Among the crowd panting like wild beasts as they surrounded him, a figure suddenly charged forward like Zhang Tie...
With a "thud," another, even faster figure grabbed the man's arm and punched him, sending him flying backward.
"He is mine..."
The figure behind was even taller and more imposing, exuding a tyrannical aura. Behind this person, a huge Black Spider Black Spider loomed in the shadows, silently telling everyone that the man before them had reached level six and had already cultivated Battle Qi.
As soon as this person stepped forward, the people who had gathered around stopped in their tracks, and the two sides faced off.
"This person is mine..." The tall figure pointed at Zhang Tie, who stood motionless at the door, and roared, as if pointing at a piece of food, "This fair-skinned boy is mine, and no one is allowed to take him from me!"
" Malong, this cell isn't yours to call the shots..." From among the crowd who had stopped, a disheveled, hunched-over man, his back bent so low it almost touched the ground like a giant, upright-walking rat, chuckled and slowly stepped forward. "You are indeed strong, but if we all gang up on you, you won't be a match for us!"
"It's been so long since anyone brought us such a fun toy..." Another person, with an ugly face, whose nose looked like it had been cut off, leaving only two flat, bloody holes, slowly stepped forward. A huge black spider began to emerge behind him. "I really want to smell this kid's scent..."
"This man doesn't belong to you, he belongs to all of us..." The person who said this crawled out on all fours like a filthy stray dog, looking at Zhang Tie with the hungry eyes of a wolf that hadn't eaten for months, then licked his lips. "The blood of young people like this is the best to drink. I don't care how you play with him, just hand him over to me when he has his last breath. If he's dead, it's hard to get his blood..."
"I need five hours..." Malong conceded, paused for a moment, and then said firmly.
"That guy who came last time, you killed him in three hours. This young man doesn't look very strong..." The surrounding people took another step closer.
"One hour at most, and you must guarantee this little guy is still alive after one hour, then we'll give you the first hour!" the hunchbacked old man said viciously. "If you don't agree, when others get involved with you later, I'll slit this kid's throat and give him a quick death, so nobody gets anything!"
For the first time in his life, Zhang Tie was being fought over like a piece of meat. While they argued, not a single person gave Zhang Tie a second glance, as if Zhang Tie were already a doomed man. Zhang Tie coldly looked at the people in the cell, and from their words, he slowly understood what kind of people were imprisoned there.
The maggots on the animal carcasses on the Crescent Prairie are cleaner than these people!
The people locked in this cell can no longer be called human. They are merely a group of living corpses, parasitic in the deepest part of this dark prison, still breathing, their every pore emitting a foul stench. They are a bunch of people who should have been buried in the ground long ago and turned into fertilizer. They should never be alive in this world.
Zhang Tie's gaze swept over these people, slowly turning cold, devoid of any emotion.
Because in just that short time, these people had reached a compromise: Zhang Tie's first hour in this cell belonged to the man named Malong Malong, who had to guarantee that Zhang Tie would still be alive after that hour and that his vital organs would not be damaged. After some further debate, they had each determined the rights and ownership of Zhang Tie 'Zhang Tie organs, blood, and even every second he remained alive after that hour.
After Zhang Tie was assigned his tasks, everyone except Malong stood about seven or eight meters away from Zhang Tie, forming a small circle. Their eyes were shining, they were swallowing hard, and they were breathing heavily with excitement, ready to watch Malong's performance for the next hour. This was also the entertainment program they had discussed.
Malong was over two meters tall, his muscles as muscular as small mountains. Malong was completely naked, just like the others in the cell, with absolutely no covering. He simply swaggered over. It was only when this guy approached that Zhang Tie realized Malong's genitals had been castrated; this guy was no longer a man...
"Hehe, what's wrong, strange..." Seemingly realizing Zhang Tie had seen his manhood was gone, Malong's face twisted in a grotesque grimace. "That damned woman, she was very beautiful. I killed her man, smashed her child to death, just to fuck her hard. I imprisoned her in her house, tied her up, and fucked her for a month. After a month, she had become obedient. One time, when I finished with her and was resting, she said she would serve me, lick me clean. I believed her, and then she bit off my penis. I twisted that woman's neck, pried my penis out of her mouth, but it couldn't be reattached. That woman not only bit off my penis, but also chewed it up in her mouth..."
"Then why are you still alive? Why didn't they hang you when you were arrested?" Zhang Tie asked calmly.
"They don't know about this. The women I've fucked and killed can't sue me..." Malong chuckled. "I was locked up for other things, and they just thought I was a regular hardened criminal, so they let me live and sentenced me to life imprisonment. You know, after coming here, I realized that even without a penis, there can still be a lot of fun. If you behave, I'll let you live a couple more days..."
Malong spoke, a large hand, almost as thick as Zhang Tie Tie's thigh, reached out to grab Zhang Tie's head.
Seeing that Malong was ready to put on a good show, the other zombies started laughing strangely and making various noises.
The two stood together, and the difference in their sizes was too great. With Zhang Tie's size, it would take almost three Zhang Tie tied up to equal Malong's body size.
Zhang Tie grabbed Malong's wrist, preventing Malong's large hand from advancing an inch further. Malong's expression changed, and he began to exert more force. The Black Spider on his back reappeared, but Zhang Tie's hand remained unmoved. Gradually, Malong's face began to contort, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead... Increasingly strained, Malong, besides using brute force, slowly began to activate his internal Battle Qi. He sensed that Zhang Tie lacked Battle Qi, and if his activated Battle Qi could penetrate Zhang Tie's body, Zhang Tie's life would be in his hands. Malong felt that his activated Battle Qi, the moment it reached Zhang Tie's hand, was instantly evaporated like rain meeting lava.
