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

Chapter 388: Admiration of All Races
"That's good." Zhang Yang smiled slightly.

In fact, he had long wanted to find a public identity that would allow him to stand in the spotlight in the Republic of Kongo.

The general's advisor is one identity, but it seems to lack some weight. If he were to be given the identity of a warrior of a hundred races, it would be almost enough.

Even though the whole of Africa has entered modern civilization, the tribal civilization deeply rooted in the foundation of African civilization will always exist and still influence the development of African civilization today. In some areas, chiefs still represent absolute authority and still play a pivotal role in national politics.

If he could become a warrior of a hundred tribes, this identity would be enough for him to pass through all the large and small tribes of Kongo and be respected and admired by the hundreds of tribes.

This identity is more useful than the official identity.

In this way, he has both official and civilian identities, and his alias has been successfully mastered.

"General Zabol." Zhang Yang waved at Zabol and said something in his ear.

Although he wanted to be the warrior of all races, it was not appropriate for him to just stand out and say that he wanted to challenge a lion. That would be a bit deliberate and not smooth enough.

It’s just right to say it through Zabol’s mouth.

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

"The king of all tribes is just a myth, but it is not impossible to be a warrior of a hundred tribes." Zabol deliberately smiled in front of several chiefs.

Several chiefs looked at each other, shook their heads and laughed.

"General Zabol, although there have indeed been warriors of hundreds of races in history, they were after all figures from a hundred years ago. A true warrior of a hundred races is seldom seen in a hundred years. They are figures favored by God."

"Perhaps you have heard about the Maasai people hunting lions, and you have also heard about various rumors about humans fighting lions." Ubala said seriously, "But I want to tell you that it is impossible... The so-called lion hunting by the Maasai is just a group of people hunting with shields and spears. Even so, there is a high risk of death."

"As for the rumors of bare-handed fights with lions, those lions were either injured and dying, or they were not fighting bare-handed at all, but with guns."

“A lion is to a human boxer what a boxer is to a three-year-old child.”

They tried to use this chasm-like species gap to illustrate how rare and extremely powerful the warriors of the hundreds of races were.

"Really?" Zabol shook his head. "Coincidentally, there is a warrior around me who can kill a lion with his bare hands."

"Who is it?" The chiefs were stunned and asked in a trembling voice.

"My advisor, Mr. Zhang." Zabol pointed at Zhang Yang with a carefree smile.

The eyes of the chiefs froze as they looked at the tall figure in front of them.

Then, they all took a deep breath.

Even though they were not of the same skin color or race, they could vaguely distinguish the extraordinary temperament and aura of the person in front of them, as well as his uniqueness.

But, to kill a lion with bare hands...
Zhang Yang stood up at the right time and nodded slightly to the chiefs.

"you can?"

"I'm somewhat confident." Zhang Yang said calmly.

"Did you know that the lion that the warriors of the hundred tribes fought was an adult male lion weighing 600 kilograms? And it was hungry and in urgent need of food?"

"You know, it has to be done with bare hands in the true sense of the word?"

Zhang Yang nodded, his expression unchanged.

There was silence.

"Do you dare to give it a try?" Chief Ubala suddenly said in a deep voice, "If you really have such ability, it is a gift from God. You are the common warrior of all the Kongo tribes in the past hundred years, and you will enjoy the support of all the tribes."

Hundred Tribes is just a nickname, referring to all the tribes, big and small, in the Republic of Kongo.

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

But they were disappointed.

From beginning to end, Zhang Yang's expression was as calm as the surface of the water.

"of course can."

No one dares to joke with their own lives.

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

It's also a coincidence.

There just happened to be a lion in the animal pen of the Colosseum.

This male lion weighs about 700 to 800 kilograms, is very wild, and is in the prime of life. It is completely different from the underage lion that has been domesticated and raised in captivity since childhood in General Zabol's mansion.

The entire tribe spent a huge amount of money to capture it.

And today, as a touchstone for warriors of hundreds of races, it has finally come in handy.

If it succeeds, a warrior from all races that is rare in a century will rise.

