Revered by the Hundred Races

"That's good." Zhang Yang smiled slightly.

He had long wanted to find himself a public identity that would allow him to stand out in the Gangge Republic.

Being a general's advisor is one title, but it seems to lack a certain weight. If one were to add the title of a warrior of a hundred races, it would be more or less appropriate.

Although Africa as a whole has entered the modern era, the tribal civilizations deeply rooted in Africa cultural heritage persist and continue to influence Africa development to this day. In some regions, chiefs still represent absolute authority and hold a pivotal position in national politics.

If he could become a warrior of all tribes, this status would be enough for him to travel freely among all the tribes, large and small, in Gango, and to be supported and respected by all the tribes.

This identity is even more useful than an official identity.

In this way, he has both an official identity and a civilian identity, and he has successfully created this disguise.

"General Zabol." Zhang Yang beckoned to Zabol and whispered something in his ear.

Although he wanted to be a warrior of all races, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to openly and honestly declare that he wanted to challenge a lion; that would be somewhat deliberate and not smooth enough.

It's perfect to have Zabol say it.

After a moment, Zabol understood and sat up straight again.

"The King of All Races is just a myth, but the Warrior of a Hundred Races is not impossible," Zabol said with a deliberate smile in front of the chieftains.

The chiefs looked at each other, then shook their heads and chuckled.

"General Zabol, although there were indeed warriors of a hundred tribes in history, they were figures from a hundred years ago. True warriors of a hundred tribes are a rare sight, only seen once in a century; they are people favored by the gods."

"Perhaps you've heard about the Maasai lion hunts, and various tales of humans fighting lions," Ubara said solemnly. "But I want to tell you, it's impossible... The Maasai's so-called lion hunts are nothing more than a group of people hunting with shields and spears, and even then, it's a near-certain death."

"As for the rumors of fighting lions bare-handed, those lions were either injured and on the verge of death, or they weren't even bare-handed at all, but were armed with guns."

"A lion is to a human boxing champion what a boxing champion is to a three-year-old child."

They attempted to use this seemingly insurmountable difference in species to illustrate the rarity and extreme strength of the warriors of all races.

"Really?" Zabol shook his head. "Coincidentally, I have a warrior right next to me who can fight a lion with his bare hands."

"Who is it?" The chieftains were taken aback and asked in trembling voices.

"My advisor, Mr. Zhang," Zabol said with a broad smile, pointing at Zhang Yang.

The chieftains froze, staring at the tall figure before them.

Then, they all gasped in shock.

Even though they weren't of the same skin color or race, they could still vaguely discern the extraordinary temperament and aura of the person before them, and his uniqueness.

However, to say that one can fight a lion bare-handed...

Zhang Yang stood up at the opportune moment and nodded slightly to the chieftains.

"You can?"

"I'm fairly confident," Zhang Yang said casually.

"Do you know that the lion that the warriors of the hundred tribes fought was a fully grown male lion weighing six hundred pounds, and that it was hungry and desperately seeking food?"

"Do you know that it must be truly bare-handed?"

Zhang Yang nodded, his expression remaining unchanged.

Silence fell over the surroundings.

"Do you dare to try?" Chief Ubara suddenly said in a deep voice, "If you truly have such ability, then it is a gift from heaven, and you will be the common warrior of all the Gango tribes for the past hundred years, enjoying the support of all our tribes."

"Hundred tribes" is just a general term, referring to all the tribes, large and small, in the Gangge Republic.

Everyone stared Zhang Yang at Zhang Yang, trying to see even a hint of hesitation or fear on his face.

But they were disappointed.

Zhang Yang's expression remained as calm as still water throughout.

"Sure."

No one dares to joke with their own life.

Zhang Yang's certainty at this moment naturally made everyone know that he was not joking.

It was just a coincidence.

There happened to be a male lion in the arena's animal enclosure.

This male lion weighs seven or eight hundred pounds, is extremely wild, and is in its prime. It is completely different from the juvenile lion cub that was domesticated and raised in captivity at General Zabol's mansion.

The entire tribe paid a huge price to capture it.

Today, it has finally come in handy as a touchstone for the warriors of all races.

