Chapter 30: The Katana is Forged, Qiyana Arrives

Looking at his father's angry face, Rengar stood there stunned, not knowing why his father was so angry and dissatisfied.

To be fair, the trial his father gave him was to hunt the Void creature Kha'Zix. However, in the tradition of the Flesh-toothed Beasts, the prey's head was not a necessity. For the Flesh-toothed Beasts, the prey's flesh, bones, and head were all commodities for trade; what truly represented honor was the prey's teeth.

Crafting powerful prey teeth into unique animal tooth necklaces is an ancient tradition of the flesh-toothed beast race, which remains unchanged regardless of geographical location.

And now...

"Kha'Zix has already been hunted by my comrades; I cannot steal another's glory," Rengar said, shaking his head. "If that's not enough proof, then let me try again."

"There's no chance anymore," Pongaff sneered. "You've lost that right forever! You don't deserve to be called my child, and you don't deserve to return to the Flesh-toothed Beast tribe!"

"Get out of here, you disgrace! You have no right to be my heir, much less to inherit the tribe!"

Upon hearing Poincaré's words, Rengar frowned.

He wanted to say that his desire to return to the tribe was not to become its offspring, nor did he have any intention of inheriting tribal rights; he simply wanted to go home...

But just as Rengar was about to give his answer, he suddenly recalled what Tarlin had said to him before he left Tarlin.

Look at his weapons, look at his spoils of war...

Thinking about it, Rengar subconsciously looked at the weapons and spoils that Pongaf had placed beside the tent.

A thick layer of dust had settled on it.

This made Rengar realize something, and he then looked at the beast tooth necklace on Pomgruff's chest.

They were indeed the teeth of powerful beasts...

However, Rengar noticed that Poincaré's tooth necklace hadn't had any new teeth added for a very long time.

The chief of this tribe has not hunted for a long time.

Reingar's thoughts drifted slightly as he pondered this, then he looked at Pongaff and said in a low voice, "So... how long has it been since you last participated in a hunt?"

Upon hearing this, a flicker of panic crossed Ponjaf's eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a fierce glint as he coldly retorted, "What's it to you?!"

"I was just thinking," Rengar said in a low voice.

"If this void creature is truly an elusive and desirable prey... then according to the traditions of the Flesh-toothed Beasts, shouldn't it be left to the bravest hunter to hunt, with the glory enjoyed alone?"

"Because this is a test I've given you!" Pongaff shouted sternly.

"No." Rengar was once blinded by the temptation to go home, but now that the temptation is gone, his hunter's instincts are beginning to take over again.

"Kha'Zix has always existed! Everyone else in the tribe knows! It wasn't prepared for me! And you've never participated in its hunt! Is it because you're afraid? So let me go!!"

"Insolence!" Pangav roared fiercely, "I am the chief of the tribe! You weakling are a disgrace to me! Get out of the tribe!"

Pangav, as the tribal chief, rebuked him and forced him to get out.

A cruel smile crept across Rengar's lips.

"Haha, according to the traditions of the Flesh-toothed Beasts, shouldn't you kill me immediately to prove your power as the lord of the pack? Why are you only using words to coerce me?"

"You!" A hint of panic flashed in Ponjaf's eyes.

And the madness in Rengar's eyes grew even more intense.

Rengar's calmness stems from his own hysterical madness.

"You are a coward," Rengar laughed. "You have a strong body and enjoy a comfortable home, yet you have forgotten how to hunt and face the threat of death."

"Are you so eager to get rid of me because you're afraid I'll take away your power?"

Licking his lips, Rengar turned his gaze to his father without flinching, his eyes devoid of any respect.

"You...you get out of here!!" Pongaff roared.

"It's still just talk." Rengar was increasingly disappointed.

He recalled the longing he had shown for his tribe, his family, and his desire to return when he was hunting with Tarlin.

At that time, Tarin would always look at him with a helpless expression, and he thought that Tarin did not understand the situation of the Flesh-toothed Beast Tribe, so he could not understand.