Malong's expression changed drastically. Zhang Tie possessed a force within him, not Battle Qi, not even transformation qi, but merely hidden force. This hidden force, concealed and twisted, formed a solid, iron-clad wall in Zhang Tie's hand, preventing his Battle Qi from penetrating even slightly. How could such hidden force exist...?
"How is this possible?" Malong exclaimed as if he had been stabbed...
Zhang Tie gradually increased the pressure in his hand.
Everyone in the cell realized something was wrong. It couldn't be; Malong was actually losing a hand-to-hand combat with this kid...
"Ah..." Finally unable to bear it any longer, Malong yelled and swung his other fist at Zhang Tie's head...
"Die!" Zhang Tie's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he kicked out. Before Malong's fist could hit Zhang Tie's head, Zhang Tie's right foot had already struck Malong squarely in the groin. This kick from Zhang Tie was the " Cannon Leg " from the Iron-Blood Divine Fist, a powerful upward strike. As Zhang Tie's foot struck Malong's crotch, the Iron-Blood Dark Force within his foot instantly erupted...
Under Zhang Tie's inhuman strength, amidst a terrifying sound of bones shattering, the two-meter-tall Malong was kicked into the air like a ball by Zhang Tie. His head slammed into the top of the three-meter-high cell like a watermelon, making a cracking sound, splattering blood, and then he fell down.
When Malong fell, his body was as limp as a lump of mud, showing no signs of life.
Zhang Tie's kick was incredibly powerful.
The beasts in the cell seemed to have their necks gripped instantly; all their howls and gasps vanished abruptly.
Malong died just like that? Malong was already at level six, was kicked to death by this boy with a single kick? All the beasts who knew Malong's strength and power were horrified, and they began to retreat one by one...
Zhang Tie seemed lost in thought, staring at Malong's corpse for a moment before shaking his head.
Then Zhang Tie raised his head and looked at the other beasts in the cell. Was being surrounded by these people more terrifying than being surrounded by more than three hundred wolves?
Zhang Tie walked towards these people...
" Malong is dead. No one in this room will do anything to you anymore..." the hunchback said, backing away...
Zhang Tie ignored him and simply walked towards him...
"You can do whatever you want here..." The hunchback continued to back away...
Zhang Tie ignored him and simply walked towards him...
"We can listen to you..."
Zhang Tie ignored him and simply walked towards him...
"Attack..." the hunchback roared, and four figures pounced on Zhang Tie simultaneously, black spiders appearing in the shadows...
Zhang Tie threw out four punches in an instant, sending the four figures flying backwards almost simultaneously, crashing to the ground. Three of them never got up again. The hunchback, coughing up blood, stared in horror at Zhang Tie, feeling his internal organs being shredded by a surging force. Before dying, he roared, "Dark force, how is this possible..." A stream of blood mixed with fragments of his internal organs spurted from his mouth, and then he fell silent.
When a person reaches level four of the Battle Soldier rank, they can develop hidden strength. This is the minimum threshold for developing hidden strength, but not everyone who reaches level four can develop hidden strength. Some people at higher levels may not be able to develop it either. The rank represents the number of Bright Point ignited in the body and the degree to which the body's potential is developed. Hidden strength represents the direction in which this power within the body and the developed potential of the human body choose to break through. Just as steel can be used to make weapons, but not all steel can be used to make weapons, many people who have already produced steel simply do not have the ability to use that steel to make weapons. A person who develops hidden strength is someone who can forge the potential and power developed within their body into swords and fighting tools.
Zhang Tie had already developed hidden strength, and not just any hidden strength, but the Iron-Blood Dark Force. For some reason, Captain Colin said that only one in a hundred people could develop the Iron-Blood Dark Force, but almost on the very first day he stepped into Level Four, Zhang Tie felt this brand-new power budding within his body without any obstacles, and naturally mastered the Iron-Blood Dark Force.
The Little Tree can produce a maximum of nine Wild Wolf Seven-Power Fruit, a fact Zhang Tie has already determined.
By the end of the two-month trial, Zhang Tie had become a Level 4 Battle Soldier, and his Iron-Blood Divine Fist had naturally developed into Iron-Blood Dark Force. Moreover, he had gained the Nine Wolf Strength.
At this moment, the power that the Iron-Blood Divine Fist could unleash in Zhang Tie's hands was astonishing even to Zhang Tie himself. This royal combat technique of the Norman Empire began to show a completely new brilliance in Zhang Tie's hands.
Apart from Zhang Tie himself, no one knew that the Zhang Tie who returned today was not the same Zhang Tie as two months ago.
"We'll do whatever you say!" someone shouted from inside the cell.
"You maggots that roam in the darkness, you will all die today!" Zhang Tie's killing intent surged. "To let you live is the greatest blasphemy against humanity!"
In the dark cell, more figures screamed and pounced on Zhang Tie. He unleashed his Iron-Blood Divine Fist, his Zhang Tie swirling with power, and within that force, the faint roar of a tiger could be heard...
Two minutes later, the roaring fist wind in the cell abruptly stopped, and everything became quiet. Zhang Tie dusted off his sleeves, found a quiet spot by the iron door, sat down, and closed his eyes to begin working on the fourth Bright Point on his spine...
1,1,2,3...
On the Golden Spiral, representing the path of evolution, Zhang Tie has already taken four steps and is about to take the fifth. Each subsequent step will be many times more difficult than the previous ones, but Zhang Tie is not afraid. For him, everything is just a matter of time, because he has the Castle of Black Iron and that Little Tree...
5,8,13,21,34...
"What will the world be like after level 9?" A question flashed through Zhang Tie's mind...