The golden fist collided with the dazzling fingertips, and a loud noise erupted. A circle of air waves visible to the naked eye surged towards the surroundings, and everyone retreated in shock.
Amidst the surge of power, Mo Chen's fingers slowly began to bend.
He had a calm face before, with a confident expression on his face, but when he felt the powerful force emerging from the opponent's fist during the fight, Mo Chen's expression immediately changed.
Just when he sensed something was wrong and returned his finger to withdraw his strength, it was already too late. Zi Chen's fist was like a torment, and he bent the opponent's finger directly. With the strong force, the bent finger made a clicking sound. Being broken apart by life.
Zi Chen broke the opponent's phalanx with a punch, and then hit the opponent's fist. After a loud bang, Mo Chen's body was knocked away.
This flight was more than ten meters, but Mo Chen did not suffer any serious damage. He only had one finger stretched out as if it were boneless, and his face was gloomy and twisted.
He had previously promised to kill the opponent with one finger, but now he was careless and his phalanges were broken with a single blow.
The other barbarians around had been stunned for a long time. The outsiders claimed to be extremely powerful beings, but today, they suffered a loss at the hands of this barbarian.
Zi Chen withdrew his fist, the golden light around him shrank, and all his strength disappeared. He looked at Mo Chen in front of him and said, "You should not even have level one strength, but you can actually block my level five strength. The outsider really deserves your reputation."
The first level and the fifth level were not injured. Zi Chen's words were obviously sincere praise, but to everyone's ears, it was not the case. The praise sounded more like ridicule. Mo Chen's already gloomy face was also because of Zi Chen's words. After hearing these words, Chen became ferocious.
But before he could open his mouth and continue to speak cruel words, Zi Chen said again: "I blocked your finger, and today's matter has been revealed. So many people can testify, although there is a reason for you to underestimate the enemy." , but I’m still alive and I have to keep my word. I believe outsiders are more credible.”
Zi Chen's words were very pleasing to the ear. As an outsider, Mo Chen was given such a big hat. Naturally, he couldn't continue to cause trouble for Zi Chen. At least now, in front of so many people, he couldn't find any trouble with Zi Chen. trouble.
Mo Chen's gloomy expression slowly faded, and he stared at this barbarian who was not stupid and was even very tactful. It seemed that he was determined to suffer today's secret loss, but he was unwilling to accept it.
"I have finished studying Barbarian Technique, and I still need to find the fruit of power, so I won't disturb you anymore." After Zi Chen finished speaking, he was about to leave with Barbarian Tiger.
Mo Chen's face was still a little hesitant before, but after hearing Zi Chen's words, he made up his mind and had a plan in mind. He snorted lightly, and his face quickly became calm.
As for the previous severed finger, it quickly improved under the constant nourishment of Yuanli.
"My friend, I don't know which tribe you are from." Seeing Zi Chen about to leave, the leader of the Mu tribe suddenly asked.
Zi Chen turned his head, glanced at the leader of the Mu tribe, with a meaningful smile on his face, and said: "Wu tribe."
The leader of the Mu tribe nodded and stopped talking, but he thought about it again and remembered this tribe deeply. After turning around, Zi Chen signaled the barbarian tiger to leave.
Suddenly, an extremely noisy sound came from the distance, and then seven or eight barbarians rushed towards this direction at great speed. As they ran, they shouted repeatedly.
"It was him, he was the one who killed us Black Ink Clan people."
"Damn it, stop here."
"Young man riding a wild tiger, stop."
The people who came were from the Black Ink Clan, and there were eight of them. Except for six of them, they were fifth-level warriors, and the other two were sixth-level warriors.
They came in two groups before, and the group of six walked faster. Unexpectedly, they suffered a big loss, so they met up with the sixth-level warriors and prepared to find the place.
"The leader, it's him, that guy's barbarian tiger, who killed Mo Li in one blow." On the way, a barbarian pointed at Zi Chen and shouted loudly.
Zi Chen had already stopped, looking at the arriving Mo clan people, his dull expression slowly turned gloomy. It seemed that it was not a good time to travel today, and there would always be trouble coming to the door.
The Black Ink Clan people came, and two sixth-level warriors walked in front. The one who was the leader was obviously surprised when he saw the Wood Clan people. He nodded to the Wood Clan leader, obviously saying hello, and then his eyes fell. There was a hint of curiosity and fear in the outsider's eyes, but he didn't stop for much, and his eyes fell on Zi Chen.
Zi Chen looks younger and is shorter than an adult barbarian. He can be considered a young barbarian.
"Brother Mu, I'm going to deal with some things, and I'll catch up with you later." When passing by the leader of the Mu tribe, the leader of the Mo tribe cupped his fists and spoke.
The leader of the Wood Clan nodded and didn't say much, but after a group of Black Ink Clan barbarians walked by, his expression became weird.
Not only him, but also the other barbarians around him had strange expressions on their faces when they saw that these eight people wanted to cause trouble for the barbarians riding the barbarian tigers.
Even the powerful Wood Clan and outsiders have suffered hidden losses at the hands of each other. They don't understand how these Mo Clan people can regain their position with only two level six barbarians. But don't forget, they still have a Only a level six wild tiger.
