I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 387 King of All Clans
Cold-blooded, calm, with a firm and unwavering gaze, and muscular limbs exposed.

Every member of the mining protection team blessed by the Soldier King template is indeed a natural-born warrior.

Facing the chief's gaze, the soldier king just nodded without saying anything else. Although all the looks around him were full of provocation, he remained motionless.

"Chief Ubala, shall we get started as soon as possible?" Zabol suggested.

"Okay, then you... go with our people and prepare." Chief Ubala nodded and looked at the native who was holding a spear.

Two natives came forward and tried to push the soldier king.

In an instant, a cold light flashed in the soldier king's eyes.

Boom!

He instantly grabbed the two men's necks with both hands, and tensed his elbows. In an instant, dust flew all around, and the two natives were pressed into the dust on the ground by him.

There was a burst of exclamations all around.

There was also a gleam of something strange in the chief's eyes.

"stop!"

He looked at the guards around him who were ready to make a move.

Suddenly, no one around dared to move.

The Soldier King slowly stood up and withdrew his hand. Everything was calm and peaceful, as if nothing had just happened.

The two natives on the ground had dark but red faces as they struggled to get up, looking at the Soldier King with fear in their eyes.

The chief walked forward slowly, and the crowd around him 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 start testing me as soon as possible." The Soldier King nodded slightly without any hesitation.

"Okay!" Chief Ubala nodded.

After a moment, the two guards politely asked the King of Soldiers to prepare.

"General Zabol, shall we go to the viewing stands?" Chief Ubala invited.

"Yeah." Zabol nodded.

As the ruler of the province of Salitto, he naturally had his pride, even though the man in front of him was the chief of a large local tribe.

Similarly, Chief Ubala was always polite in front of Zabol.

At least on the surface, the two of them were in harmony.

Zhang Yang followed beside Zabol, and at least in front of outsiders, he had to play the role of advisor well.

A moment later, the so-called stand appeared.

It is simple, primitive, and full of ruggedness, just like a low-profile version of the Roman Colosseum.

There was thunderous cheering in the Colosseum.

All I saw were the local natives, chattering excitedly to each other and pointing at the Colosseum in the distance.

"The despicable person who killed our tribal warriors will be punished by God today."

"Will he be torn to pieces by the lions?"

Zhang Yang looked at Chief Ubala's calm expression and couldn't help but murmur in his heart.

How did the tribe promote this? Could it be that they promoted today's test as a revenge?
And this Chief Ubala acts as if nothing has happened. Is he bullying them because they can't understand their dialect?
Indeed, what the natives around here say is very different from what people outside say.

Even Zabol couldn't understand it.

"Chief Ubala, your people's discussion seems to be about revenge rather than a test?" Zhang Yang always liked to embarrass others.

So, they speak the tribal dialect directly.

At that moment, Chief Ubala's expression was so wonderful that it made people stare sideways.

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

"I have a good talent for languages, so I can understand it." Zhang Yang smiled and said without denying it. "Of course, I can understand it."

Isn't it just an opportunity to promote and enhance tribal cohesion and one's own prestige? He understands.

Although there are generation gaps and barriers among civilizations, the essence remains unchanged.

As a chief, Ubala was able to find the murderer who killed his own tribal warriors and arrange a fight with a lion in public. At least in the eyes of the natives of the tribe, he was indeed a very powerful chief.

As for the final result, whether it is win or lose.

If he loses, it’s his wish.

As for if he really wins, as a true warrior, he will be able to give an explanation to his people.

"Well, let's just wait and see," Chief Ubala said without explaining.

A moment later, everyone walked into the Colosseum.

At the highest point of the stands, a dozen chiefs also wearing lion robes cast their eyes over.

These are the chiefs of the surrounding tribes of all sizes.

"General Zabol, greetings."

"General Zabol."

One by one, the chiefs stood up and greeted Zabol with due respect.

This is the benefit of holding military power. Even these tribes, who have always been fierce and ferocious, have become docile and friendly.

There is never a lack of superficial harmony.

Zabol also greeted them one by one and then took a seat.

A moment later, the Colosseum was filled with huge crowds of people and shouts.

