World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1111 - 501: Shocking Buzzer-Beater! An Explosion for the Eyes!

Chapter 1111: 501: Shocking Buzzer-Beater! An Explosion for the Eyes!

If I win in the cavalry charge duel, let me touch Miss Nini’an’s butt.

Lanling’s voice was loud, almost echoing across the entire battlefield.

"Good, good, good..."

Immediately, countless cheers erupted.

The chieftain’s daughter—the famed flower of the Chimera Tribe—always so exalted and untouchable, now about to have her butt openly touched. The mere thought of it was tantalizing.

Even those from the Chimera Tribe felt the thrilling heat of the moment.

But...

Chief Constantine’s face instantly darkened upon hearing Lanling’s words, and killing intent erupted in his eyes.

If it were the chieftain from the Wild Horse Tribe, he might have agreed. After all, many chieftains in the Barbaric Wilderness were coarse and uninhibited; a daughter’s butt being touched meant little—it wouldn’t cost her a chunk of flesh.

But Constantine was different.

His possessiveness was incredibly strong, not just for his wife but for his daughter as well.

Moreover, having his daughter’s butt publicly touched—what humiliation would that bring?

Was it easy for him to groom his daughter Nini’an into the flower of the tribe?

It had taken untold effort to make Nini’an’s beauty renowned, leaving countless outstanding young men smitten. This brought him immense benefits.

But if Lanling dared touch her butt, Nini’an’s value would suffer a significant loss.

Thus, Constantine was infuriated at Lanling’s demand!

A clever person would never provoke Constantine—it was a death wish.

But a shrewd person would absolutely provoke Constantine. Since Constantine was already intent on killing Lanling, pushing him further might just change the dynamics of the situation.

However, the first to react wasn’t Constantine but Nini’an’s three self-proclaimed protectors.

Du Yan, the second leader of the Foreign Tribe Army.

Yanggu, the cavalry commander of the Chimera Tribe.

Qiuju, the Gryphon Knight leader of the tribe.

Du Yan partially unsheathed his sword, yelling angrily, "How dare you, Lanling! Slandering Miss Nini’an—do you think I won’t kill you?"

Yanggu drew his sword sharply, speaking coldly, "You vile foreign dog! Daring to insult Miss Nini’an—I’ll sever your head myself!"

Qiuju was even more blunt, saying to Lanling, "Cut off your own arm as a price for your words."

Lanling ignored Yanggu and Qiuju, focusing only on Du Yan. He sneered and said, "Du Yan, your loyalties sure bend outward."

The brothers in the Foreign Tribe Army were uncomfortable with this, too. Du Yan was clearly favoring a woman over his own comrades.

Lanling continued with a laugh, "If I’m not mistaken, Chief Constantine is already planning to send our Foreign Tribe Army cavalry to fight in the duel. We risk our lives to uphold the tribe’s honor. So does the life of one hundred cavalrymen mean less than Miss Nini’an’s buttocks? Mind you, I only said I’d touch it!"

One hundred lives—do they truly mean less than Miss Nini’an’s butt?

That question was genuinely deafening in its impact.

Lanling sneered, "Du Yan, tell us: which is heavier—one hundred lives of Foreign Tribe Army brothers, or Miss Nini’an’s butt?"

Du Yan was about to explode with rage!

Lanling, the crafty devil, constantly entrapped him. He could not answer this question.

"Du Yan, Qiuju, Yanggu!" Lanling called them out one by one, "Whichever of you believes Miss Nini’an’s butt is more precious and wishes to safeguard it—then lead one hundred cavalrymen into battle in the second duel!"

With that, Lanling set up his challenge to each of them.

At this moment, Nini’an was grinding her teeth in fury. She and her father had worked for years to establish her reputation as the tribe’s flower, as the so-called most beautiful woman.

She had always kept herself distant and unattainable, pretending to be innocent and carefree while flitting between admirers, leaving them hopelessly infatuated.

And now, thanks to Lanling’s relentless talk of her "butt"—again and again—her reputation was utterly ruined.

Lanling was seeking revenge. Yesterday, Constantine intentionally tried to link Lanling with the nickname "butt seller," tarnishing him beyond redemption.

Today, Lanling retaliated tit-for-tat.

At this moment, Nini’an hated Lanling to her core. She had never despised someone so deeply.

Right in front of countless onlookers, Lanling had ripped off her goddess’s veil.

But then her attention quickly turned to Lanling’s words—Du Yan, Yanggu, Qiuju—were they going to stand up for her dignity?

Lanling laughed loudly and said, "Three commanders—you are the brightest stars of our tribe’s youth. Now is your chance to shine: to protect your dream girl, to defend her honor, charge into battle for her butt!"

At these words, Constantine instead felt a chilling unease. He suspected Lanling was scheming, dodging participation in the cavalry charge duel while pretending he couldn’t refuse. Using provocation and deflection, he shifted the blame.

This way, Constantine absolutely could not let this cunning scoundrel succeed.

Everyone knew—against the Wild Horse Tribe in cavalry charge duels, defeat was inevitable. No matter how skilled you were, you couldn’t control all one hundred warhorses—just one horse stepping out of bounds would mean instant defeat.

And once you lost, all one hundred men would be executed.

This was the brutal nature of the cavalry charge duel: the winner lives; the loser dies, whether it’s one man or a hundred.

These three young leaders were talented and invaluable—they could not die needlessly.

But from Nini’an’s perspective, her reputation and butt were unquestionably more important than one hundred lives.