But now it seems...

Tarlin was indeed a brilliant prophet, having long been aware of the tribe's situation, but he simply had no opportunity to speak to me about it...

Yes, there really wasn't a chance.

Rengar recalled his first hunt for Kha'Zix—victory was within reach, but his longing and ecstasy to return home caused the Void Beast to escape, and he even lost one of his eyes.

Why was I so lacking in composure... Had I forgotten Marcon's teachings? I was actually overjoyed at the thought of returning to the tribe that had abandoned me, and I even lost my composure and decisiveness as a hunter.

He recalled his boasts to Tarlin about the power of the Flesh-toothed Beast tribe. He recounted his father's bravery and fearlessness in the hunt when he was young... and his current bluster and cowardice.

"I feel intensely ashamed of this."

Rengar drew the Odogaron shortsword tucked into his waistband. Under Pongaff's horrified gaze, the disappointment in Rengar's eyes was gradually replaced by indifference and cruelty.

"Since I've shamed you, then try it... and see if your life-weary skills and dusty weapons can kill me!"

As the father and son argued, many flesh-toothed beasts rushed over and observed the scene through the gaps in the tent.

"You! You!!"

In a panic, Pomghaff reached behind him but accidentally bumped into a pile of tables and chairs. It took him a while to find the weapon that was underneath.

Although he had ample opportunity to kill Pongaff, Rengar did not do so, only finding the disappointment and shame in his eyes increasingly unbearable.

You are not worth remembering.

Seeing that Pongaff had finally pulled his hunting knife out of the pile of junk, Rengar let out a disappointed sound, and then walked up to Pongaff with his sword in his panicked gaze.

The battle was not long. Although Pongaff was burly, he had obviously not hunted for a long time and his reactions were extremely slow, unable to keep up with Rengar's slashing speed.

With almost no effort, Rengar decapitated Pongaff with a single sword strike.

With the death of Pongaff, the tribe fell into a moment of silence. Then, a flesh-toothed beastman of the same age as Pongaff, who was known for his bravery and fearlessness in his youth, came to Rengar with a look of panic, taking out a Fire Rose.

Rengar knew that this meant he would become the new lord of the Horde.

But feeling the panic on the face of the flesh-toothed beast hunter, and the sudden fawning in his eyes as he was being scrutinized, Rengar only felt a sense of boredom.

In my childhood memories, they were so brave.

And now...

The tribe he had desperately wanted to return to had long since become something else entirely.

"I've actually needed your approval... I've had enough."

Rengar shook his head and turned to leave.

But then he remembered what Tallinn had told him about his ideas for fighting future disasters.

The flesh-toothed beast should not be absent from such a grand hunt.

After thinking it over, Rengar simply said, "I will leave here in two days. Those who are willing to follow me should decide as soon as possible."

Two days later, Rengar retraced his steps and left the tribe with more than half of its young flesh-toothed beasts.

Just as Rengar was about to return to the village with the increasingly pedantic young people who could no longer tolerate the tribe being ruled by the elders, on the other side, after a period of forging, Tarin also officially began forging his own katana.

Although Tarin had already determined how to shape the Odogaron Greatsword, there was no original template for it. So, Tarin simply forged it based on the greatsword he was most familiar with from his memory.

Without excessive embellishment, Tarin made additional specializations based on the physical characteristics of the Odogaron.

The blade is a typical tachi shape, with a single-edged curved blade. The entire blade is a deep blood red, not a glossy paint finish, but a matte texture like that of the Odogaron dragon.

The spine retains the rugged base of bone-blade weapons, covered with dark red horny thorns.

It is slightly longer than a regular katana, with a narrow, clean blade tip for easy thrusting. The middle section of the blade is thicker to ensure rigidity during slashing.

Overall, it's basically a copy of the Peerless Blade of Heaven and Earth.

However, unlike the legendary swords that people are familiar with, this sword's blade is designed to mimic the claws of the Odogaron, featuring a finely serrated claw sheath structure to suit the Odogaron's ecosystem.

