Opening the Iron Cage, Letting Him Out

Loren didn't even glance at the surrounding Nobles. His gaze went straight to the fat steward, and he said calmly.

"Any other questions?"

The steward was stunned, then shook his head.

"Of course not. You just need to pay enough Pukes, and these barbarians will be yours.

But we can't offer any help in other aspects; you'll need to take the barbarians away yourself."

As he finished speaking, he looked at the dozens of Nobles waiting to watch the show, and his head immediately began to ache.

These barbarians were stinky and stubborn, impossible to command. Moreover, they were fearless of death; threatening them with death and pain would only earn ridicule.

If they were truly easy to tame, they wouldn't have ended up with Loren.

Loren paid no attention to the gazes of the surrounding crowd. Hot blood coursed through his chest, and his bloodthirsty, murderous battle intent, like that of a Demon, spread wildly like weeds.

Fight! Fight!!

He suppressed the battle intent that was almost bursting from his heart and, under everyone's watchful eyes, walked to the iron cage in the center where the barbarian chief was held.

"Highland Barbarians, you have been bought by me. According to the laws of the Silver Moon Kingdom, you are now my slaves.

Now, follow me back to my territory."

Silence followed his words.

The barbarians in the iron cage showed mockery and ridicule in their eyes.

It was like giant bears on the plains contemptuously provoking mice.

The young Nobles around them burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha, whose descendant is this?? Truly laughable."

"Goddess above, does he really think he can subdue barbarians like this?!"

"I bet he'll be so scared he'll call for his mother when he stands in front of the barbarian chief."

The curly-haired Noble and the blonde Noble showed even more mockery. They even regretted speaking earlier; such an idiot wasn't even worthy of conversing with them.

The stout steward wiped the sweat from his face, a strange expression on his face.

He hadn't expected Loren to do something so awkward. It was truly standard behavior for a Noble's son.

"My lord. Perhaps... let's forget it. We have other slaves, all strong Warriors."

He truly had no way with these barbarians. Not only were they fierce in combat, but once they stepped out of their cages, they would attack everyone around them without hesitation.

Death was the ultimate destination for the Highland Barbarians; they showed not a trace of fear.

Loren ignored the bloated steward and looked intently at the barbarians in the iron cage.

"They say the barbarians from the mountains are warriors who yearn for freedom, capable of hunting magical beasts bare-handed and tearing brown bears apart with their bare hands. I admire such warriors."

After speaking, he took out the 20 million he had just obtained—a Gold Grade card from the Fairy Bank.

Under everyone's gaze, he held it up.

"I have purchased your ownership from the Black Feather Merchant Guild.

However, brave warriors deserve respect. Today, I will give you a chance.

If you can defeat me, then I will grant you true freedom!

I will absolve you of your slave status!"

Everyone was shocked by this statement. The barbarians, who had been silent like statues, all turned their heads to look at Loren.

Loren met their sharp gazes and spoke in a strong, domineering tone.

"If I win, then from today onwards, you will pledge your loyalty to me and fight for me!"

The surrounding Nobles erupted in an uproar.

This guy wanted to personally fight the barbarians?

And he was only Silver Grade, while the barbarian chief was a Gold expert!!

Fiana's brows furrowed, worry and anger in her eyes.

This scoundrel, didn't he know how ferocious these barbarians were? Noble status was worthless before these warriors who could tear magical beasts apart.

Anor and Robert were clearly surprised. They had originally thought Loren had some other plan, but they hadn't expected him to fight the barbarians himself!

And to make such a huge gamble!!

This was truly incomprehensible to them.

After the young Nobles recovered from their shock, they slowly became excited. How many subordinates had they sent previously trying to subdue those damned barbarians, only to have them torn to shreds?

A Silver dared to challenge the barbarians?

They couldn't wait to see this guy's head chopped off by those barbarians.

The curly-haired Noble and the blonde Noble, who was surrounded by others, exchanged glances and burst into laughter.

This idiot actually wanted to go fight those barbarians!

"Young Master Enli, how many seconds do you think he'll last? Hmm, I think maybe 5 seconds. After all, it takes time to be thrown into the air and then fall back down."

The blonde Noble suppressed his smile, pretended to think for a moment, and then affirmed.

"At least 10 seconds. As long as he can still breathe, it's not a failure. After ten seconds, perhaps all that will be left is a pile of mush."

The two exchanged another glance and laughed even louder.

The barbarians sitting in the iron cage all stood up in unison after Loren finished speaking, their gazes cold as they looked at him, as if trying to discern the truth of his words.

Loren met their gaze without flinching. He stood there facing a group of burly men, most of whom were around 1.9 meters tall with explosive muscles.

The fighting spirit in his eyes burned like fire.

A moment later, the barbarians parted to the sides, revealing a figure.

A burly figure, over two meters tall, with a cross-shaped scar on his face, appeared before them.

Among the barbarians who averaged 1.9 meters, this one appeared exceptionally strong.

The muscles on his arms were as perfectly sculpted as if carved by a razor. No one could doubt the immense power this terrifying being could unleash.

One punch could probably kill a wild ox.

"Human Noble, I am the chieftain of the Frost Tribe. I accept your challenge. How shall we fight?"

His voice was deep like muffled thunder, and his amber eyes held the sharpness of a falcon.

The young Nobles outside the cage instinctively took a few steps back. Even through the sturdy iron bars, they couldn't feel the slightest sense of security. It felt as if the barbarian could tear through the steel before him if he became enraged.

The pressure emanating from his physique was simply overwhelming.

The stout steward swallowed, his eyes pleading.

"My lord, perhaps you should reconsider. This barbarian chieftain has the blood of the Gold Knights on his hands.

And when he was first captured, he tore apart a brown bear that had escaped its cage. No one can conquer him."

If this reckless descendant of Nobles were to be killed by those stubborn, unyielding barbarians...

He feared he would not escape blame.

The stout steward couldn't help but feel regret. If only he hadn't been reluctant to dispose of these hard-to-catch barbarians, he wouldn't have caused so much trouble.

Loren felt the power awakening within his body, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Onto the ring. No weapons. Free combat."

Upon hearing this, Fiana could no longer hold back. She stepped forward and blocked Loren, looking at him stubbornly.

"I'll fight in your place!"

Loren looked at the girl with her cool demeanor and smiled brilliantly.

"Trust me, girl."

With that, he waved his hand, "Open the iron cage and let him out."

"I have yet to taste the blood of a Gold Warrior."