91: Chapter 91 Shattering the Boulder

At this moment, Wang Sheng was wearing a suit of white Savage Beast leather armor, the shoulder and forearm guards shimmering with a faint golden light. It was a light combat armor rushed out by the Weapon Refinement Workshop.

Rune Forgemaster Xu Mohan had embedded dark iron rune arrays into the shoulder guards, which emitted a golden glimmer when activated by the Power of Holy Light.

The Shield of Light on his left hand was like a flowing golden mirror, while his right hand hung naturally, golden light circulating slowly between his fingers as naturally as breathing.

His pace was not fast, but every step was as steady as a boulder at the bottom of the Lingxi River.

Murong Xue was behind him to his right.

The silver armor of the Holy Light Knight was like a flowing silver mirror in the midday sun. Today's silver armor was an upgraded version.

The dark iron rune arrays and the Ink-scaled Python skin lining elevated the quality of the armor far beyond its previous level.

Between the silver armor plates, golden rune patterns were faintly visible, resembling stars in the Milky Way.

Her brown ponytail was tied high, appearing like a small flag in the wind, revealing her slender neck and firm jawline.

The Holy Light Spear was carried horizontally at her waist, the silver holy light at the tip resembling a cold star, so sharp that one dared not look directly at it.

The silver armor clung to her tall, fit figure. The shoulder guards were slightly wider than before, accentuating her upright shoulder line;

The curves of the breastplate fit precisely, outlining a full and upright silhouette like silver mountains;

The waist armor narrowed, accentuating her slender waist like a silver willow branch;

The leg armor clung to her long, powerful legs, every curve appearing custom-made.

She was a silver spear under the blazing sun—dashing, upright, and heroic. Walking in the square, everyone's gaze was involuntarily focused on her.

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan was behind him to his left. The dark blue narrow-sleeved robe of the Heavenly Strategist was professional and neat. Her beautiful eyes were like the deep starry sky, and a faint smile played at the corners of her lips—a composure of "everything is under control."

Xiao Yuqing and White Deer were at the very back. The eyes of the Rainstorm Archer and the Deer Spirit Archer scanned the surroundings constantly; one as sharp as an eagle, the other as agile as a deer.

The moment Wang Sheng stepped onto the square, the entire venue fell silent for half a breath.

It was not because of his combat power—a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior was not considered top-tier in the Central Wasteland Region.

It was because of who was behind him.

Murong Xue, Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan, Xiao Yuqing, and White Deer—four women, four types of beauty: dashing, intelligent, neat, and agile.

The tribal men of the Central Wasteland Region had seen women; women were everywhere on the Savage Continent.

But they had never seen women like these. Each one was like a masterpiece that shouldn't exist on the Savage Continent, beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble, yet strong enough that one dared not approach.

More importantly, the gazes of all four women were not looking elsewhere, but were all focused on the same person.

The young man in white armor and golden light.

"Guangming Village," the elderly merchant of the Elf Race beside the gong paused slightly, then revealed a meaningful smile,

"Wang Sheng, please be seated."

Wang Sheng walked toward the middle circle of stone seats. He did not have the qualifications to sit in the innermost circle; that was exclusive to the three major tribes.

But his posture as he walked suggested that the innermost circle had always been his place.

Chief Shi Ba watched him walk over, a hint of playfulness flashing in his earthy-yellow eyes, like a hunter scrutinizing a rabbit that had walked into the trap.

Then his gaze moved past Wang Sheng's shoulder and landed on Murong Xue.

The moment his muddy, earthy-yellow eyes touched Murong Xue, it was as if a light had burst from the stone—not a light of appreciation, not a light of admiration,

But naked, unmasked greed.

His gaze slid from the shoulder line of Murong Xue's silver armor to the silhouette outlined by the breastplate, then from the curve of the narrowed waist armor to the long legs wrapped in leg armor.

That gaze was like a beast scrutinizing its prey—vulgar, presumptuous, making one want to stab his eyes out with a spear.

"Ho," Chief Shi Ba let out a vulgar exclamation, loud enough for the entire square to hear,

"Guangming Village, I've heard that your village is full of women, and you are the only man."

Low laughter erupted from around them. Some chieftains of small tribes showed expressions of watching a good show, while others were quietly eyeing Murong Xue's figure.

Wang Sheng did not speak. But the golden light between his fingers suddenly brightened by a degree, like a suppressed flame suddenly licking the air.

Chief Shi Ba continued, his voice even more presumptuous: "Over a hundred people, and you are the only man. How do you manage them?"

His gaze landed on Murong Xue again, grinding inch by inch over the curves outlined by the silver armor,

"How about this, give me that silver-armored woman beside you. I guarantee I will 'take good care' of her."

