King of Ten Thousand Races

Cold-blooded, calm, with a resolute and unwavering gaze, and muscular, bulging limbs.

Every mine protection team member blessed by the "King of Soldiers" template is indeed a born warrior.

Faced with the chief's scrutiny, the elite soldier simply nodded without uttering a word, while all sorts of provocative glances swirled around him, yet he remained unmoved.

"Chief Ubara, shall we get ready to begin as soon as possible?" Zabol suggested from the side.

"Alright, then this one... go and prepare with our people." Chief Ubara nodded and glanced at the native holding a spear beside him.

Two natives stepped forward and tried to shove the soldier king.

In an instant, a cold glint flashed in the eyes of the elite soldier.

Bang! Bang!

He instantly grabbed the two men by the neck with both hands, and with a sharp twist of his elbows, dust flew everywhere as he pinned the two natives to the ground amidst the dust.

A gasp of surprise rippled through the crowd.

A glint of surprise flashed in the chief's eyes.

"Stop!"

His eyes swept over the restless guards around him.

Immediately, no one dared to move.

The elite soldier slowly rose and withdrew his hand, everything calm and serene, as if nothing had just happened.

The two natives on the ground, their faces dark and flushed, struggled to their feet, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at the King of Soldiers.

The chief slowly walked forward, and the surrounding crowd immediately parted.

"I apologize to you for the rudeness of our people," he said solemnly. "This is not the way to treat a warrior."

"It doesn't matter, please begin testing me as soon as possible." The elite soldier nodded slightly, without any hesitation.

"Okay!" Chief Ubara nodded.

A moment later, the two guards politely invited the elite soldier to make preparations.

"General Zabol, shall we go to the viewing platform?" Chief Ubara invited.

"Hmm." Zabol nodded.

As the ruler of Salito Province, he naturally had his own pride, even though the person in front of him was the chief of a large local tribe.

Similarly, Chief Ubara always treated Zabol with utmost courtesy.

At least on the surface, the two were on good terms.

Zhang Yang followed along, accompanying Zabol. At least in front of outsiders, he had to play the role of advisor well.

A moment later, the so-called grandstand appeared.

Simple, primitive, and full of ruggedness, it resembles a low-budget version of the Roman Colosseum.

Inside the arena, cheers thundered.

All I could see were local natives, excitedly chatting amongst themselves and pointing at the distant arena.

"The vile one who killed our tribe's warrior will be punished by the gods today."

"Won't he be torn to pieces by a lion?"

Looking at Chief Ubara's calm expression, Zhang Yang couldn't help but mutter to himself.

How is the tribe publicizing this? Are they perhaps turning today's test into a revenge plot?

And Chief Ubara's nonchalant attitude—does he think he can't understand their language?

Indeed, the language spoken by the local natives was quite different from that spoken outside.

Even Zabol couldn't understand it.

"Chief Ubara, the discussion among your people seems to suggest that this is a matter of revenge rather than a test?" Zhang Yang always enjoyed embarrassing others.

Therefore, they immediately speak in the tribal language.

The expression on Chief Ubara's face at that moment was so fascinating it drew everyone's attention.

"You... can you understand?" He had a deep-seated embarrassment.

"I have a good aptitude for languages, so I can definitely understand it," Zhang Yang smiled, making no attempt to deny it. "Of course, I can understand."

He understood that it was just an opportunity to promote himself, enhance tribal cohesion, and boost his own prestige.

Although there are generational gaps and barriers between civilizations, the underlying principles remain the same despite all the changes.

As the chief, Ubara was able to find the murderer who killed his tribe's warrior and arrange for him to fight a lion in public. At least in the eyes of the tribe's natives, he was indeed a very capable chief.

As for the final result, whether it's a win or a loss.

He lost, so his wish was granted.

As for actually winning, a true warrior would then be able to give an account to his people.

"Well then, let's see how it goes," Chief Ubara said, without offering any further explanation.

A moment later, the group entered the Colosseum.

At the highest point of the stands, a dozen chiefs, all dressed in lion robes, turned their gazes toward the scene.

These are all chiefs of the surrounding tribes, large and small.

"General Zabol sends his greetings."

"General Zabol."

One by one, the chiefs stood up and offered Zabol greetings and the respect due to him.

This is the advantage of having military power. Even these tribes, who have lived a primitive and fierce life since ancient times, have become friendly and approachable at this moment.