If you lose, you will die in the lion's belly.

As the news spread, the entire Colosseum was in an uproar, and even countless people from the surrounding tribes rushed to try to witness this scene.

Later in the evening, the Colosseum was filled with people.

Everyone was looking at the field with extremely passionate and expectant eyes, waiting for the upcoming scene.

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

Zhang Yang smiled and started to change his clothes.

As a trial that originated from the African slave society and has been passed down to this day, the Trial of Warriors of a Hundred Races is filled with a certain ancient and primitive atmosphere.

In order to cater to this atmosphere, Zhang Yang naturally cannot dress too modernly.

So, he simply took off his shirt, leaving his entire upper body bare, with his entire invincible and perfect body shrouded in the scorching African sun.

Eyes from all around were cast over, filled with incomparable admiration for the body before them that symbolized strength and beauty.

"Chief Ubala, we may begin."

"Please come on stage!"

A moment later, outside the Colosseum.

Zhang Yang stood in the center of the venue, closed his eyes slightly, and waited for the upcoming trial.

No suspense.

At this moment, there wasn't even a ripple in his heart.

If he were facing a group of extremely hungry lions, he would naturally be on guard and give it his all.

But what a joke now.

It's just a lion.

But this lion will never know that what it is about to face is a martial arts master who has mastered all human martial arts, an inhuman being whose physique far exceeds that of ordinary humans and who has undergone genetic optimization.

At the same time, this inhuman being is also endowed with abnormal nerve reflex speed and various system props.

Zhang Yang felt that he didn't even need an invulnerable card. He could easily pass the test with his current strength.

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

A moment later, whistling sounds were heard all around.

It seemed that everyone was looking towards the other door.

In the distance, a group of natives were struggling to open the door of the animal pen.

Before the door opened, the faint roar of a lion coming from behind the door was already oppressive.

Just by the sound of this lion, which had not yet appeared, it was much stronger than the skinny and sick lion that the King of Soldiers had just fought. After a while, the door of the lion enclosure was finally opened completely from above by manpower.

An extremely huge figure walked out slowly, step by step, from the dark lion circle.

There was wind coming from the Colosseum under the sunshine.

An extremely huge lion with extremely thick mane stood majestically in the Colosseum.

It has extremely strong limbs, extremely sharp and murderous eyes, and the wildness and ruthlessness of a hunter. Most importantly, it is much larger than the lion that appeared earlier.
It's like comparing a strong adult man to a terminally ill teenager.

This male lion is extremely healthy and strong, and is at the prime of his life. Most importantly, he is just the right amount of hungry, making him have a strong desire for food at this moment.

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

It locked onto Zhang Yang.

Accompanied by roars and amber eyes.

The lion approached Zhang Yang step by step with the attitude of an invincible hunter, waiting for an opportunity to kill it with one shot and bite off the neck of the prey in front of it.

Zhang Yang glanced at the lion approaching him, then looked at the crowds of people around him, all with their eyes and gazes like raindrops.

I was wondering in my mind, how would I accomplish this feat?
The thought hasn't settled yet.

A fishy wind blew in my ears and the roar seemed to be very close.

As expected, the lion's brain is very simple, without so many twists and turns. Seeing Zhang Yang standing there motionless, it thought that he was frightened like the previous prey.

"Beasts are beasts!"

Zhang Yang got into the state instantly.

In an instant, the speed of nerve reflexes soared to the limit, the muscles and bones all over the body instantly vibrated, and blood rushed in the blood vessels.

The state is immediately raised to the limit.

collapse!
There was a dull thud on the ground, as if a heavy hammer had hit the ground.

Zhang Yang dodged the lion's pounce and the ground instantly collapsed with long cracks.

There was a roar of people all around.

Zhang Yang turned a deaf ear to it. He only felt that his arms were filled with tremendous strength and he just wanted to find a place to vent it completely.

Stab it!

A huge brake mark appeared on the ground, as if a speeding racing car suddenly braked.

puff!

Zhang Yang grabbed a handful of the thick, shiny lion's fur with his hands like an iron clamp, and in an instant, the lion's fur was torn into pieces.

