Chapter 373: Section 160: The Legendary Battle, Zhao Ya vs Bi Tong
Man Zhuang walked into the hold.
It had been transformed into a temporary prison, detaining many people.
Upon seeing Man Zhuang appear, these people immediately became restless, rushing to the sides of their cages.
Man Zhuang, dragging a coarse burlap sack, now reached into the bag and pulled out dried chunks of meat.
He tossed these chunks of meat into the cages through the gaps in the bars, and the prisoners scrambled to snatch them up in an instant.
“Give me some, please give me a piece of meat.”
“I’ve been starving for a week, if I don’t eat, I’ll die.”
“Then die.” Man Zhuang’s expression was indifferent, “Those who can’t even fight for food don’t deserve to be slaves of my Barbarian tribe.”
The Barbarian tribe thrived in the harsh environment of the Frost Continent, venerating bravery and resilience. In their demanding struggle for existence, they inherently believed in the creed of survival of the fittest, the weak perishing.
Man Zhuang moved to the deepest part of the hold, throwing several pieces of dried meat into a particular cage.
There were only two prisoners in this cage. Yet, the amount of meat Man Zhuang threw in was considerably more than enough for the two of them to satisfy their hunger.
“Is it time to eat again?” A voice emerged from the shadows.
During the battle at the Sky Pillar Sea Eye, he hadn’t managed to board the Deep Sea Monster Fish and was captured by the Barbarians.
Ashen and placid, though trapped in a cage, he had weathered many hardships, commanded a ship for years, and struggled against the sea, which endowed him with a broad-minded nature.
The Rat-man swordsman picked up the dried meat, divided it in half, and handed it to his fellow prisoner: “Third Boss, time for meat.”
The inmate was none other than the bard, Feng Yao.
He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze silent.
As he sat up and ate the dried meat, he suddenly began to cry, “Wuu wuu, my Goddess, I am getting farther and farther away from Her…”
Man Zhuang let out a cold snort, showing disdain for the weeping Feng Yao.
Feng Yao didn’t care about Man Zhuang’s attitude and challenged him, “Are you not going to release us? Aren’t you afraid my boss will come to settle the score with you?”
“By now, so many days have passed, and so many people have escaped then; information about this place must’ve reached my boss.”
“You’d better release us now, or when my boss comes, it won’t be so easy to settle!”
“Firebeard… huh, I’ve already heard of his notoriety.” Man Zhuang scoffed with contempt, “But… with a lousy subordinate like you, he’s probably not that great.”
“Hey, Firebeard is my boss; I’m not his subordinate, I’m his brother!” Feng Yao shook his head, his expression turning serious.
“That’s right,” Ashen supported from the side, “Once the Boss knows what’s happening, he’ll surely come.”
Man Zhuang laughed heartily: “Then let’s wait for him!”
With that, the Barbarian Holy Domain warrior walked away leisurely.
The structure of the Barbarian ship was relatively simple; the ship Man Zhuang boarded had only three decks.
As he stepped onto the open deck, the smile on his face had vanished, replaced by solemnity and a hint of anxiety.
He looked up at the sky.
High above, a divine throne floated.
The throne, shaped like a shell, was none other than the Mei Lan throne.
However, different from before, the High Priest who once occupied the throne had been thoroughly disintegrated. Now seated upon it was a Barbarian fighter with a crow mask, grey-whiskered, hair frosted at the temples, and long black hair tied in a high ponytail.
His eyes were closed, sitting cross-legged on the Mei Lan throne, with the Legendary-level Life Breath fluttering between strong and weak.
On his left hand, there was a claw glove with distinctive features—also Legendary-level equipment.
It was the Barbarian Legend, the Cold Sky Splitter, Zhao Ya.
In the previous grand battle, the High Priest controlling the deity’s throne and the incarnated deity had entangled Zhao Ya together. But when Zhao Ya emerged as the final victor, the Justice Pirate Group had already fled without a trace.