There's never a shortage of superficial harmony.

Zabol greeted them one by one, and then took his seat.

A moment later, inside the arena, as far as the eye could see, was a dense mass of heads, with shouts rising and falling.

Zhang Yang sipped the unidentified beverage provided by the tribe, gazing leisurely at the scene below.

On either side of the vast arena, there was a fence. Presumably, the lion would be released from one of the fences shortly.

After an unknown amount of time, one of the fences opened first.

A figure emerged from within; it was none other than the King of Soldiers.

He stood calmly in the center of the field, holding a long blade, oblivious to the overwhelming and unfriendly shouts around him.

Zhang Yang frowned but didn't say anything.

In any case, results speak for themselves.

Meanwhile, several tribal chiefs were whispering and gossiping among themselves, seemingly offering their opinions.

"Lion! Lion!"

"Tear him apart! Tear him apart!"

Amidst the cheers that rose and fell in the arena, the fence on the other side finally opened.

A lion that wasn't particularly large slowly walked out of the enclosure, surveying its surroundings with bloodthirsty eyes.

Finally, they focused on the only target in front of them.

The surrounding shouts grew louder.

Amidst the surrounding commotion, the lion grew increasingly agitated, emitting deep growls, its eyes fixed on the figure before it, and slowly circling.

The elite soldier, spear in hand, never took his eyes off the lion.

Never turn your back to a feline.

The man and the lion remained locked in a stalemate, testing each other and seemingly searching for the other's weakness.

Finally, the lion could no longer restrain itself.

Or perhaps it's hunger and an instinctive reaction to food.

It finally made its move.

A roar.

It landed not far from the King of Soldiers.

The elite soldier seized the opportunity and used his spear to stab him in the abdomen.

In an instant, blood gushed out.

"Truly heroic!"

"If he can truly kill the lion, given his strength, it wouldn't be surprising if your tribe's warrior died at his hands."

The indigenous people have a different understanding of death than most people.

They felt that it was a great waste for their tribe's warriors to be killed by the weak.

However, if they were to die at the hands of a stronger person, they would consider it an honor, and the fallen tribal warrior would be blessed by the gods.

This is a great thing.

In their eyes, the law of the jungle is the truth of everything.

The lion, wounded and enraged, was met with ferocity, but the elite soldier remained unharmed, calmly facing the attack and holding his long blade in full battle array.

After several rounds...

The sharp blade repeatedly sought opportunities to slash wounds on the lion's back and sides.

The ground was covered in the lion's blood.

The situation seemed predictable.

The entire audience was stunned, and their cheers were no longer so unrestrained.

A warrior who can fight a lion, even with weapons, deserves everyone's respect.

"General Zabol." Chief Ubara suddenly approached.

"Please speak." Zabol nodded slightly.

"If your people win, could you invite some of your people to join our tribe and become our warriors?" Chief Ubara said earnestly, placing his hand slightly on his chest.

He seemed to have foreseen the outcome.

"This..." Zabol was slightly taken aback.

Zhang Yang subtly gave him a look of agreement.

In such a large tribe, wouldn't it be great to have a spy who is absolutely loyal?

As for the loss of a top-tier soldier who fought for himself?

That's not important.

Anyway, once the mission is completed, I will have a full thousand elite soldier slots to recruit, so I won't have to worry about finding people.

"Okay." Zabol understood, pretended to ponder, and then nodded.

"That's wonderful!" Chief Ubara exclaimed with delight.

The lion on the field was finally on its last legs.

Finally, the elite soldier seized an opportunity and stabbed him in the neck with a sharp blade, the blade disappearing instantly, killing him instantly.

At this moment, the entire stadium erupted in cheers.

This is the most instinctive respect for warriors, regardless of whether they are friend or foe.

"It's a pity. Since the passing of the Hundred Tribes Warriors fifty years ago, no one has ever been worthy of becoming a Hundred Tribes Warrior again." Nearby, several chieftains seemed to be chatting in hushed tones.

"Warriors of a Hundred Races?" Zhang Yang asked with some curiosity.

Could he be a warrior from all the tribes?

What conditions are required?

"A warrior of the hundred tribes must fight and kill a lion with his bare hands to be called a warrior of the hundred tribes." Chief Ubara said with a smile, in a good mood. "Legend has it that a hundred years ago, an incomparably brave warrior of the hundred tribes appeared on this land. He once fought and killed a lion with his bare hands, and since then he has been revered by all tribes and regarded as a warrior of the hundred tribes."

