I am a Primitive Man
Chapter 858 – Shu Pi Urges Surrender
The sudden, stabbing pain made the Blackstone Tribe’s chief shudder violently, his whole body seizing up in shock. For a moment, his mind went blank.
Because the damned enemies blocking their path hadn’t even attacked yet, no terrifying feathered arrows had flown toward them.
Yet, under such circumstances, he was somehow wounded—and the sharp pain came from his back.
The Blackstone chief stiffly turned his head, only to see, at his left side, a Blackstone weapon lashed to a wooden shaft…
That wooden shaft was gripped in Shu Pi’s hands.
At this moment, Shu Pi’s face was twisted and feral, as if he had fallen into a state of madness.
“#￥5@#！”
This utterly unexpected turn of events left the Blackstone chief momentarily dazed, then roaring in fury.
Never, never could he have imagined that the one to strike at him now would be Shu Pi. Shu Pi, who had long since been tamed, had merged into their tribe, and everyone had entirely accepted them.
Just moments ago, as he led the others in their desperate flight, Shu Pi had personally told him that he would stay behind him, shielding him from arrows shot from the rear. That thought had warmed his heart.
But now—this very man, whom he never suspected, had driven a Blackstone weapon straight into his body!
Disbelief and seething rage consumed him. He roared, swinging his weapon backward at Shu Pi, intent on killing this damned traitor.
But such a wish was impossible to fulfill. With a vicious grin, Shu Pi kicked him hard in the back, sending the Blackstone chief stumbling forward and crashing to the ground.
The Blackstone weapon lodged in his body was yanked out in the process, the jagged blade tearing the wound wider.
Blood spurted violently, splashing Shu Pi’s face and body.
The chief’s counterattack was cut short before it even began. His favorite weapon, the one that rarely left his side, was knocked from his grasp and flew off, striking a dazed tribesman nearby.
Shu Pi wiped the blood from his face, a sinister smile twisting his lips. He stepped up to the fallen chief, who was struggling to rise and crawl away, and stomped down on his back.
The chief’s struggles ceased under the crushing weight, his body pinned flat to the ground.
“#￥TYT！”
The Blackstone chief turned his head with effort, spitting blood as he cursed at Shu Pi. With his bloodied hand, he feebly hurled a handful of dirt and grass at him.
The searing pain and rapid blood loss drained his strength. Pinned awkwardly, he had no power left. The pathetic attack didn’t even graze Shu Pi—the handful of dirt rose half a meter before falling uselessly.
Shu Pi’s face grew even more twisted. Even now, this wretch dared strike at him? Yet along with the savagery, a warped pleasure rose in his heart. The one who had destroyed his tribe, who beat him for amusement, couldn’t even scratch him with his dying blow!
“#￥TSD！”
Howling, Shu Pi drove the weapon into the chief’s body again with such force that it pierced all the way through and sank into the earth below.
The chief convulsed violently, let out a shriek, and then went silent.
But Shu Pi wasn’t done. He howled as he wrenched the weapon free and stabbed again, over and over—ten times or more—before finally stopping.
The chief’s corpse was already unrecognizable.
Switching his grip, Shu Pi raised the blood-soaked weapon and hacked at the chief’s neck. Blood sprayed onto the faces of several stunned tribesmen nearby.
They froze, touching their blood-splattered cheeks, staring in horror at the frenzied Shu Pi. Shivers ran down their spines as they stumbled backward.
Shu Pi, ignoring them, kept chopping. After several strokes, the Blackstone chief’s head rolled free, tumbling forward.
Shu Pi bent down, picked up the head by its hair, and lifted it high. He turned in a slow circle, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, shouting all the while.
Everyone froze. Shocked. Terrified. They even forgot to keep fleeing.
Some of the Blackstone tribesmen had wanted to save their chief. But when they saw Shu Pi’s twisted smile and frenzied bearing, their feet rooted to the ground. They could only watch as their chief was slaughtered by one of their own.
Now, as Shu Pi swept them with his gaze, brandishing the bloody head, none dared meet his eyes.
They had seen blood before—countless brutal, gory scenes. Just recently, they’d witnessed comrades cut down by arrows. Yet this spectacle horrified them still.
Not only because Shu Pi, once mild and harmless, now seemed utterly transformed… but because the man he killed was the Blackstone chief.
The Blackstone chief!
Since wielding his Blackstone weapon, he had conquered tribe after tribe, extorting tribute. His shadow had loomed like a mountain over all who had witnessed his fury.
Even within his own tribe, he was revered, admired for bringing them strength and prosperity.
They had believed no one could touch him. Even now, while fleeing in disgrace, their confidence in him had remained.
And yet—he was dead.
Slain by Shu Pi and beheaded before their eyes.
Shu Pi smiled grimly at their reactions. Since his tribe’s destruction and his enslavement, he had never stood so tall, never felt such vindication.
“￥%TY！”
After surveying the crowd, he shouted again.
The Grass Tribe’s chief, still dazed, shook her head in disbelief. Had she misheard?
Was this man—who had just killed the Blackstone chief—telling them to throw away their weapons?
He must be insane!
So many of their people had already died, and now they were trapped by the merciless Green Sparrow Tribe. Surely, now was the time to fight desperately, to break through and escape with their lives.
But instead, this man told them to discard their weapons? That was suicide!
“￥%TY！”
Shu Pi ignored their thoughts, still shouting, repeating himself.
This time, everyone understood clearly: he wanted them to surrender.
The Grass Tribe’s chief was furious. Surrender meant doom. Their tribe would vanish. They might all be slaughtered by the Green Sparrow Tribe. Even if spared, the people left at home would starve without their strongest members.
No wonder Shu Pi knew so much about the Green Sparrow Tribe—he had once lived among them!
Some, hearing this and looking around at their hopeless situation, finally broke. One by one, weapons clattered to the ground.
The Grass Tribe’s chief clenched her fists. Her people looked at her for guidance. She exhaled heavily, weakly muttering, “#$5!” and let her weapon fall.
Her tribesmen instantly followed suit.
In moments, weapon after weapon hit the ground. Resistance evaporated.
Shu Pi’s bloodstained face lit with joy. He had done it! He had killed the Blackstone chief and forced the entire Blackstone coalition to disarm.
This deed would surely earn him favor in the Green Sparrow Tribe. Perhaps even raise his standing—allow him to return, to live, and… draw closer to the Divine Child. Then, maybe, he could finally act on the scheme he had long cherished…
“Clang!”
With a satisfied breath, Shu Pi threw his weapon aside. Still holding the severed head, he strode toward the Green Sparrow warriors.
When he came near, he set the head down and prostrated himself on the ground, like a beast bowing before its king.