The fresh fruit had a faint and pleasant fruity aroma. Ji Nuan took a deep sniff and couldn't help but exclaim, "It smells so good!"
After delivering the fruit, Meng Zhuo and his son left and returned to their tribe's spot, as the competition was about to begin.
As local tribes in the Kunteng Mountain range, the Nacha Tribe sent an orc first. The orc looked somewhat fierce and seemed to be tough to deal with.
Sure enough, this orc turned out to be extraordinarily powerful, defeating several tribe's orcs in a row and standing on the open ground with an arrogant expression on his face.
Watching this orc, who had previously picked a fight with him because he refused to take Namila on as a mate, Kun's eyes filled with a cold light. Seeing the orc acting so smugly, he secretly hoped that a stronger orc would knock him off his high horse, the more disgraceful the better.