I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 242: Poking the Fire Ant Nest

Since waking up, besides clinging to Eric for free meals, Arthur had also visited the mess hall quite a few times.

His appetite, comparable to that of a Snow Wolf, had amazed many tribesmen.

Eric was also surprised enough to almost drop his jaw. Aside from the young chief of the Black Wolf tribe, this was the first time he saw someone dare to challenge Max, and it was... a human.

Max was not only the strongest Snow Wolf in the Hadu tribe, but among the neighboring Snow Wolf tribes, his combat power was also top-tier. Everyone always considered him one of the few Wolf tribe beastmen who could duel a Tiger tribe warrior.

Therefore, hearing a human dare to challenge Max, Kevin and the others, who had been beaten by him many times during training, looked at Arthur with pity after their initial shock.

Arthur stood blankly at the center of attention, staring persistently at Max without blinking.

Eric didn’t know whether to intervene or not, looking hesitantly between the two.

What was this weird situation? In novels, scenes like this usually stem from romance, but for him, it turned into a war declared over... food. If word got out, people would laugh their heads off.

Max tightened his grip on Eric’s hand, smiling reassuringly, then turned to Arthur: "Fine. Fighting is fine, but Eric is not part of the deal."

Although the sentence was short, Eric understood what he meant: Max did not see him as a prize, nor would he let him become anyone else’s prize.

Arthur tilted his head in confusion, thought for a while, and guessed the opponent had agreed. He immediately got into a stance, his whole body radiating a powerful Origin Force.

"Stop, stop, stop! Go outside to fight. If you destroy the house again, I’ll make you starve for three days!" Eric shouted hurriedly. You’ve got to be kidding; if they fought here, the tents or wooden houses of others would be smashed to pieces in moments.

Since the person who frequently provided him with food had spoken, Arthur sadly retracted his Origin Force: "Then let’s go outside and fight."

Michael couldn’t bear to watch the scene of this young man being beaten up by Max later. This human didn’t look very old; why did he have to provoke Max? It was strange that the world had a glutton even more stubborn than Sam.

Eric wouldn’t be at peace if he didn’t watch, so finding Khac had to be put aside; he would figure it out after these two finished fighting.

Everyone headed to a plain outside the tribe. Even Sam, who was working in the mess hall, snuck out to watch.

How could he not be curious? Before the mess hall was established, he didn’t want to participate in training. Every time he was caught and brought back, Max would train him one-on-one, and after each time, his whole body ached for days... 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Last time when Evan and Arthur fought, these people weren’t present. Only Michael knew after hearing Eric recount it later.

But they didn’t care much about two humans fighting.

Eric knew how thick-skinned Arthur was. Last time, he witnessed Evan using thorny vines to whip Arthur back and forth, but Arthur remained unfazed and even threw a punch that blew a hole in his wall.

Arthur had patched that hole later, but his craftsmanship was mediocre. Compared to the wall next to it built by the Dwarves, it was truly pathetic.

This was also a good opportunity. Although Eric didn’t ask, he guessed that Evan was at least a high-level mage. This was convenient to gauge Arthur’s true level.

Max clearly thought the same; otherwise, he wouldn’t have easily accepted a human’s challenge.

While Eric was still thinking, Max and Arthur had begun engaging on the plain. Beast Origin Force and Origin Force roared under their masters’ control.

Eric could barely see their movements clearly, only two black shadows colliding continuously at extremely high speed. The sound of powerful impacts and whistling wind filled his ears.

Kevin and Sam initially looked gloating, but when the fight truly started, their expressions, along with Michael’s and Grass’s, became serious. The longer the fight went on, the more their eyes lit up with excitement.

They were all excellent warriors of the Snow Wolf tribe, so they easily recognized the nuances of the battle.

Even Sam, who rarely participated in training, felt his hands itching. Not to mention Grass, who loved fighting; right now, she couldn’t take her eyes off the two figures.

Eric didn’t have their discerning eyes. Turning his head back and forth a few times made him dizzy, so he decidedly stopped watching. He hadn’t expected Arthur to be so skilled, able to fight Max for so long.

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but just as Eric started to zone out, the two finally stopped.

Max’s short hair was rarely slightly messy, and his eyes shone with a rare excitement. Eric was used to his calmness, so seeing this side of him occasionally was refreshing.

On the other side, Arthur looked a bit wretched, kneeling on one knee with bruises on his face. It didn’t ruin his looks; on the contrary, it gave him a sort of "abused" beauty.

He was unconvinced, standing up with eyes full of fighting spirit: "Come again!"

Subconsciously, Arthur still thought this Snow Wolf person couldn’t be his opponent. Even though he had just been defeated, he didn’t have a shred of submission.

"Fight me for a round!" Grass stepped out with interest, her eyes shining as she spoke to Arthur.

Arthur turned his head in confusion, the corner of his mouth lifting: "I only fight the most powerful person."

Kevin and Sam immediately looked at Grass; sure enough, her face darkened. The two immediately turned their backs and walked away.

Michael forced a laugh: "Actually, Grass is..."

Before he could finish, Grass had rushed forward, her fists swinging with a whoosh. Michael could only twitch his mouth; damn it, this time Arthur had really poked the fire ant nest.

Eric couldn’t bear to watch any longer, knowing Arthur would pay the price for that sentence.

He pulled Max’s sleeve: "Max, let’s go find Khac and Sat. They must be together."

Out of sight, out of mind.

Besides, Grass knew her limits when fighting; she wouldn’t go too far.