Sky-cracking Rider-Chapter 404: Section 400 - I’m very sorry! I have it too!

Over thirty years ago, the grand battle had quashed the Neanderthal tribe’s resistance, with the majority of valiant warriors sacrificed on the battlefield. The few who survived were now few and far between, and those were already withering with age.

The younger generation, for the most part, lusted after the comfortable life that peace brought, indulging in pleasures and idleness. Even in the reserves, they could not be bothered to stay and eke out a living, let alone remember the brave martial traditions of the Neanderthal tribe.

Thus, even for the Autumn Tribe, which was once one of the Twelve Overlord Tribes, there were now no warriors to speak of. Elder Mabu’en was so frustrated that he couldn’t even summon the strength to speak his mind.

With no one to rely on, the desire to assert dominance remained unfulfilled.

Seeing the outwardly strong but inwardly weak demeanor of the Autumn Tribe Elder stumbling over his words, Kro Clan Elder Motong laughed heartily and said, "Mabu’en, does your Autumn Tribe have warriors like Kleimas? If you can produce a true brave, then I will agree to have him stand alongside Kleimas as a candidate for Clan Leader, but... if there is no other candidate, then Kleimas is the rightful Clan Leader. Do you have any other objections?"

With the former Clan Leader Bassan incapacitated, the opposition seized this rare opportunity—strike while the enemy is ill, they thought. If not now, when? Were they supposed to wait for New Year’s?

"I..."

Mabu’en’s heart clenched. Looking high and low in the current Autumn Tribe, there was not a single combatant to be found. When he turned his gaze to the other tribes, even the elder of the once co-ruling Boyi Clan shook his head helplessly and did not dare meet Mabu’en’s eye.

The smaller tribes quickly avoided the gaze of the Autumn Tribe Elder. Their forces might have a warrior or two who could barely fight, but none were a match for Kro Clan Warrior Kleimas.

As many tribal elders turned pale, Kleimas, who sat lazily on the motorcycle seat, suddenly burst into loud laughter.

"Hahaha, what Overlord Tribes? Not a fighter among them, just a bunch of cowards!"

Such blunt truths made the faces of Bassan’s supporters even grimmer, causing the faction to waver anew and begin questioning whether such perseverance was really correct.

The Kro Clan’s Elder also laughed heartily. The one with the strongest fist indeed speaks the greatest truth. Without Bassan, the tripping stone, the ragtag bunch showed their true colors. It seemed predestined that the Neanderthal tribe would be led by the Kro Clan.

"Sheer nonsense!"

Enraged, Autumn Tribe Elder Mabu’en slammed the desk before him.

If this had been over thirty years ago, before the Neanderthal tribe faced its calamity, elite warriors like Kleimas probably wouldn’t even be allowed through the doors of the Supreme Council.

Indeed, when the mountains lack tigers, monkeys reign supreme. If even one of the elder warriors were still around, they would not tolerate such brazen behavior.

Ninth Rank Earth Mage Ruan Tiankai whispered to the fire mage, "Hey, Adrian, is Bassan finished?"

Fortunately, in the viewpoint of Squad 04, their interest in Bassan was not his tribal leadership, but the combat prowess of the Neanderthal Elite Warriors. However, the current internal situation of the tribe was highly unfavorable for Bassan.

Even if the "convict’s" antidote could be acquired, it might no longer be reserved for Bassan.

While the situation wouldn’t degenerate into killing three for two peaches, the "Bear Hunting Special Operations Division" ultimately had to make a choice.

"I will do my utmost to preserve Bassan’s life."

Like all of Squad 04, Adrian’s expression was grim, his voice sounding as if it took enormous effort.

The internal upheaval of the Neanderthal tribe brought no benefits to them.

Of course, the Supreme Council would not oppose the Global United Defense Committee; instead, they would politely send them away.

Interfering in the Neanderthal tribe’s internal affairs had never been a consideration from the start. Not only would the Neanderthals never agree to it, but the Global United Defense Committee likely wouldn’t either. Explore more at novelbuddy

The faction led by the Kro Clan was full of laughter and confidence, seemingly assured of victory, while the faction led by the Autumn and Boyi Clans was utterly disheartened, as if all was lost.

The Kro Clan nominating Warrior Kleimas as a candidate for Clan Leader fully complied with the traditions of the Neanderthal tribe, without any transgression. It was a matter of seizing the right moment. Even if the Autumn Tribe was willing to split the entire Neanderthal tribe apart, there would be very few responders. This was the significance of procedural justice; a victory gained through fair and lawful means would make even a Demon King into a true Brave.

"My Autumn Tribe refuses to accept this. We do not accept, not accept, not..."

Autumn Tribe Elder Mabu’en mumbled to himself, refusing to give in until his dying breath. Suddenly, a face gleaming with bloody patterns appeared before his eyes.

It was Kro Clan’s Warrior Kleimas.