Just as the Mei Lan’s throne seemed about to fly away, Zhao Ya immediately sat on it to suppress it.
After receiving treatment, Man Zhuang coordinated with Zhao Ya to capture all the enemies who had failed to escape in time.
Zhao Ya, while maintaining the Subspace, also immersed himself in the mysteries contained within Mei Lan’s throne.
This was a secret about the deities!
As a Legendary fighter, Zhao Ya, when faced with higher powers, was filled with envy and a desire to explore.
Of course, he had another set of public reasons, “Mei Lan deity has already fled far away, we have no means to track him. But He left behind the Mei Lan throne, if I can comprehend some of its mysteries, it’s very possible that I could discover the location of Mei Lan deity and thus track Him down.”
Man Zhuang had no choice but to agree with him.
Under Zhao Ya’s manipulation, the Subspace had begun to close up. Without Zhao Ya’s permission, even if Man Zhuang was determined, he could not break through this Subspace to return to the Main World.
“Lord Zhao Ya, it’s about time. We have been here for many days, and the information about this place must have spread widely in the outside world. We better retreat first!” Man Zhuang looked up at the throne above and shouted loudly.
Zhao Ya slightly opened his eyes, caressing the shell-like throne he sat upon, and admired from his heart, “This is indeed a deity’s throne; in just these days, I have benefited immensely. The deities are aloof with good reason.”
He looked down at Man Zhuang and said calmly, “It doesn’t matter. Although the Holy Bright Empire is overwhelmingly powerful, each deity has to occupy their place, and They have always formed confrontations in their Domains and with deities of other races. They cannot mobilize in a short time.”
“I have absorbed the mystery of the deity and improved this Combat Skill, the Subspace is now more concealed and at the same time more robust.”
“So even Legendary mages would find it difficult to break through here in a short time.”
“We have ample reaction time.”
“Just a few more days, and I should be able to barely suppress this throne and bring it back to the Frost Road.”
Zhao Ya was full of confidence.
But at that moment, a figure burst through the space wall, into the Subspace.
This person was short and stout with slight eyebrows and small eyes, but what drew the most attention was a pair of exceptionally large nostrils. He wore the uniform of a Navy admiral, his Legendary aura spreading vigorously all around.
“Admiral—Bi Tong!” Zhao Ya’s face changed as he sternly identified the comer.
Bi Tong quickly surveyed the entire Subspace, then turned his gaze to Zhao Ya, and finally focused on the Mei Lan’s throne.
“Haha, your Subspace is nothing in my eyes. Zhao Ya, hand over the Mei Lan’s throne,” Bi Tong said directly.
Zhao Ya snorted coldly, “You wish!”
Man Zhuang then yelled from the Barbarian Warship, “Quick, row the boat, get away from this battlefield.”
In a clash of Legends, Man Zhuang might be able to take part, but this Barbarian Warship and everyone on board would suffer.
Oars quickly extended from both sides of the Barbarian Warship, Zhao Ya let out a low shout, directing his Fighting Energy at Bi Tong.
The Cold Shadow giant emerged, raising a fist like a Siege Hammer, smashing towards Bi Tong.
The giant fist whipped up a gale, blowing Bi Tong’s hair backward, the cape on his body fluttering loudly.
“Interesting,” Bi Tong smiled slightly, slowly reaching his hand backward.
The next moment, the muscles in his single arm bulged as if swelling up.
He looked like he was pulling some massive object, a strained look crossing his face.
“The ship is coming!”
In the next moment, his Fighting Energy erupted, instantly forming a Teleportation Gate, and with a single arm, he pulled out his own Holy Domain Level warship, the Impact Needle.
Boom—!
The huge ship collided with the Cold Shadow giant, emitting a deafening roar.
The Cold Shadow giant was entirely shattered, while the Impact Needle remained undamaged as it continued its assault towards Zhao Ya on the throne.