If successful, a warrior from all ethnic groups, a talent rarely seen in a century, will rise to prominence.

If defeated, they will perish in the lion's belly.

The news spread, and the entire arena was in an uproar. People from surrounding tribes also flocked to the scene, eager to witness this spectacle.

Later that evening, the Colosseum was filled with a sea of people.

Everyone stared intently at the scene with burning anticipation, waiting for what was about to happen.

"Mr. Zhang, it's not too late to regret it now." Chief Ubara looked at Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang smiled and began changing his clothes.

Originating from Africa slave societies and passed down to the present day, the Trial of the Warriors of a Hundred Races is imbued with an ancient and primal aura.

To fit into this atmosphere, Zhang Yang naturally couldn't dress too modernly.

So he simply took off his shirt, leaving his upper body bare, his incredibly perfect physique bathed in the blazing Africa sun.

All eyes turned to him, filled with unparalleled admiration for the body that symbolized power and beauty before him.

"Chief Ubara, you may begin."

"Please come on stage!"

A moment later, outside the Colosseum.

Zhang Yang stood in the center of the arena, his eyes slightly closed, awaiting the trial that was about to begin.

There was no suspense.

At this moment, he felt not even a ripple in his heart.

If he were facing a pack of starving lions, he would naturally be on high alert and give it his all.

But what a joke!

It was just a male lion.

This lion will never know that it is about to face a master of martial arts who has mastered all human martial arts, a non-human being whose physique far surpasses that of ordinary humans and who has undergone genetic optimization.

At the same time, this non-human being also possesses an almost abnormal speed of neural reflexes and various system tools.

Zhang Yang felt that he didn't even need the Injury-Free Card; he could easily pass the test with his current strength alone.

This is not arrogance, but rather a clear understanding and confidence in himself.

A moment later, a whooshing sound arose all around.

Everyone seemed to be looking at another door.

In the distance, a group of natives were struggling to open the gate of the animal enclosure.

Even before the door opened, the faint roar of a lion emanating from behind it was already incredibly oppressive.

This lion, which hasn't even shown itself yet, sounds far stronger than the weak, sickly lion that the elite soldier just fought.

A short while later, the lion enclosure gate was finally opened completely from above by manpower.

An enormous figure slowly emerged from the dark lion enclosure, step by step.

A breeze blows through the sunlight in the Colosseum.

A colossal male lion, with an incredibly thick mane, stood majestically in the arena.

It had incredibly strong limbs, piercing and murderous eyes, and the wildness and ruthlessness of a predator. Most importantly, it was a whole size larger than the lion that had appeared earlier.

It's like comparing a healthy adult man to a terminally ill teenager.

This male lion was exceptionally healthy and strong, at the prime of its life, and most importantly, its perfect hunger filled it with an intense craving for food.

At this moment, it had already entered the state of a natural hunter.

It has identified Zhang Yang.

Accompanied by a roar, and amber eyes.

The lion, like an invincible hunter, approached Zhang Yang step by step, waiting for the right moment to kill him with a single bite, snapping the neck of its prey before it.

Zhang Yang glanced at the lion approaching him, then at the dense crowd around him, a barrage of stares and gazes.

He wondered to himself how he would accomplish this feat.

The thought hadn't even formed in his mind.

A foul stench assaulted my ears, and the roars seemed almost within reach.

Sure enough, the lion's mind was quite simple, without many twists and turns. Seeing Zhang Yang standing motionless, it assumed that he, like its previous prey, had been paralyzed with fear.

"A beast is a beast!"

Zhang Yang instantly got into the zone.

In an instant, the speed of nerve reflexes soared to the limit, and the muscles and bones throughout the body resonated, with blood surging through the blood vessels.

The state immediately rises to the absolute limit.

Collapse!

A dull thud echoed from the ground, like a heavy hammer striking the earth.

Zhang Yang dodged the lion's pounce, and the ground instantly collapsed, revealing a long, cracked pattern.

The surrounding area was filled with the roar of a huge crowd.

Zhang Yang ignored everything, feeling an immense force being poured into his arms, and all he wanted was to find a place where he could completely release it.

Sizzle!

A huge skid mark appeared on the ground, resembling a speeding race car suddenly braking.

