He Comes From the Void

Rengar returned to the Scletodon tribe, and under the unfriendly gaze of Chief Panggarf, he confessed his failure.

As he expected, his father reprimanded him severely.

"Not only did you fail to kill it, you were poked blind in one eye!"

"You were born disabled, and now you are even more disabled. Our tribe does not need a disabled person like you!"

"..."

As Pongav spoke, Rengar noticed that many of the trophies in the room were dusty and old.

Some of the problems explained in this made Rengar always unconsciously associate with what Kahn said.

"How long has it been since you went hunting?"

This question stabilized Panggarf, he paused for a moment, did not answer, and turned to growl even more furiously.

"Take care of your own business, the glory I have achieved is already beyond your reach. When I was hunting sharp-maned beasts, you kid didn't know where to catch bugs to eat!"

A high-pitched growl reached his ears, and Rengar closed his eyes, feeling the roaring air vibrate his beard.

The old flesh-toothed beast became angry from embarrassment. As he grew older, not only his strength was weakened, but his courage also became smaller.

Pongav was chattering, but Rengar took out Kha'Zix's head and made Pongav shut his mouth.

An existence full of filth, with a ferocious face and fangs exposed, and the dim eyes seem to emit a terrifying evil light.

As soon as Khazik's head was placed on the table, it immediately overshadowed all the trophies in Pongav's room.

The chieftain's face was cloudy, brighter than anything Rengar had ever seen.

Looking at that ferocious head, he didn't even dare to pick it up.

"You can't kill it! It's up to you? I don't believe it! You must have used some shady method!" He couldn't believe it, shaking his head again and again, denying everything like a clown.

The successive roars attracted the attention of other clansmen, and they came to watch outside the chief's house one after another. It has been a long time since no one dared to challenge the majesty of the chief.

Rengar looked at the people around him. The people of the Sarcodon tribe had strong bodies and enjoyed a comfortable home, but they dared not face death directly, to surpass themselves, and to win the real glory.

He was born weak and facing the threat of death, he could only surpass himself in every fight.

And these people have a good foundation but don't develop it, and stay here to kill their lives. What is the value of living like this?

He really didn't understand what kind of group of people he was proving his value to. These cowards couldn't see the real value at all!

"It's true that I didn't kill Khazik, but I paid for an eye and severely injured him. And you dare not even face him!"

The angry Rengar subconsciously clenched Malcon's dagger, but this action had no deep meaning in Pongav's eyes, and was even over-interpreted.

"Sure enough, as I expected, you, a weakling, can only rely on others, and it is impossible to kill it alone. Anyway, we can't see what happened, and you can call the black as white as you want. Who knows what you are Didn't rely on that human again to kill Ka'Zix, and to cut off Ka'Zix's head after following him!"

Pongav snarled at Rengar, "Get lost! You don't deserve to be in my tribe!"

Rengar looked at his superior face, burning with anger.

He really didn't expect that the other party could say such a thing, and easily denied all his efforts in a few words.

Pongav, who has never stepped out of the rainforest in his life, stubbornly lives in his own world, unwilling to admit his cowardice.

It doesn't matter whether he let himself hunt Kha'Zix in order to keep his status.

Is such a person worthy to be his father?

"You coward! You don't deserve to be my father!" The chief in front of him had no glory to speak of, and the conflict had intensified to an irreconcilable level. Rengar fought back with a louder roar, and then rushed towards Panggarf.

The two flesh-toothed beasts collided together, roaring fiercely.

Pongav's body was bigger than Rengar's, but he was directly thrown to the ground by the latter, his face was scratched with shocking bloodstains.

They tumbled and fought on the ground, the trophies hanging on the wall of the cupboard were knocked down by the fierce fighting, Pongarf grabbed a skull and smashed it at Rengar, but the latter was indifferent to the pain.

Rengar showed a ferocity that everyone feared. Even though he was born weak and seriously injured, he still relied on anger and skill to suppress the chieftain, and then cut him open with a knife.

Pongav was dead, and Rengar won easily.

It wasn't until this moment that the Grunts realized that Rengar already had the qualifications to be a hunter, and that he was stronger than anyone else.

Even the fiercest hunters brought fireroses to him, marking Rengar's coronation as the Horde's new chieftain.

But looking at the old chieftain's body, Rengar turned a blind eye to the allegiance of these tribesmen.

He asked himself again, what on earth was he hunting for?

In order to prey on the full stomach? Or for the appreciation of the tribe? Or the so-called glory?

Nothing at all, the battle with Kazik ignited his soul, and made him understand what he wanted!

All he needs is the rush of adrenaline rushing through his veins as he chases his prey.

He is no longer satisfied with these worthless things, he wants to surpass again and again and challenge stronger existences.

Only the intense pleasure brought by pure hunting can satisfy his awakened hunter heart!

Disdainful of Pongav's room full of loot, Rengar only took Kha'Zix's head, then pushed aside the wall of tall clansmen, and left the tribe unswervingly.

The death of the old chieftain brought violent turmoil to the Scorpiodon tribe, but no one dared to succeed him as the new chieftain.

Because they were all afraid of Rengar's revenge. After all, when Pongav drove Rengar out, no one said a word for him or did anything for him.

In this way, the sclerodon herd was leaderless for an entire season, and even the seasonal hunt ended early, giving Nidalee and her family of mountain lions a break.

They searched the jungle until it was confirmed that Rengar had left the jungle where they lived, and then a new chieftain was elected.

And the new chief also made changes to the tribal traditions after taking office - when encountering a born weak carnivore cub, if the parents cannot raise it, they must be cruelly killed, and they must not be exiled. No future troubles!

At this time, Rengar had found Karn again through the scent he had recorded, and walked towards the path he chose.