"BOOM!"

The entire venue erupted.

Murong Xue's Holy Light Spear instantly unsheathed, the silver holy light at the tip burning like a raging fire.

Her brown eyes were like ignited silver flames, her pupils reflecting the vulgar face of Chief Shi Ba.

"What… did you say?"

Her voice was no longer her usual dashing tone, but hoarse from being scorched by anger.

Silver holy light surged around her, like boiling silver magma. Her reason told her she couldn't act—the peace barrier did not allow it—but her body had already reacted, the tip of her spear pointing directly at Chief Shi Ba.

Chief Shi Ba sneered.

He didn't even look at the tip of Murong Xue's spear, just tilted his chin at Wang Sheng, as if dismissing a dog.

"Chieftain, if you know what's good for you, share a few of the women from your village with me.

My Black Stone Tribe can shield you. Otherwise," he raised his fist, the stone skin on his fist glowing with a grayish-brown light like rock, the brute force of a Warrior Tier 6 pressing down like a mountain,

"Otherwise, I can crush your little village into powder at any time."

The whole place fell silent.

All eyes focused on Wang Sheng.

Some felt sympathy, some schadenfreude, some were watching, but more were waiting to see:

How would this Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior young chieftain respond to the Warrior Tier 6 Chief Shi Ba?

Kneel? Beg for mercy?

Or…

Wang Sheng walked toward Chief Shi Ba step by step.

With every step, the Power of Holy Light on him brightened by a degree.

Golden light spread from his fist to his wrist, to his elbow, to his shoulder,

As if the sun were rising bit by bit within his body, every inch of his skin being bathed in golden light.

The air within three feet of him began to vibrate slightly, as if squeezed to the limit by an invisible force.

He walked up to Chief Shi Ba.

He looked up, staring at the Black Stone Tribe chief who was thirty centimeters taller than him.

"You just said, you want to take my woman?"

His voice was calm.

Like a bottomless lake, but everyone could feel that beneath that lake was an undercurrent capable of overturning mountains.

It was not an angry roar, not a bluffing bellow, but something deeper than anger, more terrifying than a roar—

It was certainty.

It was a rock-solid certainty of "I will definitely crush you."

Chief Shi Ba sneered, "What, not convinced?"

He raised his hand and pointed to the three-person-high boulder at the edge of the square, the grayish-brown rock wall with a rough surface, like a small hill.

Three days ago, he had left a crack on this boulder, extending from the top to the middle, about one person long. Fine stone powder from the crack still remained on the surface.

"See that stone? I left a crack on it three days ago," Chief Shi Ba raised his fist, the stone skin as hard as rock in the sun,

"With one punch, I can crack it. The brute force of a Warrior Tier 6,"

He stepped closer, the aura of a Warrior Tier 6 pressing down like substance, as if standing under a cliff about to collapse,

"You, a Rank 4 Barbarian Warrior, what do you have to fight me with?"

Wang Sheng turned around.

He walked toward that boulder.

The crowd was in an uproar. What was he going to do?

Murong Xue gripped her spear, her knuckles turning white from the force, her brown eyes full of worry.

She didn't know what Wang Sheng was going to do, but her intuition told her he would not back down.

Heavenly Strategist Shangguan Xuan's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, the "everything is under control" smile on her lips vanished, replaced by an extremely serious scrutiny,

Like a chess player seeing a move on the board that exceeded their calculations.

Xiao Yuqing's hand was already on her bowstring, and the beast pupils in White Deer's golden eyes contracted into vertical lines. They were all waiting, waiting for the worst possibility.

Wang Sheng stood in front of the boulder.

The three-person-high grayish-brown rock wall had a rough, iron-like surface, with the crack Chief Shi Ba had left on it, resembling a mocking scar.

This stone was not ordinary Savage Continent rock; its hardness far exceeded the norm. The fact that all the brute force of Chief Shi Ba, a Warrior Tier 6, could only leave a crack on it was proof enough.

Wang Sheng extended his right hand.

A fist.

Power of Holy Light, fully channeled.

Golden light erupted from his fist like a fountain—not the coarseness of brute force, but the purity of holy light.

The light spilled from between his fingers, radiated from every inch of the skin on his fist, as if a golden sun were taking shape within his fist.

The light grew brighter and brighter, more and more scorching, as if another day had been layered upon the day. Everyone in the square subconsciously squinted their eyes.

"Wang Sheng…!" Murong Xue's voice was filled with worry. She took half a step forward, the runes on her silver armor flickering slightly under the agitation of the Power of Holy Light.

Wang Sheng did not look back.

His gaze was only on that boulder, like a hunter looking at prey, like a blade looking at its target.

And then…

He threw his punch.

"Holy… Light… Slash…!"