Zhang Yang blinked.

Did he fight a lion bare-handed?

He was empowered by the system, making him no longer human, hence his power. But the warriors of the hundred tribes that Chief Ubara mentioned, ordinary people, could they really fight a lion bare-handed?

Seriously?

If such power truly exists, it's not surprising that they are revered as warriors of all races.

This is the Africa Wu Song!

However, Chief Ubara also said that it was a warrior from a hundred years ago who died fifty years ago. The truth, whether it was due to luck or hearsay, remains unknown.

"What if someone could fight a pride of lions bare-handed?" Zhang Yang said, half-jokingly.

The chiefs exchanged glances and then burst into laughter.

"A pride of lions! If such warriors truly exist, they must be the incarnation of gods on earth, the king of all races, worthy of the worship and reverence of all tribes across the entire Africa continent!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang fell into deep thought.

Fighting a pack of lions bare-handed?

If he didn't use the Injury-Free Card, relying solely on his master-level martial arts, superhuman strength, and outrageous reflexes...

To be honest, he could give it a try, but it's impossible for him to emerge unscathed.

However, if Injury-Free Card is used...

That makes sense.

Within the area of effect of the Injury-Free Card, one possesses unparalleled defense and can reliably unleash terrifying power, making it more than capable of taking down a pack of lions.

King of all races?

Although this was merely a title passed down within the tribe, a symbol of honor, it was not equated with secular power.

However, being revered by all the tribes of Africa, an incarnation of God? Although not a secular title, this title, to some extent, allows him to disregard the rules, after all, he is backed by all the tribes of Africa.

Most conflicts on the Africa continent are rooted in ethnic and tribal disputes. If he were to step forward and say a word, he could easily end the war and the conflict.

None of the presidents or kings of any of the major or minor Africa countries would dare to claim they have such great abilities.

This is the energy that could turn the tide in Africa.

Bite!

Warning, warning.

The system has detected that the host's thoughts are extremely dangerous, and that this action will have huge and unpredictable consequences, triggering a major change in the world situation.

The system has no intention of restricting any behavior of the host or influencing any decisions made by the host.

However, if the host insists on doing so, the system will disconnect and search for the next host.

"This?" Zhang Yang was taken aback.

This was the first time he had received such a serious reminder from the system.

The system had always given him the impression of being a good father, giving him everything without expecting anything in return and providing him with all sorts of benefits.

Never before has it been like today.

"Including taking away everything I already have?"

"The system will not change anything that has already happened, including everything the host owns," the system said. "However, the system has the authority to decide whether to stay by the host's side."

Zhang Yang fell silent.

Admittedly, the system wouldn't take away everything he possessed, but even so, he couldn't accept the existence of another person in the world who also had a system.

Of course, he would choose to obey.

Upon closer reflection, he quite understood the meaning of the system.

In fact, the system has already given him the maximum freedom to act, including the momentous matter of his wanting to use General Zabol to become president and thus control Gango from behind the scenes, which the system will not interfere with.

However, the system also has its limits.

This behavior clearly disrupts the balance of the situation across the Africa continent and consequently affects global trends; the system clearly cannot tolerate it.

"So, does that mean I can't change the world in the future, like building a large and powerful industry, possessing immense wealth, or controlling a country's mining industry and influencing international non-ferrous metal prices?" At this moment, Zhang Yang wanted to figure out exactly where this bottom line was.

In the future, his strength will definitely grow stronger, such as in terms of wealth, the industries he owns, and the mines he controls.

He will change the world.

"The system allows the host to gradually change the world under certain rules, rather than instantly possessing the ability to change the world's situation," the system explained.

Zhang Yang understood.

This balance cannot be explained in a few words; I must force an explanation.

Boiling a frog in lukewarm water is fine, but pouring hot oil over it all at once, causing an instant uproar and a complete mess, is definitely not acceptable.

Or, if he owns three mines today, he could suddenly control the entire mining industry in Africa tomorrow. With a single sentence, he could change global non-ferrous metal prices, causing global turmoil and even triggering a global war.

That definitely won't work either.

To put it simply, you can be a player, but don't actually flip the table!

"One more question: if being the King of All Races isn't an option, then I'll make myself a Warrior of a Hundred Races. Is that alright?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No problem at all, this behavior is reasonable and compliant, and its impact is controllable," the system replied affirmatively.