As one of the several famous leaders in Harbour City, the soldiers around him had seen too many creatures dying under the axe in his hands. But now, this boss who was powerful enough for them was directly blown by Xia Zuo with one punch. Only then did he know how shock this brought them.

Xia Zuo stretched his body slightly, as he said before: With his current strength, it is easy to defeat someone, but if he wants to teach a lesson, he needs to suppress the power that is ready to move in his body, otherwise he may directly kill the other party if he is not careful.

With the release of power, the feeling of restlessness that was accumulated on the body was finally released. At this time, Xia Zuo only felt refreshed all over.

"I didn't expect that you, a thin man, would be so powerful!" Just as the scene fell silent, the Muslim's voice suddenly rang in the space, "Now, you have two choices: one is to stay here and replace him; otherwise, I will knock you down directly."

Xia Zuo glanced at him, not understanding that it was already at this time, and the other party could still say such righteous words. The next moment, Xia Zuo finally understood where his confidence came from.

A faint light gradually appeared on his body, and then gradually condensed on the surface of his body. The bloodline ability of the other party seemed very strong. Otherwise, with the wisdom of a barbarian, it would be difficult to master this power!

Xia Zuo is not unfamiliar with this energy. He once activated the energy of the stars by analyzing the bloodline. However, the increase in the power of the stars is very limited. It can be said that it does not have any substantial auxiliary effect on Xia Zuo's battle, so Xia Zuo did not take this power to heart.

His eyes glanced at him a few times, and he grabbed messages in his eyes and passed them to his body. As a knight who had experienced war, Xia Zuo did not have the habit of underestimating others, because on the battlefield, if he was not careful, he might die at the hands of an unknown soldier.

"Muslim, he is our friend!" The dwarf standing beside Xia Zuo shouted loudly at the Muslim.

The Muslim looked down at him and snorted coldly, "So what? I angered me, let alone your friends, even if you are all the dwarves, I will not let go."

"Damn it, are you provoking us dwarves?" Ika grabbed the stone hammer behind him and looked at the other party with a bad look.

The glimmer of light around the Muslim's body began to flash, and coldness appeared on her face. "It seems that I am so tolerant of you that I have forgotten your identity and that I am the king of Harbour City."

The dwarves each pulled out their weapons, and the short figures were about to rush forward. Instead, Xia Zuo patted their shoulders and comforted them.

"I have encountered many things for so long in the Black Continent. The only rule I like is: Whoever has a big fist is the rule." Xia Zuo glanced at the Muslim and snorted, "So, don't say so many useless things, just talk with your fists."

"Okay, I actually don't like talking either!"

Xia Zuo was too lazy to continue such insignificant conversations. The force burst out from his body at the same time, and his whole body rushed straight towards him.

The light on the surface of the Muslim's body burst out directly, and the figures around them were lost at the first time. Crying and scolding began to sound in the space.

However, such a surprise attack did not cause much damage to Xia Zuo. Just as the light burst out, Xia Zuo closed all his senses immediately, and his whole body twisted suddenly, clenched his fists and directly rushed towards the dazzling light.

The bursting light paused and disappeared, the Muslim figure did not retreat, and he was not injured. The skin showed a metallic light on its surface, while the fist that Xia Zuo waved was clenched tightly by his fingers like steel. Unlike the power of the stars mobilized by Xia Zuo himself, the power of the stars mobilized by the barbarians, whether in terms of power or effect, was far from comparable to that of Xia Zuo.

But Xia Zuo didn't care at this time. As his fist swung and hit him, he felt his body suddenly wake up from his sleep. A stream of vitality filled his whole body. A muffled roar came from his throat. The fist in his left hand carried light and swung towards him.

The light of stars flashed on the Muslims again, and the power of stars merged into the fist and swung them out together.

Amid the bombardment, Xia Zuo only felt that his fist was as if he was trapped in it when he attacked the ball of light. The power he emitted was gradually bound by the power filled with the light.

Two balls of light flew through the space very quickly and then collided. Then the two figures solidified in place. A crack sound came from Xia Zuo's feet, and the ground under his feet suddenly sank.

