Cultivating With The Nine Dragons System

Barol's body crashed heavily into the ground. The ground of the Ox-head Tribe trembled violently as if there was an earthquake. A few children who had not received the blessing of the Bull Head God could not even stand stably and fell to the ground.    

The deep pit on the ground was five to six meters deep. Barol's head was buried into the ground, and only half of his body remained in the field of vision of the crowd.    

"Gulp! Gulp!"    

Some Barbarian subconsciously swallowed their saliva. Such a huge pit had indirectly proved Wang Hao's terrifying strength!    

Wang Hao landed at the edge of the deep pit with a look of disdain. He asked, "Leader, can I go on your behalf now?"    

The leader's tightly furrowed brows did not disperse. He did not understand. A guy who never showed himself and was a tribe's reserve soldier half a month ago. How could he suddenly become so powerful, even without the possession of Divine Power? They were equally matched.    

His mouth moved slightly, and he was about to open his mouth to ask a question. However, at this moment, the sound of earth cracking suddenly came from within the deep pit.    

"Pa!"    

Barol pulled out his upper body from the deep pit, and revealed his appearance.    

His current appearance could be said to be very miserable. His nose had been dented by Wang Hao's elbow strike. Blood and dirt mixed together and stuck to his face.    

Because of his anger, he opened his mouth and panted heavily. Only now did people realize that his two front teeth had also been broken in half, like a half-open window leaking wind.    

Wang Hao lowered his head and looked at Barol. He couldn't help but exclaim. The physique of Barbarian Clan was much stronger than that of humans. If it was a human warrior who suffered such a severe injury, even if he didn't die, he would lose the ability to fight.    

"Who told you that Barol lost?!"    

Barol's eyes turned red. He clenched his fists tightly, and his skin gradually turned red.    

Wang Hao was slightly shocked when he saw Barol's change. He could feel that Barol's power was increasing rapidly!    

"Could he also borrow divine power?"    

Wang Hao quickly rejected this idea. During the battle in the canyon, the leader of Evil God Tribe had once chanted before borrowing divine power. It was completely different from Barol's current situation.    

Just as Wang Hao was still puzzled, a cry of surprise came from the crowd.    

"It's the Berserk Transformation! It's the unique Berserk Transformation of the Raging Dragon Army!"    

"Berserk state? Could the rumors be true? "There is a Barbarian that seems to be in disbelief." It is said that after special training, the warriors of the Raging Dragon Army have gone through some sort of training. Warriors in a frenzied state. They will lose their minds and become a person who only knows how to kill!"    

Wang Hao stared at Barol. He quietly ignited the Golden Pupil.    

Through the Golden Pupil, Wang Hao could see that Barol's heart was beating several times faster. His blood contained a large amount of Yuan energy as it rampaged through his body.    

Wang Hao thought to himself, "This berserk state is very similar to my 'Blood Soul'. It's just that I don't know how much power it can catch up to the Blood Soul."    

"Barol, this is the tribe, stop!"    

The leader shouted, wanting to wake Barol up. The frenzied warriors of the Raging Dragon Army would become monsters that only knew how to kill. This was the tribe, the old, weak, and the young were all watching the battle!    

His warning was too late. Barol's eyes had turned red, and he could no longer hear anything.    

The sound of bones cracking was heard by everyone. Barol's originally tall body swelled up once again, and became even bigger!    

Barol's four limbs and muscles swelled up. The strength contained within it made everyone tremble in fear.    

"Barol!"    

Barol let out a loud shout and jumped out of the deep pit, charging towards Wang Hao. After going berserk, his strength and speed had increased by more than a level.    

The leader wanted to stop him, but when he saw that Barol's target was Wang Hao, he chose not to attack first. He wanted to see how strong Wang Hao really was.    

"Violent Dragon Fist!"    

Barol's fists turned into afterimages and smashed onto Wang Hao's body like a storm.    

After going berserk, Barol's strength exceeded Wang Hao's imagination. He did not have time to use martial skills and could only cross his arms in front of him to block Barol's attack.    

The huge fists landed on Wang Hao's shoulders, arms, and stomach. The dull sound of impact made the surrounding people sweat for Wang Hao.    

"Barol!"    

Barol became more and more violent as he fought. His fist speed became faster and faster. In just three breaths of time, over a thousand punches had already landed on his body.    

Wang Hao's body was like a boulder, standing firmly in the middle of the storm of fists.    

Barol's face became redder and redder, even turning purple. He suddenly stopped punching, gathering the last of his strength into his right hand.    

"Barol!"    

Barol's mad shout shook the sky and earth. He waved his fist, which had gathered all of his strength, and smashed it on Wang Hao's arm.    

"Boom!"    

This punch finally shook Wang Hao's body. Wang Hao's body crashed into a house, and his body was buried.    

Barol panted heavily. After venting his frustration, he regained some of his senses.    

He believed that Wang Hao's bones must have been shattered by his punch, and he would never be able to stand up again.    

The crowd was silent, and not even the sound of discussion could be heard. Fat Rat and the other two looked at the collapsed house with some worry.    

