Hearing this, Feng Chou's face darkened. Looking at the large pile of phlegm, his stomach churned and he almost vomited.
Simon's expression also became very interesting.
Everyone in the room looked at Simon with schadenfreude. Some showed it on their faces, while others hid it in the depths of their eyes.
In their eyes, the rank 4 warrior Buck was the king of this room. If the others didn't crawl at his feet, only death would await them, including small leaders like Simon.
As the leader, the reason why Barker kept a few small leaders was because they were relatively strong and made good labor force. On the other hand, it was to fight against the leaders of the other stone houses. If the overall strength of a stone house was too weak, the other stone houses would rob the strong labor force of this stone house and eventually cause this stone house to decline completely.
The Drow weren't fools. Although they treated the slaves like sheep, in reality, they had a set of effective rewards and punishments. Stone houses that did well would be rewarded with jerky every once in a while. Stone houses with the worst harvest would be collectively rewarded with extra food for the Bear Goblin.
That was why Buck roped in these small leaders. However, this didn't mean that they were on the same level as Buck.
In this place where the fist decided everything, Buck, who had the biggest fist, could decide the life and death of others, including small leaders like Simon.
Feng Chou looked at Simon. Others thought that Simon was going to be unlucky, but Feng Chou knew that the one who was courting death was the tall and strong fool opposite him.
To a professional, going from rank 4 to rank 5 was a leap across the low and middle ranks. It couldn't be mentioned in the same breath as an increase in rank.
If a warrior of the fourth rank could defeat two warriors of the third rank, then a warrior of the fifth rank could easily defeat four warriors of the fourth rank.
As long as Simon was willing, he could crush this disgusting fellow like an ant at any time.
But to Feng Chou's surprise, Simon actually took two steps back and hid behind him.
It seemed that this fellow didn't want to reveal his strength.
Feng Chou shrugged indifferently and walked towards Buck. His eyes flashed with a faint light. This fellow really disgusted him.
Seeing Feng Chou approach, Buck, who was sitting on someone else's back, pointed at the disgusting phlegm on the ground and said, "Come, eat daddy's saliva, baby. Daddy will give you something better later, haha …"
Barker looked at Feng Chou's long and slender legs that were faintly discernible from his tattered clothes as he walked. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva, as if he was completely unaware of the danger this handsome man posed.
Actually, this idiot couldn't be blamed. The strength of a beginner warrior was directly proportional to the size of their muscles. As for how great their strength was, it could be roughly determined just by looking at the muscles on their body. Only when a warrior advanced to the middle rank and produced some mysterious sublimation on the genetic level, the overall strength of the body would be improved qualitatively. At that time, a warrior's strength and size would become disproportionate.
However, Feng Chou was different. The improvement in his physical fitness wasn't due to an increase in his size. Instead, it was due to the genetic changes that the golden dragon bloodline had made to him. Therefore, his physical appearance was at most that of a second-tier warrior.
Buck didn't seem to have thought that he could be a middle rank warrior at all. Feng Chou still didn't know why, but he knew that there must be a reason. His scan didn't detect any middle rank warriors in this slave area at all. Simon was the only one, and he was hidden. This might be why Simon didn't want to expose himself.
At this moment, many thoughts flashed through Feng Chou's mind, but these thoughts didn't stop him from fiercely kicking between Buck's legs.
Although Buck's hands were placed on his thighs to block, they couldn't block the angry kick of a warrior who was close to rank 5.
In fact, Buck wasn't without vigilance. He had already guessed that Feng Chou would attack him. After all, when Feng Chou came over, his face didn't look too good. Therefore, he had already prepared his hands on his thighs to block. He even planned to grab Feng Chou's kick and twist it hard. Then he would grab Feng Chou's hair and press this newcomer's handsome face against his thick phlegm. Then he would take advantage of this opportunity to ride on his body … Just thinking about it made him excited!
The only thing he didn't expect was that Feng Chou's kick would be so fast and so powerful.
The speed of a warrior's attack was related to strength and agility. With great strength, the speed of the kick and punch would naturally be faster. With great agility, the flexibility and coordination of the body would be better, and the attack speed would naturally be faster.
Not only was Feng Chou's strength great, but his agility was also very high, so his attack speed was even comparable to a rank 5 warrior.
Of course, an ordinary rank 4 warrior wouldn't be able to block it.
How great was 37 points of strength?
It was equivalent to seven times the strength of an ordinary person on Earth!
Not to mention the most vulnerable part of the human body, even a solid wooden ball would be smashed. Therefore, this rank 4 warrior was not only smashed, but even his pubic bone was broken.
The incomparable pain made his face turn red instantly. His mouth was wide open like a dead fish, but he couldn't make a sound.
The slave who was lying under him as a stool rolled and crawled to avoid it.
Seeing that their boss was attacked, his two trusted subordinates rushed towards Feng Chou, one on the left and one on the right.
Of these two people, one of them was the Rogue who had followed Feng Chou and Simon before, and the other was a warrior who barely reached rank 1.
These two people didn't see the powerful strength shown by Feng Chou's kick at all, and they still wanted to show off in front of their boss.
In Feng Chou's view, these two people's attack was slow, and their movements were full of loopholes.
He even waited for a moment in place, then bent his legs slightly, lowered his center of gravity, and then slid to the right. His body slammed into the arms of the warrior on the right, and his right elbow slammed into his chest with the force of the sliding step.
After being hit by Feng Chou, the warrior on the right was knocked back at a faster speed as if he had been hit by a speeding motorcycle. He flew two meters horizontally and hit the wall with a bang. He paused for a moment before falling down from the wall.
After hitting the person on the right, Feng Chou used the reaction force of the collision to stomp his right foot on the ground, and his whole body bounced to the left like a spring. With this force, Feng Chou twisted his waist and threw a punch. His right fist hit the chest of the Rogue on the left like a cannonball.
The power of this punch was stronger than the elbow just now, and the Rogue was smashed into the wall three meters away like a ball.
After punching away the two people who didn't know what was going on, Feng Chou took two steps forward and walked to the front of the Level 4 warrior who was rolling on the ground in pain. He raised his fist and punched him one after another like a pile driver.
In the first few punches, Buck still had some reaction, but after a few punches, he was paralyzed on the ground, and a big hole was smashed in his strong chest.
After more than ten punches in a row, almost hitting Buck's chest to his back, Feng Chou stood up, panting slightly.
After a while, calming his breath and emotions, Feng Chou looked at the three corpses in front of him and sighed slightly.