The lion roared in pain.

The lion's head turned with its mane, its blood-red eyes and bloody mouth, as if biting subconsciously.

next second.

Crunch!Crunch!
Zhang Yang's muscles, bones, and flesh were instantly twisted into a strand, making a terrifying noise as if countless steel bars were being twisted into a strand by heavy machinery.

The next moment, a force of thousands of pounds suddenly erupted.

boom!
The huge force, all blasted in, blasted into the side! Neck! Forehead!

The internal organs turned to mud! The spine was broken inch by inch! The lion's head collapsed!

A lion weighing six or seven hundred pounds, a majestic lion, just a face-to-face encounter, a roar mixed with despair, suddenly stopped abruptly, and the whole huge lion collapsed to the ground like mud, no longer alive.

Zhang Yang dug his feet deep into the ground, suddenly bent down, and instantly thrust his arms into the lion's belly, gripping the lion's spine, and lifted up the huge lion's body like a king lifting a tripod.

Lion's blood was dripping down his perfect and invincible body.

In the sunlight, it seems to be glowing with divine luster.

The entire Colosseum, countless natives, countless people, at this moment, fell into dead silence.

Then, those figures, like waves of the sea, raised up waves one after another, and they all knelt down on the ground, muttering to themselves, as if they were worshiping some extremely majestic existence.

In the stands, all the chiefs present suddenly reacted.

"A warrior of a hundred races is born today!"

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

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

No one hesitated, no one questioned.

What a great power this is!
What power is this!
This is someone who tore a lion apart with bare hands!
The warriors of the hundred races, the real warriors of the hundred races, the warriors who protect the hundred races of Kongo, the warriors of the hundred races who deserve the infinite respect of the hundred races of Kongo!

In the Colosseum, Zhang Yang threw the lion's corpse heavily to the ground.

The ground was instantly hit by a huge force with a loud bang.

"Sure enough, with my strength, killing a lion with bare hands is about the same as eating and drinking water." Zhang Yang smiled and looked at his hands stained with lion's blood.

From all around the stands, one could hear fanatical cheers coming one after another.

Zhang Yang understood a little.

No wonder.

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

He had only killed a lion with his bare hands and possessed the strength of a warrior of a hundred tribes, but this had already made all the natives present so fanatical and pious, and so worshipful.

If I could really kill a group of lions with my bare hands, I could become the king of all tribes.

To be honest, this is really a big deal.

Being revered by all the African races is no joke. Wherever he goes, being treated with courtesy by the king or even the president of any country on the African continent is a relief. If things go wrong, they may even line up to see him.

Don't doubt the authenticity of this matter.

At that time, I was equivalent to the incarnation of the gods revered by all races on earth. The racial, ethnic and tribal wars throughout Africa could be stopped with just a few words from me.

Just tell me, is this kind of energy powerful?
Those kings and presidents either make demands on themselves or not.

It's a pity. The system must have its reasons for not allowing me to do this. I should just behave myself and become a warrior of a hundred tribes. At least in Kongo, I can be treated with courtesy and respect in all the tribes.

As for the mines...

Again.

He can't set up such a big business at the same time now. The investment, equipment and personnel all require time, energy and money.

Even if you give him the mining rights to ten mines now, he still can't finish them all!
Take your time, take your time.

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The entrance to one side of the stands opens.

A group of chiefs lined up and walked in with their men, then stood in front of Zhang Yang and knelt on the ground without any warning.

"Please allow us to pay our purest respects to the new warriors of the Hundred Races."

To be honest, seeing such a group of chiefs who held the power of life and death in their respective territories showing him such great courtesy, Zhang Yang felt really amazing.

"You warriors of hundreds of races, are there no distinctions between races? Foreigners are also allowed?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"You are the honorable warriors of the Hundred Races. You are the messengers of the gods in the world. You are not divided by race, skin color, or country." Chief Ubala said respectfully, "You have passed the only test. You are naturally the real warrior of the Hundred Races. You are undoubtedly unique!"

(End of this chapter)