Battlefield

"Looks like… you ten-man squad leaders aren't convinced about me?"

After a short conversation with Brutal Thunder, Fang Yuan sneered coldly as he watched the few ten-man squad leaders surround him. "Fine… All of you can come at me together. As long as one of you can make me take a step backward, I will give up my position as the hundred-man commander."

Among barbarians, strength was equivalent to respect, and most of them were brainless muscular men. They immediately agreed. "Good!"

While some were releasing their materializations, some had already charged at him directly.

Chichi!

Fang Yuan stood still, smiling faintly.

An immense amount of Saber Qi suddenly erupted from his body, leaving bloody wounds all over these people.