Chapter 71 Beasts and ambitions

The guards' eyelids twitched.

They had followed Stephen for a long time, had seen the world, and were mature. They knew that Ken was reorganizing his team.

"What do you think?"

"It's cruel and skilled, like the military's methods, but the way he speaks..."

Stephen asked his subordinates to be careful with their words and actions.

Therefore, the other guard crossed his arms and looked at each other tacitly. They understood but didn't say it.

The maid standing in the corner listened to the whole conversation.

She suddenly spoke.

"Like Zhan Jing."

The guards didn't dare to respond, coughed twice, and turned back into statues.

When the hundred-object shelf was sorting out the information, there was news that Ken was the leader of a tribe in the north, suspected to be Zhan Jing.

So young, with a face from the south.

There is no evidence now, but the name "Ken Bouvier" will be highlighted, and by association, we must always pay attention to the movements of "Sandon Kaya".

In the black market, we need to master information and transform it into resources.

The maid continued to observe. She wanted to collect enough information and report back to Stephen.

[The unwilling spearman]

Ken saw the anger in his heart, the exhaustion of living, and the determination to seek revenge. All these emotions made the spearman grit his teeth and not beg for mercy.

"Come, kill... me."

"Do you have to do this?" Ken let go of his hand, squatted down, and watched the other party grab the iron sheet. "Who caused your suffering? Bandits, mercenaries, kingdom troops, hostile tribes... the Apostle of the Ice?"

When he said this word...

The fingers holding the blade tightened instantly, and blood overflowed from the gap, wrapped in dust and unable to disperse.

"Hey, you."

Ken heard a shout from behind.

He turned around and found that all the prisoners were holding the fence with their hands, and their eyes were focused here.

This group of people is indeed different. They suppressed their anger and carried blood debts. The shame of defeat and the tragic situation of family destruction did not completely distort their will.

The fence in front of him was slammed violently.

The cell was large, and the captive inside was also quite large.

Ken glanced at the number on the wall, took out the corresponding copper key and threw it over.

The captive's nose flared and he gasped. He dug his thick fingers on the ground twice before picking up the key. He stared at Ken and clumsily pried open the fence.

"Which bastard wants to buy me?"

He was a giant from a remote area in the north, with dark blue and gray skin and messy hair hanging behind his head.

"What's the point of bullying a small guy? If you can beat me in a fight, you will recruit a beast from Kulunbona. If you lose, put down the whole bunch of keys, and..."

The giant's eyes drifted to Ken's shoulder.

"Is this axe half the weight? I want it too! You are allowed to use it when fighting!"

The guard in front of the stairs breathed rapidly.

Their hearts beat fast. Here it comes, here it comes. It was the expected situation. Without the restraint of poison and spells, if they wanted to tame the team, they had to face doubts and resistance.

The audience's eyes became hot.

Ken gave up the spearman and walked towards the giant. He remained expressionless and raised his hand to take [Sheng Hun] off his back...

But what happened next was beyond everyone's expectations!

Ken swung the weapon to the lower right, then swung his arm and threw the battle axe at the opponent like a reward!

The giant shouted a swear word.

He faced the cold light of the axe, the coldness of the morning, the solemnity of the evening, and all kinds of illusions were like the heavy snow in Pallottus, pressing down on him.

Um, heavy!

The moment the battle axe fell into his palm, he felt a strange weight.

The giant half leaned down towards the axe. He tried to control it with his arm strength, but he messed up the weapon and even held it awkwardly.

Ken came to the front with steady steps.

The giant raised his weapon and chopped it, his roar was deafening, as if he was going to chop off the armor and blast the flesh and blood around...

The audience's heart tightened.

Then, they saw: the leather on the handle actually fell apart, the axe slipped, and the blade shifted strangely in the air.

The giant was powerful, but only contributed a poor blow.

The axe chopped on the floor, causing some scratches, and he even hurt his wrist by the recoil.

[Never underestimate your weapon. Dawn and dusk are made by spirit craftsmen. Their growth and uniqueness are extraordinary. They have their own pride, and not everyone can control them. ]

Ken did not wait for the giant to stand up.

The blue flame passed through the gloves and changed the color of the light plated on the prison.

The heavy punch was like a rock exposed on the frozen soil of the wilderness, hitting the second rib on the left side of the giant. Under this piece of skin was his smallest lung.

[Ancient Memory]

What was added to Ken's brain was not only muscle memory, but also combat experience, including the weaknesses of many races in the North.

The giant stared and opened his mouth, and the air rushed in his belly.

The pain made him bend down quickly, and his ugly nose whirring and flapping just hit the armor on Ken's knees. There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, blood plasma burst, and the iron block left a mark on the dark blue skin.

The giant let go of the weapon, covered his mouth and nose, and lay back.

Ken didn't wait, and pounced on the opponent's broad and solid chest and kept hammering.

He was actually under a lot of pressure. He had just upgraded his data, cooperated with the outbreak of [Battle Banner Certificate], used [Ancient Memory] to find the right time, aimed at the weakness, and bombarded with such full advantage - but didn't make the opponent faint?

The frost flowers were melting, and the magic power was limited, so he had to pursue the victory.

The giant was choking on blood foam, his mouth and nose were injured, and his lungs were in great pain. His breathing was severely hindered. Every time he opened his eyes to look for an opportunity, he could only see fists.

The shock in Ken's heart continued to accumulate.

The giant, the racial defense is too high!

He stopped while he was ahead. If he continued to fight, the opponent's life would be threatened, and it would be bad if it became a battle between trapped beasts.

"Ah, ah!"

The giant roared and wanted to get up, but saw Ken holding a weapon in his hand, blue flames covered the dark battle axe, and the blade exuded an extremely dangerous aura...

This slash will definitely not miss.

The giant thought.

"Beast," Ken said in a cold voice. "Be loyal to my ambition."

Puff, ugh.

He exhaled the blood in his nasal cavity, and announced his defeat in dejection and powerlessness.

"As you say."

Swearing allegiance is a tradition after a captive fails in a challenge.

"Kulunbona, Shenyan tribe, Gua'otidom Langzi."

The giant reported his clan and name.

He stained his fist with his own blood, bent down, and pounded the floor tiles in front of him.

[Since the employer accepted the bet of the 'commodity' and recognized the other party's dignity, he naturally had to gain loyalty and oath after the victory. ]

Usually, only people in the North would respect this rule. Employers in the South who came to buy captives often turned the "challenge" into a performance of killing chickens and monkeys.

According to the notes, Ken raised his hand and brushed the giant's rough and hard hair.

"Sandon Kaya."

He pressed the other party's head and announced in a deep voice:

"Ken Bouvier."