Pfft!

Zhang Yang's hands gripped the thick, glossy lion's fur like iron clamps, and instantly, the lion's fur was torn and bleeding.

The lion roared in pain.

The lion's head, mane and all, turned and came closer, its blood-red eyes and gaping maw seemingly ready to bite.

The next second.

Crunch! Crunch!

Zhang Yang's muscles and flesh instantly twisted together, emitting a terrifying noise as if countless steel bars were being twisted together by heavy machinery.

The next instant, an immense force of ten thousand jin suddenly erupted.

Boom!

The immense force slammed in, hitting the side! The neck! The forehead!

The internal organs turned to mush! The entire spine broke inch by inch! The lion's head collapsed!

The majestic lion, weighing six or seven hundred pounds, was suddenly silenced by a despairing, explosive roar after just one exchange. The enormous lion collapsed to the ground like a limp rag, lifeless.

Zhang Yang planted his feet firmly on the ground, then suddenly bent down, his arms instantly plunging into the lion's belly, gripping its spine, and lifting the massive lion's body high like a tyrant carrying a cauldron.

Lion's blood drenched beneath his perfect, invincible body.

Under the sunlight, it seemed to gleam with a divine luster.

The entire arena, filled with countless natives and people, was now utterly silent.

Then, those figures, like waves crashing on the shore, knelt down in unison, chanting incantations as if worshipping some incomparably majestic being.

On the stands, all the chiefs present suddenly realized what was happening.

"A warrior of a hundred races has been born today!"

"This is God's blessing! Thank God!"

Like all the natives present, they knelt on the ground with eyes filled with fanatical worship.

No one hesitated, no one questioned.

What incredible power!

What kind of power is this!

This is someone who tore a lion apart with his bare hands!

Warriors of the Hundred Tribes, true warriors of the Hundred Tribes, warriors who protect the Gango tribes, warriors of the Hundred Tribes who deserve the boundless respect of the Gango tribes!

In the arena, Zhang Yang threw the lion's carcass heavily to the ground.

The ground was instantly slammed down by the enormous force, making a loud crash.

"Sure enough, with my strength, killing a lion with my bare hands is about as easy as eating and drinking." Zhang Yang smiled, looking at his hands stained with lion blood.

From all around the stands, a cacophony of enthusiastic shouts filled the air.

Zhang Yang understood slightly.

No wonder.

No wonder the system warned me not to try to become the king of all races.

He had merely killed a lion with his bare hands, and possessed the strength of a so-called warrior of a hundred tribes, yet he had already inspired such fervor and devotion in all the natives present.

If I could truly kill a pack of lions with my bare hands and become the king of all races...

Honestly, this is truly a momentous event.

Being revered by all the peoples of Africa is no joke. Wherever he goes, being treated with the respect due to a king or even a president in any country on the Africa continent is a piece of cake. They might even line up to see him.

Do not doubt the authenticity of this matter.

He believed that he was the embodiment of a god revered by all races on earth, and that he could stop the wars that raged across Africa with just a word.

Is this kind of energy large or not?

Those kings and presidents either have to beg themselves.

It's a pity. The system must have its reasons for not allowing me to do that. I should just stay put and become this so-called warrior of a hundred tribes. At least within Gango, I can be treated with courtesy and respect by all the tribes I visit.

As for the mine...

I'll say it again.

He can't afford to expand so much at once right now; it requires investment, equipment, personnel, time, energy, and money.

Even if you gave him the mining rights to ten mines right now, he couldn't handle it all!

Take your time, take your time.

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The entrance on one side of the stands opened.

The chieftains lined up and led their people in, then stood before Zhang Yang and knelt down without warning.

"Please allow us to offer our purest respect to the new warriors of the Hundred Races."

To be honest, seeing such a group of chieftains who held the power of life and death in their respective territories bowing to him like this, Zhang Yang felt quite strange.

"You warriors of a hundred races, regardless of race? Foreigners are allowed too?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"Honorable warriors of the hundred races, you are messengers of the gods on earth, transcending race, skin color, and nationality," Chief Ubara said respectfully. "You have passed the sole test, and are therefore undoubtedly a true warrior of the hundred races, without a doubt, unique!"