The Battlefield
"Looks like... you Ten-man Commanders aren't exactly convinced by me, are you?"
After exchanging a few words with Man Lei, Fang Yuan saw the Ten-man Commanders gathering around and gave a cold smile. "Fine... all of you can come at me together. If even one of you can force me back a single step, I'll give up the Hundred-man Commander position."
"Good!"
Among the barbarians, might made right. Most of them were muscle-bound men with little between their ears, and they immediately roared their agreement.
Amid dancing Dharma Aspects, several men lunged straight at him.
Hiss! Hiss!
Fang Yuan stood rooted to the spot, smiling faintly without moving.
Blade qi was everywhere, erupting suddenly from him and leaving bloody streaks across their bodies.
Blade qi was everywhere, erupting suddenly from him and leaving bloody streaks across their bodies.
"This is... the Blade Realm?"
Seeing this, Man Lei murmured in shock, "No wonder he was taken into the Sacred Mountain ahead of time and made a Core Disciple... Fang Yuan was nothing special in the tribe. Who would've thought that after going to the Barbarian Palace, he'd undergo such a transformation?"
"How about it? Convinced?"
After the blade qi subsided, Fang Yuan stood proudly and looked at the bloodied men sprawled on the ground, asking with a faint smile.
He had held back. Their injuries looked terrible, but in truth, they were only flesh wounds.
"We pay our respects to the Hundred-man Commander!"
Though the barbarians were a bit thickheaded, they knew how to honor a wager, and all dropped to their knees.
"That's enough. I'll appoint Man Lei as my deputy for now. Usually, apart from me, you'll also have to obey him. Understood?"
Fang Yuan made no attempt to hide his favoritism.
"Yes, sir!"
The Ten-man Commanders