Cold-blooded, calm, with resolute, unwavering eyes and muscular limbs exposed to the open air.
Every mine guard empowered by the Soldier King template was indeed a born warrior.
Faced with the chief's scrutiny, this Soldier King merely nodded without saying another word. Though the surrounding gazes were filled with provocation, he remained utterly unmoved.
"Chief Ubara, shall we make preparations and begin as soon as possible?" Zabol suggested from the side.
"Alright. Then have your man go prepare with our people." Chief Ubara nodded and glanced at the natives holding spears nearby.
Two natives stepped forward, attempting to shove the Soldier King along.
In an instant, a chilling glint flashed through the Soldier King's eyes.
Bang! Bang!
His hands clamped around their necks in an instant. With a flex of his elbows, dust burst up all around them as he slammed the two natives into the dirt.
A wave of cries rang out from the surroundings.
An unusual gleam flashed through the chief's eyes as well.
"Stop!"
His gaze swept toward the guards around them, who had been ready to make a move.
At once, no one dared move.
The Soldier King slowly rose and withdrew his hands, calm and composed, as if nothing had happened.
The two natives on the ground struggled to their feet, their dark faces flushed red. When they looked at the Soldier King again, there was fear in their eyes.
The chief slowly stepped forward, and the crowd around him immediately parted.
"I apologize for the rudeness of my tribesmen," he said solemnly. "That is not how one should treat a warrior."
"It doesn't matter. Please begin my trial as soon as possible." The Soldier King gave a slight nod, without wasting any words.
"Good!" Chief Ubara nodded.
A moment later, two guards politely escorted