With the way the beastkin had surrounded them and the clear expectation in their eyes, Lin Mu knew there was no room to maneuver out of this.
This was their land.
And on their land, their customs ruled.
Lin Mu raised a hand calmly, his gaze fixed on the boar beastkin hovering ahead. "Before we proceed," he said evenly, "clarify the rules of this challenge."
The boar beastkin threw his head back and laughed, the sound rough and grating, like stone grinding against stone.
"What rules?" he said. "A challenge is a challenge. A fight. Me versus the beast."
His tusks glinted as he grinned viciously. "Until one of us cannot stand."
Lin Mu's eyes narrowed slightly as he released his immortal sense and examined the man more closely. The boar beastkin's aura was thick and heavy, dense with accumulated power. There was no mistaking it.
Fourth Tribulation Stage of the Immortal Realm.
Strong, even among beastkin.
Lin Mu then shifted his attention to Little Shrubby.