Zhang Yang drank an unknown beverage provided by the tribe and looked down leisurely.

There is a fence on each side of the huge field, and the lion will probably be released from one of the fences later.

I don't know how long it took, but one of the fences opened first.

A figure walked out from it, it was the King of Soldiers.

He held a long blade in his hand, his eyes calm, and just stood in the middle of the field, regardless of the overwhelming and unfriendly shouts around him.

Zhang Yang frowned and said nothing.

Anyway, everything depends on the results.

On the other side, several tribal chiefs were chatting with each other, seeming to be gossiping about other people's affairs.

"Lion Lion!"

"Tear him up, tear him up!"

Amid the cheers from the crowd, the fence on the other side was finally opened.

A lion, not too big in size, slowly walked out of the fence and looked around with bloodthirsty eyes.

Finally, lock onto the only object in front of you.

The calls from all around are getting louder and louder.

Amid the commotion around it, the lion became noticeably more manic, making dull noises, staring intently at the figure in front of it, and slowly circling around.

The soldier king held a spear in his hand and his eyes never left the lion.

Cats should never face their backs.

The man and the lion were testing each other and in a stalemate, as if they were looking for the other's flaws.

Finally, the lion couldn't hold back any longer.

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

It finally struck.

A roar.

It landed not far from the Soldier King.

The soldier king took the opportunity to stab him in the abdomen with his spear.

Instantly, blood spilt everywhere. "Very brave indeed!"

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

The indigenous people's understanding of death is different from that of ordinary people.

They felt that if the warriors of their tribe were killed by the weak, then their death would be worthless.

But if they die at the hands of a strong man, they would consider it an honor, and the dead tribal warrior would be blessed by the gods.

It's a great thing.

In their eyes, the survival of the fittest is the truth of all things.

The lion was injured and its ferocity was aroused, but the soldier king was unharmed. He remained calm and prepared for battle with a long blade in hand.

A few rounds down.

The sharp blade repeatedly looked for opportunities to cut wounds on the lion's back and sides.

The ground was covered with blood left by the lion.

The situation seems to be foreseeable.

Everyone in the venue was stunned, and the cheers were no longer so unbridled.

A warrior who can fight a lion, even with a weapon, deserves the respect of everyone.

"General Zabol." Chief Ubala suddenly approached.

"Please go ahead." Zabol nodded slightly.

"If the result is that your people win, can you invite your people to join our tribe and become warriors of our tribe?" Chief Ubala placed his hand lightly on his chest and said seriously.

He seemed to have foreseen the outcome.

"This..." Zabol was slightly stunned.

Zhang Yang gave him a look of agreement without leaving any trace.

Wouldn't it be nice to have a spy who is absolutely loyal to you in such a large tribe?
As for the loss of a soldier king who fights for himself?
It does not matter.

Anyway, once the mission is completed, he will have a quota of one thousand soldiers to recruit, so he won't have to worry about people at all.

"Okay." Zabol understood, pretended to be thoughtful, and then nodded.

"Great!" Chief Ubala was delighted.

The lion on the field was finally dying.

Finally, the soldier king found an opportunity and stabbed him in the neck with a sharp blade, which instantly sank him dead.

At this moment, the whole audience cheered.

This is the most instinctive respect for the Warriors, regardless of whether they are enemies or friends.

"What a pity. Ever since the passing of the warriors of the Hundred Tribes fifty years ago, there has never been anyone qualified to become a warrior of the Hundred Tribes." Off to the side, several chiefs seemed to be chatting in low voices.

"Warriors from hundreds of tribes?" Zhang Yang listened with some curiosity.

Could it be that he is a warrior shared by all races?
What are the conditions then?

"A warrior of a hundred tribes must kill a lion with his bare hands to be called a warrior of a hundred tribes." Chief Ubala was in a good mood and laughed, "Legend has it that a hundred years ago, an extremely brave warrior of a hundred tribes appeared on this land. He killed a lion with his bare hands and was revered by all tribes ever since then and was regarded as a warrior of a hundred tribes."

Zhang Yang blinked.

