I Transmigrated Into A Fantasy World To Farm And Build Houses!-Chapter 198: Fighting

Eric regretfully watched the retreating figure of the Silver Fox beauty, but having admired for a while was good enough.

He invited Chief Tu and his wife into the wooden house. Thomas and Max also followed.

Kevin, who disliked trouble, hid behind the crowd and sneaked out.

Serious matters were too brain-taxing; Kevin didn’t want to participate. Humming a little tune, he clasped his hands behind his head and wandered along the wide road.

The streets of the Red Grass tribe were flat and clean, covered in white snow, making them look even neater.

The wooden houses built by the Ox-Head tribe sat close together on the ground. Unlike the Snow Wolf people’s disorganized huts, wooden houses, and earthen houses, these wooden houses were arranged very orderly, with streets in the middle leading in all directions.

Kevin had followed Thomas to the Red Grass tribe a few times, and each time he had been extremely admiring. But this time, that feeling had faded significantly. After seeing the houses built by the Dwarves and Eric with cement and bricks, in comparison, these wooden houses were no longer so admirable.

In his opinion, wooden houses weren’t as cold-resistant as brick houses, and the glass windows of the Ox-Head tribe weren’t as transparent as the Snow Wolf tribe’s glass.

Even the fireplaces the Ox-Head tribe used for heating weren’t as warm as the stoves and heated beds made by the Dwarves. Kevin still preferred kid Eric’s house; he planned to build one like that next year too, both comfortable and with space to store food.

Several Ox-Head children wrapped in thick animal skins giggled as they ran past Kevin holding snowballs. Kevin remembered the children of the Snow Wolf tribe, who also liked to run around playing with snow whenever it snowed, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up.

"Young Chief, Chief Tu has come out; heard he’s at the Snow Wolf people’s place."

Amidst the cheers of the surrounding Ox-Head children, a beastman’s voice suddenly came from afar. Kevin pricked up his ears; this voice sounded so familiar, and this address "Young Chief"...

He frowned tightly; it was the annoying Black Wolf people again.

"Is the Ox-Head tribe hiding from us? Young Chief, I’ll go find him for you!" The other person’s voice was clearly very rude, the tone angry.

Kevin muttered irritably, saying impatiently:

"So annoying, don’t you know Chief Tu is busy? People don’t want to deal with you guys, truly overestimating yourselves."

The Ox-Head children playing happily didn’t know what he was suddenly saying, stopped their movements, their little ox heads looking at him in confusion.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!

Several figures flashed past from where the voice came, too fast for the naked eye to see clearly. Two figures stopped on the eaves nearby, and another figure rushed in front of Kevin, kicking him in the face as fast as the wind.

Kevin’s face, which always wore a naive smile when facing Eric, turned cold in this instant, his eyes filled with frost.

He reacted quickly, leaning sideways to dodge the kick, his large hand grabbing the ankle of the attacker, shouting once before using force to throw the person away.

Sahra, the Black Wolf person, spun in the air, following the momentum to jump a few times, barely managing to stop on the roof of another wooden house.

"Not bad skills."

The Black Wolf person standing firmly on the other roof crossed his arms and said: "To be able to block this kick from Sahra, truly worthy of being a Snow Wolf person, pity the mouth is too loose."

Opposite him was another Black Wolf person, who upon hearing this, snorted coldly:

"The Black Wolf people’s business is not for you Snow Wolf people to interfere in."

Sahra stood up, smoothing her glossy black hair, her figure graceful but full of power:

"Let me see how your strength is. Everyone says the Snow Wolf people have the top combat power among the Wolf tribes; in my opinion, it’s all empty fame."

Kevin crouched down, pupils constricting, sharp claws starting to emerge from his fingertips.

With a bang, Sahra rushed down from the roof and collided powerfully in mid-air with Kevin, who was jumping up.

Intense fighting spirit rose in both their eyes; punches and kicks carried the sound of whistling wind.

The two fought from the air down to the ground; snow and mud were kicked up, flying everywhere. The Ox-Head children playing didn’t know the danger and still stood there watching.

An adult Ox-Head person from a nearby wooden house quickly pulled them inside, avoiding getting involved just in time.

"This guy, not bad!"

Sahra retracted her numb hand, her breathing a bit ragged. Even in such cold weather, sweat was beading on her forehead.

Kevin retreated a few steps, touching his dull-aching chest and abdomen, smiling yet not smiling:

"You too."

Both had bloodstains on their bodies; Kevin’s face also had a few scratch marks. Fresh blood from their wounds dripped onto the snow, leaving a trail of red marks.

The two Black Wolf people watching on the roof saw them stop, and one of them eagerly jumped down:

"Let me try!"

Kevin turned around vigilantly, baring his teeth at him:

"You Black Wolf people are truly despicable, come on!"

The Black Wolf person’s face darkened, sharp claws extended in front, about to rush towards Kevin.

"Alright Kaluo, stop."

From another path walked out a young Black Wolf person, none other than Young Chief Nathan.

As soon as his voice fell, Kaluo unwillingly lowered his hands slowly, walking with Sahra to stand behind Nathan.

The Black Wolf person on the roof also jumped down.

Kevin didn’t like this Black Wolf Young Chief; he always felt the other’s gaze on him was very uncomfortable.

The sound of fighting here had also attracted the attention of other beastmen. At this moment, several Snow Wolf warriors led by Max quickly rushed over, standing beside Kevin.

"What happened?"

Max asked in a low voice, but his eyes didn’t leave Nathan, full of vigilance.

Kevin’s tense nerves relaxed a little the moment he saw his tribesmen, grimacing as he rubbed the injured spots on his body:

"I heard them looking for Chief Tu, couldn’t help interjecting, and got into a fight with them."

Speaking of which, it was indeed his fault, but he really couldn’t help it; who told the Black Wolf people to be so annoying.

Sahra, her whole body radiating wild beauty, seeing this blew on her long, slender white fingers, a cold light glinting between them.

"To be able to fight me to a draw, you should feel honored."

"Tch." Kevin snorted in disdain: "Fighting me to a draw and you’re already smug? Grass of our tribe didn’t come; if she did, she’d definitely beat your teeth all over the ground."

Also a female, Grass was much more formidable than this Black Wolf person. Neither he nor Sam dared to speak loudly in front of Grass; otherwise, it was very easy to get beaten up.

Sahra’s expression stiffened for a second, a fierce look flashing in her eyes:

"What did you say!"

Saying that, she assumed a fighting stance. The other two Black Wolf people also stirred, until Nathan expressionlessly raised his hand, and they suppressed it, standing still.

"Snow Wolf person, I didn’t intend to cause a dispute; it was your tribesman who offended first. How about we have a duel, regardless of winning or losing, this matter ends here."

Nathan spoke first, fighting spirit surging in his eyes, his black hair flying in the white snow without wind, Beast Origin Power rolling out.

Sneering, Max signaled Kevin and the others to step back:

"Of course."