Interspecies Training Manual

The short blades cut through the wind, blocking Carlisle's escape route from both sides, aiming straight for his throat and heart.

Before the laughter from the audience had subsided, Carlisle leaned back, hastily using his bone knife to block the attack.

Elsa changed tactics quickly. With a flick of her wrist, she feinted with her first strike, then slashed in from an unexpected angle with her second, cutting a bloody gash in his arm.

As blood gushed out, the mockery on Carlisle's face faded considerably.

"That's interesting."

He gripped the bone knife tightly and swept it out with unparalleled force.

Elsa is very agile and always manages to dodge the blade before it comes at her.

With each swing of her dagger, a new wound was inflicted on Carlisle.

The disdain on the faces of the tribal chiefs who had initially been watching the spectacle gradually faded.

No one expected that this female chieftain from a small tribe would be able to push Carlisle to such a point in a direct confrontation.

On the high platform, Carlisle put aside all his contempt and took a stab from Elsa's shoulder with a short blade. He then gripped the blade with his other hand, letting it cut his palm.

He said in a low voice, "Your speed and skill have indeed surprised me."

Elsa tried to pull back the dagger, but found that the other person's hand was gripping it tightly. She decisively loosened the hilt and thrust the other dagger at his eye.

Carlisle dodged to the side, and the hilt of the knife slammed down on her waist.

After feeling the pain, Elsa rolled over and landed on the other side of the platform, slightly out of breath.

"If this is all you're capable of, then this game is over."

Carlisle casually tossed aside the short blade in his hand, and the bone knife slammed to the ground.

An extremely terrifying aura erupted from his body.

Red runes spread from his neck, and dark red light flowed within them—the bloodline power possessed only by the goblin royal family.

Carlisle's body swelled up dramatically, and his aura surged to an extremely high level.

Elsa's dagger came stabbing at her.

Carlisle neither dodged nor evaded, but swung her broadsword with a speed that was in no way inferior to Carlisle's.

Elsa could only parry with her short blade with all her might, but his strength was so great that it sent her flying, crashing heavily into the totem pillar at the edge of the platform.

A mouthful of blood gushed from her mouth, staining the animal hide on her chest red.

"Royal blood is not unique to you."

Elsa stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and pale gold runes appeared on her forehead, spreading down her cheeks and all over her body.

A visible vortex of air was stirred up around her originally slender figure, her pupils turned gold, and her aura soared, quickly overpowering Carlisle who had activated his bloodline.

"What?!"

Carlisle's smile froze, his eyes filled with shock.

He never imagined that the chief of this small tribe, which had a population of less than two thousand, would possess a goblin royal bloodline even purer than his own!

Carlisle is a legitimate branch of the royal family in the southern forest.

That's why his current wife was willing to marry him.

But the Elsa before him had a bloodline purity that he could never match.

Before he could recover from his shock, Elsa was already rushing towards him.

This time, her speed was several times faster than before. The short blade was wrapped in golden bloodline power, and with each collision, Carlisle's arm went numb, and the bone knife was slashed with countless nicks.

The situation reversed instantly.

Carlisle, who had initially been in control, was now completely outmatched. He could only desperately defend himself, and his wounds multiplied. The golden blade winds were even too strong for his hardened skin after activating his bloodline.

All the chiefs below the stage were stunned, their eyes filled with respect for this female from a small tribe.

Even the priest beside her glanced at Elsa with a slightly different look in his eyes.

Luo An watched intently from the audience.

Through the battle before him, he learned a lot.

The royal bloodline of goblins can be activated, and the purer the bloodline, the greater the boost.

Elsa's background must be quite extraordinary to have driven Carlisle to this point.

On the high platform, Carlisle was kicked in the chest by Elsa once again, and staggered back several steps before regaining his balance.

He looked at Elsa, who was surrounded by golden light, and his eyes flashed with murderous intent.

If this continues, he's bound to lose!

If he loses, everything he has built up will be for naught!

"You're asking for it!"

Carlisle suddenly roared, and the red runes on his body burst into a blinding light, while a wolf-shaped totem appeared behind him.

"roar!!!"

Below the stage, tens of thousands of goblins from the Carlisle tribe suddenly let out a frenzied roar.

Their eyes were bloodshot, and they knelt down one by one. Their life force surged out like a river, condensing into a red aura that shot into the sky and entered Carlisle's body on the high platform.

As the breath surged in, swarms of goblins fell, and in an instant, two thousand goblins lost their life force, turning into shriveled corpses.

At that moment, Carlisle's aura surged to a chilling level.

A crimson aura enveloped him, forming a thick suit of armor in front of him.

"This is... a tribal sacrifice?!"

Roan never expected that goblins would have such a secret method of using the life force of their tribe members to enhance the chief's strength.

Fortunately, he and Celia weren't in the area of ​​those goblins, otherwise they wouldn't have been able to keep up the act.

Carlisle stood on the high platform, ignoring Elsa.

"You are strong, much stronger than I expected, but I am willing to pay any price for victory."

"You've forced me to use the lives of two thousand of my people to fight you. Even if you lose, you should be proud enough."

He walked towards Elsa step by step, and with each step he took, a crack appeared on the platform.

The golden runes on Elsa's forehead lit up again, and she let out a clear, sharp roar.

Below the stage, half of the goblins in her tribe knelt on the ground, their life force condensing into golden light and flowing into Elsa's body.

Her aura surged, and the golden light directly challenged the red aura.

Ultimately, however, her people were too few.

Even if half of them were sacrificed, the power boost would still be far less than that of Carlisle, who sacrificed two thousand of his people.

The golden light faded after only a short time when the two forces collided.

Elsa was punched in the chest by Carlisle, and she was sent flying backward again.

The short blade flew out of her hand, tumbling several times on the stone platform before coming to a stop.

Blood gushed from his mouth like a waterfall, and the golden runes on his body dimmed.

Elsa tried to stand up, but Carlisle stepped on her stomach, preventing her from getting up.

The blade of the bone knife pressed against her neck, and a chilling sensation spread throughout Elsa's body.

"I admit defeat."

Carlisle actually wanted to kill Elsa directly, but since the priest was right there, he couldn't ignore the priest and take action.

"If you don't admit defeat, you will die here today, and I will slaughter your entire tribe after I take them over."

The tribe can sacrifice up to half of its members; this is the unspoken rule in the struggle for chieftainship.

After all, if all sacrifices are made, the victor will gain nothing.

But Carlisle didn't care; her tribe had so few members that it didn't matter whether they were there or not.

Elsa lay on the ground, her face stained with blood, looking helplessly at the audience.

Several high-ranking goblin clansmen who had obtained royal bloodlines had despair in their eyes, yet they still called her "Chief."

Elsa couldn't bear to look any longer. She turned back to gaze at the twinkling stars in the night sky, her eyes filled with resentment.

To prove herself, she spent years building a tribe all by herself.

They thought they could prove themselves this time, but due to the difference in numbers, the opponent overwhelmed their bloodline advantage and they lost in the first round.

Elsa closed her eyes, her voice filled with endless humiliation, and uttered three words with difficulty.

"I... admit... defeat."