Ever killed a lion with your bare hands?
He was blessed by the system and was no longer a human, so he had such power. But the warriors of hundreds of tribes mentioned by Chief Ubala, as ordinary people, fighting a lion with bare hands?

seriously?
If he really has such power, it is not surprising that he is regarded as a warrior among all races.

This is the African Wu Song!

But Chief Ubala also said that it was a warrior from a hundred years ago who died fifty years ago. We don't know the exact truth, whether it was just luck or just a rumor.

"What if someone could kill a group of lions with bare hands?" Zhang Yang half-jokingly asked.

The chiefs looked at each other and started laughing.

"A group of lions! If such warriors really exist, they must be the incarnation of God on earth, the king of all tribes, worthy of being worshipped and respected by all tribes in the entire African continent!"

Hearing this, Zhang Yang fell into deep thought.

Fighting a group of lions with bare hands?
If he didn't use the No Injury Card, he would only rely on his master-level martial arts, inhuman strength, and outrageous nerve reflexes.

To be honest, he could try, but it was impossible for him to come out unscathed.

But if you use the no-injury card.

There's nothing wrong with that.

Within the range of the Invulnerable Card, the defense is invincible and the terrifying power can be output stably, so fighting a group of lions is certainly no problem.

King of all races?

Although this is only a title circulated among the tribe and a symbol of honor, it is not equated with secular power.

However, an existence revered by all African tribes, the incarnation of God? Although it is not a secular title, this title can, to some extent, ignore the rules. After all, all the African tribes stand behind him.

Most of the conflicts on the African continent are caused by ethnic and tribal disputes. If he speaks out, he can easily end the war and the conflict.

The presidents and kings of big and small African countries don't dare to say that they have such great abilities.

This is enough energy to turn the tide on the African continent.

Ding!
Warning, warning.

The system detects that the host's idea is extremely dangerous, and this approach will have huge unpredictable consequences and will cause huge changes in the world situation.

The system has no intention of restricting any behavior of the host, nor of influencing any decision of the host.

But if the host insists on doing so, the system will uncouple and look for the next host.

"This?" Zhang Yang was stunned.

It was the first time that he received such a serious reminder from the system.

All along, the system has given him the impression of being like a good father, giving him everything without asking for anything in return and providing him with all kinds of benefits.

There has never been a time like today.

"Including, taking away everything I already have?"

"The system will not change what has already happened, including everything the host owns." The system said. "But the system has the authority to decide whether to stay with the host."

Zhang Yang was silent.

It is true that the system will not deprive him of everything he has, but even so, he cannot accept the appearance of another person who also possesses the system in this world.

Of course he chose to be obedient.

After thinking about it carefully, he quite understood what the system meant.

In fact, the system has given him the right to act freely to the maximum extent, including his desire to use General Zabol to become president and thus control the Kingdom of Kongo from behind, such a major event, the system will not interfere.

However, the system also has a bottom line.

His behavior obviously seriously undermined the balance of the situation on the entire African continent and thus affected the global situation. The system obviously would not tolerate it.

"So, in that case, I can't change the world in the future, such as expanding and strengthening industries? Owning enormous wealth, or controlling a country's mining industry and influencing international non-ferrous metal prices." At this moment, Zhang Yang wanted to figure out where this bottom line was.

In the future, his strength will definitely become stronger and stronger, such as wealth, industries, mines owned, and so on.

He will change the world.

"The system allows the host to change the world step by step under certain rules, rather than having the ability to change the world situation instantly." The system gave an explanation.

Zhang Yang understood.

This degree cannot be explained in a few words, so I have to force an explanation.

It's OK to boil a frog in warm water, but pouring hot oil all at once, boiling it up in an instant, and making a mess, is definitely not OK.

Or, today he owns three mines, and tomorrow he can control the entire African mining industry. With just one word, he can change the global price of non-ferrous metals, causing world turmoil and even triggering a global war.

That definitely won’t work either.

In the end, you can be a player, but don't really turn the table over!
“Let me ask one more question. If the King of Ten Thousand Races doesn’t work, then I can get a Warrior of Hundred Races. Is that okay?” Zhang Yang asked.

"There is no problem. The behavior is reasonable and compliant, and the impact is controllable." The system gave a positive response.

(End of this chapter)