Unlike ordinary katanas, this sword is a truly living sword.

Although this overly long and heavy katana is not suitable for ordinary people to wield, and the blade with its claw sheath structure is very prone to severe wear during slashing due to its lack of cohesion... Tarin didn't care.

As he gripped the hilt of the knife, Tarin felt his body undergoing some unprecedented changes.

This is also related to the ecology of the katana shrimp itself.

It is well known that people who practice with katana for many years usually have clear eyes, are extremely confident, and their IQ increases year by year, eventually turning them into geniuses.

Because in the process of playing with a katana, people can reshape their body structure and create various medical miracles.

Therefore, once a person starts wielding a katana, it means that this person is of the highest caliber in terms of wisdom, character, and appearance, and will definitely be able to accomplish anything in this life in a fair and honest manner.

Players who wield the katana possess a strong sense of social identity and responsibility, which contributes to social stability and has a life-extending effect on normal people.

And so, having just completed the forging process, holding it in his hand, Tallinn could clearly feel his moral, intellectual, physical, aesthetic, and labor skills improving in all aspects, and that he was destined for a more brilliant and colorful future.

At the same time, Tarlin overcame the legendary price of becoming a katana master—becoming a hunchback.

With that in mind, Tarin did not forget the important matter. Instead, he quickly entered half-dragon form, and then the flesh and blood of the Odogaron on the blade seemed to come alive and pulsate continuously.

He slashed at the ironwood stake beside him, and the stake snapped in two—this time, there was no flame left behind, but instead, countless sharp and fragmented pieces of the claw sheath were left behind as he split it open.

Dual blades, due to their high-frequency attacks, are well-suited for unleashing elemental damage, thus actively activating the fire elemental dragon vein power within the Odogaron ecosystem.

However, with the Long Sword, Tarin prefers to use it to catalyze the rapid slashing and lacerations found in the Odogaron ecosystem.

However, the claw sheath structure is ultimately unsuitable for a rigid blade. As you can see, it was only used to cut through an ironwood stake when the blade lost most of its serrations due to wear and tear on the claw sheath structure.

If it were a normal hunter, they would probably just whistle to call the Heronosaurus over to exchange weapons.

However, since it already possessed the ecology of the Odogaron, Tarin did not stop. Instead, he stared at the damaged blade for a while before continuously injecting dragon vein energy.

As the dragon vein energy was injected, the Odogaron material on the blade began to move even more violently. In just a few breaths, a row of brand-new claw-sheath structure blades grew on the blade.

Seeing this, Nidalee raised an eyebrow.

"This is... a weapon suited to your ecosystem?"

"Hmm." Tarin nodded, then said with great interest, "For others, such a blade-like structure is at most a one-time weapon. Unless they can master a similar ecosystem and activate the dragon veins."

The materials used to forge the Odogaron Greatsword were all taken from Tarin himself. Just to obtain enough flesh and scales, Tarin practically drank healing potions like water during this period. Even Nidalee, who helped Tarin skin him, was somewhat numb to the process…

Tarlin's extreme use of his body was indeed unacceptable even to Nidalee.

But in retrospect, it was undoubtedly worthwhile.

Based on its own ecosystem, it creates its own living blade—thereby maximizing the various abilities of the dragon-human transformation and ensuring that the power of the dragon-human transformation is as compatible as possible with the weapon, without having to consider whether the claws of the dragon-human transformation are stronger or the original weapon is more useful.

Although only the Odogaron Greatsword is available now, Tarin has already made preparations for future weapons such as the Dragon Slayer Greatsword and the Brachydios Hammer.

After observing and learning for a period of time, Milio has obviously gained some insights, but he is still unable to cross the final step of awakening the fire of healing.

However, Tarin was not in a hurry, because through his observation of Milio, Tarin could see that Milio was now only one step away from true awakening.

Just as Tarlin was still thinking about how to help Milio take this final step, Lupe rushed over.

"The tenth, Alejandra, has arrived!"