Kleimas leapt forth in one bound, jumped onto the Elder’s Seat, and grabbed the neck of the Autumn Tribe Elder, threatening fiercely, "Old man, don’t spurn a toast only to be forced to drink a forfeit. If the Autumn Tribe refuses to comply, I will exterminate it. After all, one of the Twelve Overlord Tribes has already been wiped out, another has migrated; I would not mind one fewer. So I’ll ask you one last time, choose to approve or oppose."

The Autumn Tribe was no longer the tribe it once was. As a warrior of the Kro Clan, this threat was not just empty words; it was something he could actually carry out.

To approve meant life; to oppose, most likely, meant death on the spot.

"I, I..."

The Autumn Tribe Elder’s face grew red, the hand on his neck as firm as iron, making it nearly impossible for Mabu’en to breathe.

"I oppose!"

A sense of impending doom washed over Kleimas. Without hesitation, he let go and darted aside.

Whoosh!~

A spear covered in strange patterns barely missed his head and pinned itself to the back of the Elder’s Seat, separating Kleimas from the Autumn Tribe Elder.

"Cough, cough cough, cough..."

Mabu’en finally got some fresh air and coughed while taking deep breaths.

He was just about to faint.

"Who is it, who dares to ambush?"

Kro Clan Elder Motong, who had firmly gained the upper hand, was suddenly furious. Following the direction of the tail end of the spear, he was shocked to see the members of Team 04.

Were these outsiders meddling again?

What kind of outlandish new excuse would it be this time?

"That..."

Chen Fei’s hand had never lowered, if it weren’t for Adrian and the others stopping him, a single 152 would have ended this, there wouldn’t be any of these troubles now.

All those Supreme Councils, those Overlord Tribes, all those Elders, you could take a lunchbox and bow out, the whole lot of you. Team 04 might even lose one or two members if they were unlucky.

"Chen Fei, you shouldn’t..."

Adrian found that the least honest person in the 04 team was this seemingly most honest guy; his hand owed a great deal. The spear had clearly been thrown by him.

If Chen Fei hadn’t spoken up, Kiterley might have ended up taking the blame for it.

The Class A Metal Ability User was laughing heartily, flashing a 666 hand gesture at his younger brother of the same system, nicely done!

It was indeed a strike that gladdened people’s hearts!

Even if not standing from Bassan’s teammate’s perspective, seeing that old geezer from the Kro Clan act all high and mighty in his shenanigans was enough to tick anyone off.

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Chen Fei’s intervention was exactly to Kiterley’s taste, a decisiveness that made a perfect call, a Metal Ability User should be just that decisive.

Chen Fei said to the nearly mad fire mage, "Er, Captain, could you let me finish what I was saying? We are all on the same side here."

"Okay, you finish and we’ll leave immediately!"

At this very moment, Adrian wished to leave this troublesome place, the further away from this big mess, the better.

He could assist Chen Fei with the assembly of the Mobile Base Vehicle, help him smuggle military Crystal Energy Blocks and cover for him, but he had no reason to get involved in the internal affairs of the Neanderthal tribe with him.

This was indeed not something Team 04 should be doing, and even the Global United Defense Committee had no right to meddle in the internal power transitions of the Neanderthals.

Chen Fei said earnestly, "I would like to participate in the election for Clan Leader, is that possible?"

Just as expected from the troublemaking little prince, never speaking unless he could shock others to death, when he does, he makes a lethal impact!

"Huh?"

Not only the members of Team 04 but also the Neanderthals present were collectively dumbfounded.

What kind of audacious words were these?

"Hahaha, young man, don’t joke around, this is the Supreme Council of my Neanderthal people, not something outsiders like you can interfere with."

Had there been any way to expel these people from Team 04, Kro Clan Elder Motong would have sent them flying long ago.

Kro Clan Warrior Kleimas, after taking a good look at Chen Fei’s face and pointing at his own facial war patterns glowing red, said, "So it’s a naive youngster; kid, to run for Clan Leader, you need to at least be a warrior like me."

"Are you talking about War Patterns?"

Chen Fei pointed at his own face, and immediately, identical blood-red patterns appeared.

It was not just his face, but red patterns covered his neck and limbs as well. There might have been minor differences in details compared to the blood-colored tattoos on the Kro Clan Warrior, but the style and structure were nearly identical.

"I’m sorry, but I have them too!"

The most astonished were not the Neanderthals from the Supreme Council but the members of Team 04.

"What on earth is this?"

Adrian was almost stuttering, and the others were shocked to the point of nearly dropping their jaws.

How on earth could there be another Neanderthal in their team? Could the previous personal information have been wrong, not properly investigated? But that couldn’t be— not just Chen Fei’s ancestors for eighteen generations but even eighty generations had no Neanderthal bloodline, and in the genetic sequence, they were all pure Homo Sapiens descendants.

"Don’t rush, don’t rush, let me just Cosplay for a bit."

Chen Fei spoke in a lowered voice, audible only to those nearby.

No one knew better than he what was going on here; he wasn’t even slightly Neanderthal—Chen Family Gate was not in the slightest connected to the Neanderthals.

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