As the opponent resisted his attack, Xia Zuo did not solidify at all. The purgatory burned more and more violently, and the fighting spirit surged even more and more. A stream of information rushed into the consciousness very quickly. Roars and shouts broke out in his body. Xia Zuo immediately withdrew his fist, and his strength exploded on his body, raising a terrifying attack.

At this time, the light of stars on the Muslim's body flashed again. When the light flashed, the power of stars was nurtured in the light and began to bind Xia Zuo's body. Xia Zuo ignored the constraints of the power of stars in the space and continued to attack the light.

As the two lights collide, the light of the stars is like solidified liquid, causing clusters of ripples...

Accompanied by Xia Zuo's attack, a rumble sound rippled in the space. When hearing the figure of this sound, the onlookers only felt a wave of shock in their consciousness, as if they were standing in a storm, bearing the bombardment of thunder. Under the influence of this aftermath, the figures of the orcs retreated and avoided.

Xia Zuo let out a roar, and his fist directly hit the Muslim's body. The light of the stars began to dim at a visible speed. The figure of the barbarian was forced to retreat again under Xia Zuo's attack.

The Muslim stared at her eyes, and the redness in her entire consciousness was already appearing. The bloodline in her body was constantly burning. He would never have thought that this "skinny" would have such a terrible and rapid force that even the power gathered all over her body could not resist the opponent's attack.

The body can only be forced to retreat in his space, and under his attack, the blood in the body seems to be affected by the other party, which makes the power of the stars gradually suppressed by the thin man.

The violence in the hearts of Muslims turned into strong anger. Since he became the king of Harbor City, he had never encountered such a mess. What he thought at this moment was to tear Xia Zuo apart. Only in this way could his anger be calmed down.

The light on the surface of the body flashed again, but before he could attack, Xia Zuo rushed up again. Facing the twinkling light, the fist in his hand swung directly on the light, and the light began to dim at a visible speed. Xia Zuo's fist penetrated the bondage of the power of the stars and bombarded the Muslim's body.

The Muslim's body suddenly shook, and his figure retreated, and a large stream of blood began to vomit uncontrollably...

The burning ignited the whole body, and the swallowing message surged out of the body again. Just as the Muslims retreated, Xia Zuo's body was like instinct, directly catching up with the Muslims.

The Muslims seemed to have felt the arrival of death. At this moment, they ignored anything and followed Xia Zuo's figure and swung towards him with his fists in his hand.

When the two fists collided again, only a sound of explosion was heard. The Muslim's arm muscles broke immediately. Then the crack began to spread along the arm and towards the body. A large mass of blood mist gushed out of the body through the cracks, covering the space. Then the blood mist seemed to be summoned by some kind of force and gradually merged into Xia Zuo's body.

After pressing the blood into energy and being absorbed by the body, Xia Zuo's body produced a stronger sensation. This time, Xia Zuo forced to suppress this crazy thought with his own will, and looked at the figure who was slumped on the ground and gasping for a while.

The Muslim's body could no longer suppress the rush of blood. The blood flowed on the ground and then spread on the ground...

"I've said it a long time ago. Compared to words, strength is the most important thing!" Xia Zuo looked down at the other party, his tone full of indifference and meanness. "I said so much before, but now I've been beaten down."

A layer of blood gushed across the Muslim's face, but his whole body could not stand at all. He collapsed on the ground and kept gasping, "You won, from now on... you will be... the king of Harbour City!"

"I'm not interested in what king. I just hope you don't bother me again next time. Also, you'd better respect my friends, otherwise you won't be so lucky next time!" Xia Zuo looked back at the dwarf, "Let's go!"

Aiti followed Xia Zuo, gradually making way for a passage among the crowd, leading directly outside the harbor...

Xia Zuo heard something strange from the space and looked back at Aiti. Just under Xia Zuo's gaze, Aiti couldn't help but exclaim, "You are so amazing. I didn't expect that even the barbarian Muslims were defeated by you. No wonder you can become friends with Borot!"

Xia Zuo didn't know what strength had to do with Beorot's friend, but at this time he didn't ask too much and patted the dwarf on the shoulder, "Save some effort, we still have a long way to go!"
Chapter completed!