Chapter 783

Zi Chen arrived in front of the three men like a bolt of golden lightning. He waved his hand and punched three times.

His three fists were emitting a golden light and contained a powerful force. With three loud bangs, the three men were sent flying.

They coughed up blood as they were sent flying. Their bodies were seriously injured by the light of the fists. They fell to the ground and couldn't get up for a while.

The three men's faces were full of shock. They were knocked down in one move. This outsider's strength was really terrifying.

The faces of the six barbarians of the Black Race revealed a look of astonishment. Their bodies subconsciously paused for a moment.

During this pause, Zi Chen flashed forward and punched again with his golden fist.

There was an ear-piercing sound in the air. After three punches, Zi Chen sent three men flying. The first two were fourth level warriors. They were seriously injured after one attack. As for the third, he was a third level warrior. He was beaten half to death by Zi Chen's powerful punch.

All of this happened in an instant. Six of the nine men were knocked down. The other three were so shocked that they couldn't say a word. They stood there stupidly and didn't dare to move.

Wu Man was also shocked. He had just assumed a posture and was ready to slash with his blade. He wanted to show off his skills, but he didn't expect that Zi Chen would end the fight in an instant.

Zi Chen threw out six punches in a row, and the scene suddenly became deathly silent. The six people who fell down had painful expressions on their faces, and the three people who were still standing were drenched in cold sweat when they met Zi Chen's gaze.

"Get out of the way. Don't block the way."

Zi Chen looked up at the tall barbarian who was blocking the way and said calmly.

The barbarian's heart began to tremble when he saw the outsider's gaze. He subconsciously dodged to the side.

Zi Chen strode up the stairs. He didn't know why, but he didn't feel nervous or afraid in the face of this oppressive aura. Instead, he felt a faint excitement.

He looked up at the tall statue of the Barbarian God. A familiar feeling rose in his heart. It was as if he had seen it somewhere before.

The people from the Black Clan were still there. Zi Chen didn't look at the Barbarian God Statue carefully. Instead, he turned to the other three people and said, "Go and find the experts from your clan. We'll decide who this Barbarian God Statue belongs to in one battle."

The three barbarians of the Black Clan nodded mechanically. Then, Zi Chen said again, "Remember, I'm looking for the strongest barbarian. I'm not using the so-called 'sea of people' tactic. If you want to bully me by relying on your numbers, then I'll kill you until there's no one left in your Black Clan."

There was a trace of fear on the faces of the three men. They nodded repeatedly and ran in the direction of the Black Tribe. They wanted to carry the half-dead barbarian with them before they left. But, Wu Man glared at them fiercely. Then, they turned around and ran away.

As the three of them fled, the Crow Barbarian under the altar walked towards the Berserkers with a long saber in hand. Then, he kicked them viciously.

Wu Man kicked out more than ten times in a row, causing the five warriors of the fourth rank to scream miserably. But Wu Man was not satisfied. He turned and said to Zi Chen, who was on the altar, "Chief Zi Chen, why are we still keeping these Black Clan people alive? Let's just kill them."

Wu Man's voice was filled with undisguised killing intent.

Zi Chen, who was focused on the Barbarian God Statue, turned his head and looked at Wu Man. He spread his hands and said, "This is a conflict between you barbarians. You can kill them or leave them here."

When Wu Man heard this, his eyes flashed with a cold light. Even the long saber in his hand flashed with a cold light. His killing intent surged.

"Don't, don't kill us."

"Let, let us go."

The barbarians of the Black Clan began to beg for mercy. In the process of begging, the five fourth level barbarians crawled towards Wu Man. However, they did not crawl in front of him. Instead, they protected the third level barbarian.

Previously, three barbarians wanted to take away the third level barbarian. Now, the five barbarians wanted to protect him. It was clear that the third level barbarian's status in the Black Clan was not low.

Hatred had completely drowned out Wu Man's reason. He raised his butcher's saber and was about to kill. Suddenly, Zi Chen's voice sounded from the altar. "Wu Man, how many of your clansmen were kidnapped ten years ago?"

Wu Man was startled. He did not understand why Zi Chen would suddenly ask this question. But, he truthfully said, "Including the elderly and children, there were more than four hundred."

"Then can you guess how they are doing?" Zi Chen asked again.

When Wu Man heard this, the anger on his face grew. He angrily said, "I don't need to guess to know that they are living a life worse than dogs and pigs. These bastards must have treated them as slaves and tortured them. I will chop these bastards now."

Wu Man fiercely spat a mouthful of phlegm on the ground. Then, he raised his saber. The saber flashed as he prepared to chop down.

"Since they are not doing well, why don't you use these scum to exchange for them?"

The saber in Wu Man's hand stopped at the neck of a fourth rank Barbarian. Previously, he was still angry, but after he stopped, his face was filled with guilt.

At this time, he only wanted to vent his anger. He had forgotten about the lives of his clansmen. A deep sense of self-blame emerged from the bottom of his heart. Wu Man put away his saber and bowed deeply to Zi Chen. His eyes were filled with gratitude.

Zi Chen waved his hand and smiled. "That's enough. Quickly come up and feel the aura of the Barbarian God."

Wu Man was startled. He pointed at the six Black Tribe Barbarians and asked, "What about them?"

