Sword Saints Should Go Tank

"Strength is justice. I also like such family rules!"

When Huang Xing smiled, all the barbarian youths who observed Huang Xing felt a little chilly in their bodies.

But instead, those upright, or stubborn, barbarian youths still stared at Huang Xing viciously.

And in such an atmosphere, the patriarch, Wu Zhu, and several captains of the patrol team had already stood on the high platform in the center of the square.

The barbarians were simple and didn't have so many bells and whistles. The patriarch came up and announced the start of the battle without a few words at all.

"Boys, do you want to eat meat, do you want weapons, do you want to win the favor of girls, fight, the winner will have it all."

In this way, the battle of the barbarian teenagers began.

Of course, although it is simple, this selection will naturally not have no rules.

"Those who are going to participate in this battle, all stand up and draw lots for a two-two battle."

"The top ten have the qualifications to challenge the elite of the clan."

First is the qualification battle, and finally is the ranking battle. Because of drinking soup, Huang Xing was also included in the ranks of the elite.

Soon, the battle was unfolding below, and Huang Xing also took a closer look.

However, after only a while, Huang Xing felt hot eyes.

Those who participated in the battle were all young barbarians, their strength was not high, and their moves were simple.

Moreover, weapons cannot be used in this battle, so all the young barbarians are constantly fighting each other with their fists.

It's not a big deal for two people to fight each other, but at this moment, there are at least ten battlefields in the arena, and twenty rough-dressed strong men are fighting freely below. Huang Xing was extremely speechless watching this scene.

Of course, although the scene was eye-catching, Huang Xing could tell that the barbarian in front of him, because of his lack of advanced martial arts skills, was fighting for his physical strength and strength.

At the same time, for the barbarians, if they do not exist, they just need to go up to avoid them.

Fist meets fist, body collides with body, almost all barbarians fight like this.

And this kind of battle, the final result is not surprising. The ten strongest barbarian teenagers were selected.

They are more resistant to beatings and stronger.

Before the selection started, Huang Xing originally thought that there would be young people proficient in combat skills who could counterattack with the weak, but he thought too much.

"Sure enough, without advanced martial arts, the one with the strongest physique is the strongest."

However, the condition of the victorious barbarian teenagers was not very good. Every boy had a bruised nose and a swollen face, and quite a few had bloodstains on their bodies.

"That is to say, the barbarians are physically strong. If the humans in the original world did not use any protection to engage in such a battle, they would have been lying down a whole hospital long ago."

"It's just that if they fight like this, they will suffer extremely."

Such a problem, Huang Xing thought of it, and Wu Zhu and the patriarch of the village also thought of it.

A solution soon appeared.

Ask Huang Xing and others to wait, and soon, a group of girls ran over from a distance.

Those barbarian girls were holding a bowl in their hands, and Huang Xing saw from a long distance away that the contents in those bowls were the decoction he was familiar with.

"Using decoction to supplement the body's consumption? It's quite useful. Moreover, these young people can stand out from the battle just now, so it's not a waste to give them decoction."

When Huang Xing was thinking about it, those barbarian youths had already drank the soup.

Then, after recovering their bodies, they turned their attention to the elite group who had just rested.

Soon, the fighting began again.

"You have won the battle. Now, go to challenge. As long as you win, you can replace them and get the soup medicine provided by Lord Wu Zhu. Starting from the tenth place, you will challenge one by one."

"Dashu, come out, who are you challenging?"

"Report to the patriarch, I challenge Chen."

"Sure enough, it's me. It seems that I've really been treated like a persimmon!"

Thinking so, Huang Xing didn't wait for the patriarch to call, he stood up, came to the field, and moved his body.

On the opposite side, the young man named Dashu had a smile on his face.

"Very good, if I defeat you, I can take your place and drink the soup. I will definitely win this battle."

Looking at the excited big tree opposite, Huang Xing couldn't help being a little speechless.

"Hey, I said, have you forgotten the people behind you? Even if you defeat me, you still have to face challenges from others!"

Dashu was taken aback by such words. Obviously, with his simple and rude personality, he didn't expect so much at all.

At this time, the voice of the patriarch also rang.

"Game start."

The patriarch's voice finally woke up the barbarian boy named Dashu.

Its rough opening said:

"It doesn't matter how many there are, whoever comes, I'll beat whoever, I'm going to decide the place for the elite group."

"Bull dash!"

Slightly lowering his body, the barbarian boy named Dashu, like a bull, rushed towards Huang Xing with all his strength.

"Big tree, come on!"

"superior!"

Some barbarians were shouting loudly, while others were watching quietly with anticipation in their eyes.

The ones looking forward to watching are naturally the patriarch and Wu Zhu. At this increasingly difficult time, they hope that there will be a person with awakened blood in the clan, which means that the clan can continue.

"As long as he can defeat the big tree, Chen is worth cultivating."

Although those who have awakened bloodlines can almost grow into the realm of savage bones, but Wu Zhu thinks that Huang Xing has just awakened and has not yet realized his potential.

Therefore, although Wu Zhu and the patriarch had expectations, their expectations were very low. As long as Huang Xing defeated Dashu, they would be satisfied.

"Indeed, Ah Chen has just awakened, so he should not be a match for Xiaoshi, Jian and others, but as long as he defeats Dashu, it will be enough to show his talent..."

The patriarch was still turning his head to talk to Wu Zhu, but what happened next was completely beyond their expectations.

"How can it be!"

"No, no way!"

"That Ah Chen, how could he have such strength."

"So strong!"

...

Shouts of exclamation sounded from the crowd around the square, and the patriarch and Wu Zhu also stood up in shock.

I don't blame them for this, I can only say that what happened on the field was really subversive.

Although the big tree is not yet an adult, most of the barbarians in this world are physically strong, and he, who is not an adult, has reached 1.8 meters.

With a height of 1.8 meters and a rather majestic tree, it was quite intimidating when charged.

Facing his charge, Huang Xing also concentrated his energy.

Without dodging, facing the big tree charging like a bull, Huang Xing punched it directly.

However, after the punch was thrown out, what happened next made even Huang Xing feel a little helpless.

With the blessing of the blood of the barbarian king, Huang Xing punched out, causing the air to vibrate.

In this turbulent atmosphere, Huang Xing punched directly on Dashu's outstretched fists.

Such confrontation happened from time to time in the battle just now, and the surrounding barbarians didn't think it was wrong, and they were even ready to cheer.

And the barbarian named Dashu also grinned.

"No dodge, great, I won."

Seeing Huang Xing's thin body and his strong body, Dashu thought he had won.

But what happened next was beyond his imagination.