"Don't forget who hit who on the head with the blunt side of a knife last time," Galande said fearlessly as he faced the fight.

"Little wolf cub only knows some despicable tricks. In terms of strength, you're not even one hundredth of your grandfather!" Gali rushed over furiously and grabbed Galande's belt with one hand. Galande quickly crouched down and grabbed his opponent's calf.

The two brothers cheered them on as they exerted all their strength against each other.

Gali glared with bulging veins on his forehead. The way he exerted his strength looked rather amusing, with his mouth grinning wide open. Galande tried to keep his body low as he pushed Gali forward.

In wrestling, height and weight conferred absolute advantages. Galande could handle opponents around his age and size, even those slightly bigger than him.

But Gali's size was just outrageous. He was taller than anyone else in the tribe, and could easily lift Galande up.

If just standing on the ground, no skills would be effective against Gali. Galande held onto his opponent's calf, relying on the other's weight just to stand steady. However, after some tussling, Gali still easily picked Galande up and threw him far away.

Galande rolled on the ground and quickly got back up, fortunately unharmed.

"With so many of us, let's beat him up hard!" Quarra the fatso yelled furiously, "Let's go at him together!"

With that, the three brothers charged at once. Galande punched hard at the fat one's face. As he threw the punch, he felt several fists and kicks coming at him simultaneously. He kicked Baye in the belly, and the little one sat on the ground bawling loudly.

These counterattacks gave Gali a chance to seize Galande from behind and slam him to the ground. The other two brothers took the opportunity to come kick and punch him.

In the chaos, Galande suddenly pulled out the curved dagger at his waist, slashing open Gali's beautiful ceremonial robe. He then pointed the dagger tip at Gali's throat. Gali jumped in fright and quickly let go, raising both hands to show he had no weapons.

Galande carefully retreated, leaving the attack range of the three brothers. Seeing his elder brother stop, Quarra also withdrew to his brother's side.

Gali angrily stroked his clothes. "My mother sewed this with her own hands. You'll pay for it!"

"You dare fight me with blades?" Galande asked coldly.

As this was ceremonial attire for the festivities, this was Gali's finest robe. He was not happy at all about the slash, face flushed red, muttering that he would kill Galande for sure.

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"The clothes are torn, go back and have your mother mend them! Don't come at me with murderous intent, your mother wouldn't approve."

Galande carefully retreated until he reached his horse. With the opponents unarmed and not on horseback, now was the perfect chance to leave quickly. Galande immediately led his ugly steed running out of the encampment.

With Gali's expression, it looked as if he was saying, "You're finished today."

He glared fiercely at Galande, muttered a few words to his brothers, then ran swiftly back home.

After riding a stretch and looking back to see Gali not chasing, Galande finally relaxed. He thought everything was over for the day. Just then, a sudden "whoosh" sounded by his ear. He instinctively jerked the reins and his horse dodged. An arrow heavily struck the grass!

He looked back in terror and saw the three brothers standing in the distance, with Gali clearly holding a bow and arrow.

The youth was shocked thinking: These people really want me dead today! He saw little Baye clapping his hands, also wanting to play with the bow and arrow.

Baye took the bow from his elder brother as if it was a game. He casually shot two arrows in Galande's direction. With no shield or other protection, Galande could only pull out his curved dagger to hack the arrows down.

Luckily Baye was too young and lacked strength. The arrows all fell short on the grass before the horse. His captive ugly steed was scared stiff, cowering on the ground shaking.

Quarra was also yelling to want the bow. The brothers scuffled over it. Galande wanted to take this chance to counterattack. He too brought out his bow and arrow. Drawing the bowstring, he hesitated to take aim:

If I shoot at them like I did the soldiers, I could definitely severely injure them. But they're highly ranked tribesmen, I can't just casually kill them. If I just want to scare them, where should I shoot? The horses? Injuring the horses would also lead to great financial loss, doesn't feel right either.

I should find something thick and hard on them to shoot as a warning.

After thinking over it, I'll shoot the golden bell on Gali's horse! He drew the bow, estimating the angle. Since the arrow flew slowly on an arched trajectory, normally aim high so it would hit the target while falling. How high to aim and how much strength to use was completely up to the archer's experience.

Galande had hunted all his life to survive. He was an ace archer. Even a small target like the bell, he was fully confident to hit it.

As the brothers were scuffling, the general suddenly came over to discipline them. "What are you doing? Why aren't you home yet?"

The general was a middle-aged man with a full, red beard, wearing a vermilion robe.

"Father~" "Papa~" The few greeted him obediently.

"Why did you rush out here?" Although the general spoke sternly, his tone also contained a father's kindness.

"Nothing much, just playing..." said the eldest. Just as he finished speaking, a "clang" sounded. The horse was startled and reared up, the eldest nearly falling off. Looking again, an arrow lay on the ground, still hooked to the golden bell on the horse's neck.

Seeing this, the general's face immediately darkened. Looking between Galande lingering in the distance with a bow, and the barely concealed bows in his sons' hands, he seemed to understand what the children were "playing".

"Foolishness!" He scolded his sons harshly, "How can you play like this!"

The sons all hung their heads low.

"Go home, all of you, go home now!" The general yelled for his sons to go home immediately.

Seeing the general come to deal with them, Galande took the chance to slip away. He raced from the encampment on his swift steed. The three brothers definitely wouldn't chase now.

But from what he knew, the general didn't like him much either. Still best to keep away from them. The general only scolded his sons harshly because he feared they might get themselves killed playing too recklessly, not because he had any sympathy for Galande.

Also, if what the brothers said was true, the elders themselves must have used the term "wolf cub" for the youngsters to pick it up.