The eight people of the Black Ink Clan did not stop and walked directly towards Zi Chen. In the middle of the way, no blind people came out to ask for the beast essence and blood, and the eight barbarians also looked confident, so they did not move forward in a straight line. Noticed the strange expressions behind them.
While advancing, the leader of the Mo clan glanced at Zi Chen and asked, "You were the one who killed Mo Li."
"It's me, what do you want?" Zi Chen looked at the other party indifferently.
"Sure enough, he is a terrible young man. He kills people and is so arrogant." A cold light flashed in the eyes of the leader of the Black Ink Clan.
There are eight people on their side, two level six warriors, and six level five warriors. Even if one person and one beast on the opposite side are both level six, they can still deal with them. Even if they can't deal with them, they can at least be invincible.
It is with this idea in mind that the Black Ink Clan is ready to come and regain the situation.
Just as they were talking, the eight people had dispersed. The leader of the Black Ink Clan was facing Zi Chen, and the other seven were on the side, ready to attack the barbarian tiger at any time.
Zi Chen's voice was even colder: "You are here to cause trouble."
The leader of the Black Ink Clan corrected him seriously: "I'm here to ask for an explanation."
"Okay then." Zi Chen nodded, then jumped off the back of the barbarian tiger, looked at the barbarian tiger and said, "Did you see, they have already assigned them. I will shoot one, and you will shoot seven."
The barbarian tiger roared, seemingly extremely dissatisfied with this allocation.
"Okay, let's fight it quickly. Don't you feel uncomfortable being watched like a monkey show?" Zi Chen said with some impatience.
Being ignored like this, the people of the Black Ink Clan were furious, especially the leader of the Black Ink Clan, who shouted loudly and wanted to signal everyone to start a fight.
But before he could shout, Zi Chen had already moved. Just like before, Zi Chen stepped forward, golden light surged around his body, the fusion of barbaric skills reappeared, and the terrifying fist power surged.
On the other side, the barbaric tiger also pounced on the only sixth-level warrior among the seven.
The battle happened instantly, and just when some thoughtful barbarians were wondering how long the Black Ink people could hold on, one of the two battles was over.
I saw the leader of the Black Ink Clan being punched on the chin by Zi Chen, and the strong force directly knocked the opponent away. On the way, several big teeth mixed with fresh blood spurted out from the opponent's mouth.
This scene is very similar to the previous one. The only difference is that the one Zi Chen knocked away with such a blow was a level five warrior, but now the one he knocked away was a level six warrior.
There was one hit difference between level 5 and level 6, but under Zi Chen's punch, there seemed to be no difference.
The battle on Zi Chen's side was almost over. The barbarian tiger on the other side also tried its best to knock back the sixth-level warriors with one blow. Then, under the tiger's claws, the other six fifth-level warriors were also shot one by one. fly.
During the flight, two people were shot to death by the wild tiger because they were too weak.
This is the difference in level. For Zi Chen, level never represents combat power because he has a perfect body, but for other barbarians, level means combat power.
There is no problem at all for a level 6 barbarian tiger to kill ordinary level 5 barbarians, not to mention that the barbarian tiger is not an ordinary barbarian tiger, it is a barbarian tiger that has swallowed monkey fruit and refined the essence and blood of ancient beasts.
The battle started so happily and ended so happily. Most of the people around were still in shock and did not react. Zi Chen was already sitting on the back of the wild tiger. When he left, he said to the leader of the Black Ink Clan who looked shocked: "What do you mean by this? Are you satisfied?"
After saying that, without waiting for the leader of the Black Ink Clan to answer, the barbaric tiger had already walked away, leaving behind a group of stunned people.
"Interesting little guy, but he only has level five strength, so even if he is extraordinary, it is nothing more than that."
Just when everyone was shocked by Zi Chen's fighting prowess, Mo Chen, an outsider, had a faint smile on his face.
The leader of the Mu tribe sighed and said: "It seems that we are right to be fully prepared. We have discovered such an alternative before heading to the Yunwu Mountains. It seems that this battle for the power fruit is not for ordinary people like us. able to participate.”
After saying a few words to comfort the leader of the Black Ink Clan, the Mu Clan people set off, and before setting off, the outsider Mo Chen took the lead in flying in the sky.
When he flew above Zi Chen's head, he suddenly stopped and said to Zi Chen below: "Little guy, I hope you can come back alive."
Zi Chen raised his head, looked at Mo Chen, and said, "I also wish you many fruits of power."
Mo Chen snorted and sped away, so he didn't hear what Zi Chen said next.
Not long after walking forward, Zi Chen saw the three people from Hei Ya. After nodding at the three of them, the group set off on the road again.
In the team that snatched the power fruit, there was not only an outsider, but also a powerful barbarian, which made the Black Ink Clan lose confidence.
However, the Power Fruit has not appeared for thousands of years. Once obtained, it will mean the reappearance of a sixth-level warrior in the clan, so after gritting their teeth, they continued to move forward.
Less than half the distance, Zi Chen traveled all day and night to reach the Yunwu Mountains.