"Pa!"    

All of a sudden, a crisp sound was heard. The originally collapsed house exploded with a loud bang.    

Wang Hao's figure reappeared in everyone's field of vision. He patted the dust off his body. His face was calm, without a trace of pain.    

Barol's violent breathing stopped. His red eyes had returned to normal.    

"Barol... I will... kill you!"    

Wang Hao sneered. He had already understood everything he wanted to know. Now, it was his turn to be serious.    

"Blood Soul!"    

Red blood mist oozed out of his skin like a burning red flame!    

"Second Stage Madness!" A cry of alarm broke the silence, "Dressed in blood red clothes, with bright eyes, this is the performance of the Second Stage Madness!"    

"Second Stage Madness? Oh my god! Isn't that a Divine Skill that only the captain of the Raging Dragon Army can use?!"    

" Berserk has always been the secret of the Raging Dragon Army, how did he learn it... "    

When the discussion entered his ears, Wang Hao laughed in his heart, "So there are different levels to Berserk, this is even better. If the tribe leader asks about it later, I can easily explain it to him."    

Barol rushed towards Wang Hao again. He did not take a step forward, but the ground trembled slightly.    

"Barol!"    

He waved both his fists, and fist shadows like a storm appeared once again.    

Wang Hao said sarcastically, "Do you think this move will work on me?"    

After saying that, Wang Hao stretched out both of his hands and stabbed into the fist shadows with lightning speed.    

"Bang!"    

With two crisp sounds, the fist shadows that filled the sky instantly dissipated. Barol's arms were firmly grabbed by Wang Hao.    

"It's over!"    

Wang Hao raised his leg and kicked Barol's chest. Barol's body was not broken by Wang Hao after he went berserk. However, the violent impact still made him spit out blood.    

"Kacha!"    

Wang Hao shook his wrist. Barol's two arms rotated 360 degrees and twisted into a fried dough twist.    

"Roar!"    

Barol let out a painful cry, but this wasn't the end. His opponent was the Barbarian. Wang Hao, who had seen the miserable state of Little Xin's family, had no reason to forgive this race.    

Wang Hao's body bounced up high. With a slash, his heel landed heavily on Barol's head.    

"Bang!"    

Barol's huge body fell to the ground, and his entire head sank into the ground.    

Wang Hao's killing intent was aroused, and he was ready to take this opportunity to end Barol's life.    

"Stop!"    

However, what made Wang Hao feel pity was that the tribe leader had spoken. He could only disperse his killing intent and land steadily on the ground.    

Barol pulled his head out of the ground. He wanted to struggle to get up, but he fell to the ground once again. He lost consciousness.    

The tribe leader strode to Wang Hao and said, "Although the tribal competition is not limited to life and death, Barol is still a member of Raging Dragon Army. If you take his life, it will be hard to explain."    

He paused for a moment and asked, "I remember that you were only at the second level of the Earth Martial Stage, but why are you at the fourth level of the Heavenly Martial Stage now? "    

Wang Hao knew that the tribe leader would definitely question him in such a way, so he had already thought of a way to answer this question.    

"Chief, last night, in my sleep, I dreamt of Lord Bull Head God. He said that I made a heroic sacrifice for the tribe and deserved to be rewarded. He gave me a body of divine energy to help you take down the Evil God Tribe!"    

Hearing Wang Hao's explanation, the leader frowned. Gods existed, and there was no doubt about it. However, this was the first time he had heard that gods were given power through dreams.    

But if it were not for that, how did Wang Hao become so powerful overnight?    

"Senior Magus, you can verify it."    

In every tribe, those who were at the Soul Conduit realm were all Senior Magi. If what he said was true, Senior Magi could naturally verify it.    

With the help of the Tribe Warrior, Senior Magi held the Magic Staff in his hand and walked up to Wang Hao.    

Wang Hao had a smile on his face, but the hand in his sleeve had quietly opened a container.    

The container was filled with evil power, which was exactly what he had picked up from the totem to prevent the examination at this moment.    

The Senior Magus walked around Wang Hao for two weeks, then said to the leader, "I can feel the breath of the great Bull God on his body. Congratulations, leader, the great Bull God has shown himself!"    

Hearing the positive answer of the Senior Magus, the leader couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Hahaha! The heaven's will, the heaven's will! Even the Bull God is willing to help us! This time, we will definitely succeed in our crusade against the Evil God Tribe!"    

The leader looked at Wang Hao and asked with satisfaction, "What's your name?"    

"Leader, my name is Philip." In the intelligence gathering a few days ago, Fat Rat and the other two had already found out the names of the four of them who were pretending to be Barbarian.    

"Very good! Philip, I now order you to be the number one warrior of the tribe and be fully responsible for the matters regarding the attack on the Evil God Tribe. You can command all the warriors of the tribe!"    

"Thank you for your trust, leader. Philip will definitely not disappoint you!"    

Wang Hao lowered his head and thanked him. The leader did not notice the strange smile on Wang Hao's face.