Chapter 39: Infrastructure: The Power of the "Son of God" [VIP]

"future--"

Xiao Yun paused, then said firmly, "I will bring a brand new future to the dense forest."

"What kind of future?"

The sage's eyes sparkled, and his voice was deep and full of excitement.

"As I said before, bringing you back to the civilized world after being separated for six thousand years is the mission entrusted to the Holy Family by God. I will do my best to lead you out of the dense forest and, together with you, find a way to coexist peacefully with the rest of the world."

"I will teach you how to farm and raise livestock, and build houses with stone, so that you can live a more stable and secure life. I will incorporate your young and strong men into my army, and help you gain citizenship, titles, and respect in the empire through meritorious service on the battlefield. I also plan to personally travel to Kukuchia and redeem all the jungle tribes who have been sold there through various channels over the past ten years and bring them back to Gaola..."

[What did you say? You plan to go to Kukuchia and bring all our people back?!]

The Sioux people were very excited.

The sage said nothing, but his gleaming eyes under his messy eyebrows stared at Xiao Yun intently, making Xiao Yun feel a little uncomfortable.

The Semitic people, led by Habib, exchanged glances repeatedly, their focus always on Xiao Yun.

Xiao Yun took a breath and made a solemn promise:

"I, Lucien d'Al-Saintes, do hereby solemnly swear in the name of the Holy Family—"

"As the 'Son of God,' I will lead the tribes of the jungle out of the jungle and back to the civilized world!"

"As the 'Grand Marquis of Gaola', I will grant legal citizenship to all the tribes of the jungle and promise them a better future!"

"I will also travel to Kukuchia to bring back all the jungle tribes who have been trafficked to the coastal areas in the past decade and help them reunite with their families!"

[Son of the Holy One!]

[Follow the Son of God!]

[destiny--]

[Quiet! ]

The sage suddenly spoke, interrupting the Sioux people's cheers.

"The texts prophesy that once the earthly sanctuary is completed, the 'Son of God' will follow the divine guidance and launch a war to end all wars, forever ridding the world of curses, suffering, and war. In other words, the 'Son of God' possesses a power rivaling that of myth. Despite his slender and delicate appearance, he will easily defeat the strongest and tallest Semitic warrior!"

The sage's steady tone was like the calm before the storm.

(As expected of a Semitic sage, with just a few words he created a situation that favored the Semitic race regardless of the outcome.)

Xiao Yun secretly admired him.

Then—

"Lord Gaura from the capital, are you willing to accept the challenge of the Semitic warrior Habi'er?"

Xiao Yun nodded.

During the six months in the royal capital, he studied eagerly every day and received careful instruction from many masters including the "Grassland Black Eagle" Kairusha. He also mastered various skills and methods tailored for him by Yaris, and possessed a powerful strength that was completely inconsistent with his slender appearance.

He also has system protection and is not afraid of taking Habib's punches head-on.

[Habbi, are you willing to duel with the Grand Marquis of Gola, who calls himself the "Son of the Saint"?]

The sage asked Habib again.

Habib smiled contemptuously.

In his eyes, who was two meters and two inches tall, with muscles as hard as rock all over his body, and who trained himself by fighting wild beasts every day, the Marquis of Gola, who was one meter and eighty-one inches tall, with a body more slender than the pointed-eared people of the Ya people, and who grew up in a comfortable and luxurious palace, was as weak and pitiful as a small tree in the wind.

[Don't worry, I will show mercy and not let the Marquis of Gaura get hurt.]

"If both parties have no objection, then get ready—start!"

[Come on!]

Habib provoked with ease.

He felt that it was extremely disgraceful to initiate an attack on such a weak opponent as the Marquis of Gaura.

[With your physique, as long as you can knock me back two steps, you win!]

"Master, let me and this guy——"

Munger couldn't stand it anymore and volunteered.

Xiao Yun raised his hand to stop Monger. He calmly examined the gap between himself and his opponent, while thinking about how to use the system to offset the terrifying impact of the opponent's arm strength and weight while knocking him down.

(If I were unfortunate enough to be grabbed by these arms, even with the system protecting me from a broken neck and spine, it would be almost impossible to break free from his control!)

(The only way to win is to be fast! Faster than his reaction speed!)

(Before he can react--)

Xiao Yun, convinced that a fight would only lead to his inevitable defeat, began to move and go around behind Habib.

Habier thought he saw through Xiao Yun's plan, sneered, and walked to the center of the venue.

[Great Marquis Gaola, your body, as frail as a flower, how could you possibly shake me, who is harder than rock! I'm standing right here, waiting for you to attack from behind!]

The Semitic warriors burst into laughter.

The knights, led by Munger and Lance, had their eyes wide open, wishing they could rush up and beat up this arrogant barbarian!

Xiao Yun was still circling around.

The harpy walked behind Habib and jumped towards Habib.