"They will stay there."

"What if they run away?"

The smile on Zi Chen's face grew wider, but his voice was very cold. "If they try to run away, just kill them all. At worst, we will go to the Raven Tribe and capture a few of them to exchange for your clansmen."

The hearts of the Black Race's barbarians trembled when they heard this. There were too many legends about the outsiders. But, each of these legends was about how powerful the outsiders were. Of course, behind these powerful legends were the bloody and cruel massacres.

Among the many legends, there was a legend that the outsiders did not treat the Barbarians as humans. They treated the Barbarians like slaves and killed them whenever they wanted.

After thinking about this legend, no one dared to question Zi Chen's words.

Wu Man walked up to the altar. This was the first time he had come here. When he felt the aura of the Barbarian God up close, he almost collapsed to the ground. His eyes were filled with reverence for the statue.

Compared to Wu Man, Zi Chen was much more relaxed. He quietly looked at the statue in front of him. At this moment, Zi Chen was unable to see the entire statue with his eyes. However, after releasing his spiritual sense, he was able to see the entire statue at a glance.

This was an extremely majestic Barbarian. His body was wrapped in animal skin. His hands were clenched into fists, and his hair was flying in anger.

The pressure of the Barbarian God made Wu Man unable to use his spiritual sense. His body could not help but tremble. However, this situation did not last for a quarter of an hour. Wu Man seemed to have sensed something, and his expression slowly calmed down.

Wu Man stood on the altar, as if he had been petrified. He looked at the statue in front of him motionlessly.

Below the altar, when the five fourth-level Barbarians saw this scene, their faces were full of shock. As everyone knew, to comprehend the Barbarian Technique in front of the Barbarian God statue, one had to sit cross-legged, empty one's mind and body, and try to sense it.

However, after doing all this, it would take a very long time to smoothly sense the Barbarian Technique. Some were lucky and could sense it in three to five days, but some needed to stay here for eight to ten days, or even several months.

However, they had never heard of such an unprepared person who could sense it in a quarter of an hour. Moreover, there had never been such an existence in the Black Tribe.

Just as Wu Man sensed the Berserker Art from the God of Berserkers' statue, Zi Chen's Spiritual Sense also noticed a strange ripple from the God of Berserkers' statue. The Spiritual Sense he released caught that strange ripple in time.

Within this strange fluctuation, Zi Chen saw the figure of a tall Barbarian. The Barbarian was practicing his fist technique in the air.

This was a fist technique that could mobilize the power within the body. It was a Barbarian Technique, and it was more complicated than a third-level Barbarian Technique. When the fist light was thrown out, the Barbarian's fist would flash with light.

This was a fist technique that manifested power. It was a fourth-level Barbarian Technique, and when the Barbarian performed it, it was clearly stronger than Zi Chen's third-level Barbarian Technique.

Wu Man had told Zi Chen earlier that the Barbarian Technique could be comprehended depending on the level of power. At this moment, Zi Chen was fully confident of his own strength.

Fourth-level, it was indeed fourth-level.

The Barbarian continued to practice this fourth-level Barbarian Technique in the air. When the Barbarian performed it for the first time, Zi Chen's spiritual sense completely memorized it and successfully copied it.

As the Barbarian practiced it over and over again, Zi Chen's spiritual sense also practiced it. Every time it practiced, Zi Chen's understanding of the fourth-level Barbarian Technique would improve a little.

By the time Zi Chen had practiced the Fourth Level Berserker Art a dozen times, the Spiritual Thought in Zi Chen's mind had already reached its peak. In fact, at that moment, the Fourth Level Berserker Art in Zi Chen's mind had already surpassed the level of the Void Barbarian's Art.

In other words, the fourth-level Barbarian Technique that the God of Barbarians had passed on to Zi Chen had improved, or perhaps improved, after the lightning youth's unique talent.

After evolving it to its peak, Zi Chen opened his eyes. He had already mastered the fourth-level Barbarian Technique, but if he wanted to use it to its peak, Zi Chen would need to train hard.

Wu Man was still trying to comprehend it. Zi Chen did not disturb him. Instead, he walked down the altar quietly. It seemed that before he achieved a breakthrough, the statue of the God of Barbarians was useless to him.

As expected, the six barbarians did not dare to escape. They looked at Zi Chen with eyes full of fear.

Zi Chen ignored them. He looked into the distance. With his powerful spiritual sense, he sensed that the Black Tribe's elites had arrived.

The leader was just as Zi Chen had guessed. He was a powerful fifth-level warrior. Behind him were fourth-level warriors.

The number of fourth-level warriors far exceeded Zi Chen's expectations.

Soon, a black dot appeared at the end of his line of sight.

"It's the tribe leader."

"The tribe leader has come to save us."

The six barbarians' faces were filled with excitement.

The black dot gradually turned into a tall figure. It ran towards them at an extremely fast speed. The ground trembled slightly.

"You're the outsider that the Raven Tribe invited." Before the person arrived, his voice was heard. It was the tribe leader of the Black Tribe.

Behind the Patriarch of the Black Clan, there were more than a dozen Level Four warriors of the Black Clan. When they saw the situation, they immediately rushed over to the six members of the Black Clan.