Habier turned around without hesitation and stretched out his arms, attacking Xiao Yun who was attacking from behind like an eagle catching a chick. He intended to grab the opponent's ankle and lift him upside down to humiliate him.

!

The moment Habia stretched out his big hand that was more than 20 centimeters long, Xiao Yun immediately swung out his long whip, wrapped it around Habia's arm, and used Habia's strong and powerful arm as a force point, dragging the long whip around behind Habia and kicking Habia's shoulder blade!

[Seeking death!]

Habib was furious and grabbed the long whip wrapped around his arm with his backhand, wanting to whip him!

result--

Xiao Yun let go of the whip!

The whip handle hit Habib's face due to inertia.

[Shameless!]

Habib roared and rushed towards Xiao Yunzhu!

This time, Xiao Yun did not dodge. At the critical moment when Habia's arms were about to lock him, he suddenly lowered his body, bent down, supported himself with his hands on the ground as a fulcrum, and kicked towards Habia with his legs.

"Sorry, I have reasons why I can't lose!"

…

Oh my god!

[With such a small and frail body, he's managed to hold on until now without suffering any loss!]

[This is incredible! Is this the wisdom and courage of the Son of God?]

[No, it's not just wisdom and courage, he has great strength!]

[Yes, someone with a weak body wouldn't be able to fight Habib without getting hurt! Although he's agile, he's also—ooooh!]

[Wow! ]

The discussion suddenly stopped, and the Shem and Sioux tribes cheered in admiration!

[Habia was thrown out! He actually threw Habia out! Even though he kicked Habia out with his legs!]

Habier, who was kicked out by Xiao Yun using the technique of leveraging the opponent's force, slid along the ground for five or six meters before he could barely stop. His ribs in chest ached slightly, and he fell to the ground with a mouthful of mud.

Winning or losing is secondary. Losing face in public like this—

Habia wished he could cut Xiao Yun into pieces!

He roared angrily, propped himself up, and pounced on Xiao Yun.

[Aim! Face my wrath head on!]

“Not interested!”

Xiao Yun knew that he was no match for Habia in terms of strength, so he refused to confront Habia head-on and dodged left and right with his flexible body.

Habib had no choice but to move closer step by step, constantly compressing Xiao Yun's range of movement.

[Stop! Don't run!]

The warlike Semitic warriors followed suit and shouted wildly.

They originally thought that Xiao Yun would be defeated in a few moves against Habia, but the development of the battle was completely beyond their expectations. Habia's repeated setbacks made them lose face, and at the same time they could faintly hear the grand symphony of fate.

[Tear him apart! Crush him!]

[It’s getting dark, hurry up and defeat him!]

[Harbia! Harbia!]

Habia was in a difficult situation at this point.

As the leader of the Shan tribe and the strongest warrior in the tribe, his dignity does not allow him to lose this competition in front of his compatriots. However, Xiao Yun's agile movements like a small tree swaying in the wind are now madly consuming his patience and attention. Although his expression remains calm and full of oppression, anxiety and uneasiness inevitably appear in the depths of his eyes.

Xiao Yun saw through his anxiety. While dealing with the pressing Habia, he pretended to glance casually at a big tree not far behind him, as if someone very important to him was standing next to the tree trunk.

(Huh? What is he looking at!)

Habib was misled by Xiao Yun's little action and followed Xiao Yun's gaze to look at the big tree. This momentary flaw caused the situation to take a sharp turn for the worse and became the key to determining victory or defeat!

[Ah ...

Accompanied by the screams of many Semitic warriors, Xiao Yun rushed towards Habib, hugged Habib's waist tightly with both hands, and rammed his head into his lower abdomen, actually trying to -

Is he crazy?

[How could such a small body possibly knock down Harbia!]

[He will definitely be grabbed by the legs by Habib and thrown to the ground!]

[So pitiful——huh?!]

The audience burst into huge cheers!

They couldn't believe that the Great Marquis Gola, who was as slender and weak as a small tree, could actually lift up Habia's huge body that was as strong as a rock and weighed more than 200 kilograms!

Even though the lifting action only lasted for a short moment!

but--

What happened next was——

After Habib was hugged by the waist from the front by the Great Marquis Gola and lifted up, he was thrown to the ground by the Great Marquis Gola again!

It wasn't exhaustion that caused the body to fall to the ground!

Instead, he used himself as a fulcrum, lifted Habib's body high and threw it out, rolling 260 degrees and 150 degrees in the air before landing on the ground with his back!

He! Actually! Defeated Habib with his strength!

For a moment, the whole place was silent. The only sounds were the heavy breathing of Marquis Gola, who knelt on one knee due to exhaustion after defeating Habia, and Habia, who lay on the ground for a long time unable to move after being defeated.

But soon, the crowd burst into cheers!

[“Son of the Holy Spirit”! This is the power of “Son of the Holy Spirit”!]

[The gods gave him great power!]

[Ahhh——]

Suddenly, the whole world was quiet, as if everything around was frozen, condensed into an indescribable extreme silence mixed with awe and horror.