Because of the translator, Yang Tian could naturally understand the young man's words.
Yang Tian didn't want to cause trouble, but he had to take care of this matter. If he didn't teach this young man a lesson, it would go against his will.
The path of the strong was about following one's heart.
The man in black iron armor in front of him, from Yang Tian's aura, was equivalent to a human Level 8 warrior. In the entire universe, he was just a quasi-Star Warrior.
"Huff ~"
The man misunderstood Yang Tian's insulting behavior and was stunned. Then he angrily took a step forward and punched at Yang Tian's head.
The fist rubbed against the air and made a sharp whistling sound.
Although this burly man had a large build and was wearing heavy black iron armor, his movements were extremely nimble and fast.
Seeing the fast fist coming, Yang Tian didn't dodge!
"Peng ~"
Yang Tian lowered his head, causing his forehead to collide with the man's fist.
Almost at the same time, a "crack" sound was heard.
"Si ~"
The man's arm was hit by Yang Tian's forehead and he was forced to take a few steps back. Suddenly, he gritted his teeth and took a deep breath.
One of his arms that was clenched into a fist was no longer able to exert strength and hung down.
Seeing that his expert guard was easily defeated by Yang Tian, the young man couldn't help but be stunned. Then he looked around as if he didn't know what to do.
When the young man was at a loss, Yang Tian flashed in front of him.
When he came back to his senses, he found that he was actually lifted up by Yang Tian.
"Uh … uh …"
The young man struggled hard, but it was no use at all.
"Don't … don't kill me …"
Seeing Yang Tian's cold eyes, the young man was horrified and kept begging for mercy.
Yang Tian didn't mean to kill this person at all. He held the young man with one hand and took out a photo from his trouser pocket with the other.
"Have you … seen … this person?" Placing the photo in front of the young man, Yang Tian asked in a not-so-fluent universal language.
It was a photo of Qin Zhengyang. In the photo, Qin Zhengyang looked like an old man. The young man looked at it seriously and shook his head. "I … have never seen him before."
Yang Tian had no choice but to put the young man down.
Then, Yang Tian turned around and walked along the broad path towards the palace-like buildings that were densely packed with Hela people.
Yang Tian knew that the ones who had the most information would always be the rulers, not the ignorant commoners.
If he went there, he would definitely be able to obtain the information he needed.
Looking at Yang Tian's back, a look of resentment appeared in the young man's eyes. He waved his hand to call over the injured black-armored man and whispered a few words in his ear.
The black-armored man endured the pain in his heart and nodded.
Soon after, the burly man disappeared into the crowd in a few flashes.
After Yang Tian left, the people who were watching the show immediately dispersed.
What happened just now would be a topic that they would talk about for a long time.
Yang Tian walked along the path very slowly. It was his first time coming to a human settlement on a foreign planet. Many things here made him very curious.
After walking out of the circle of stone houses where the commoners lived, there weren't many people on the path.
On both sides of the path that was more than ten meters wide and paved with stone slabs, there were some small stone houses. Most of these stone houses were shops.
This was a planet in the Death Starfield. Almost all the people who lived here were the descendants of exiles.
In this starfield that was sealed off by the outside world, resources were scarce. Most of the things sold in the shops were handmade trinkets, all kinds of animal skins, clothes and decorations made of animal skins, iron products, all kinds of weapons, local specialties, and so on.
The humans in this world seemed to have it harder than the humans on Earth.
"Clang … clang …"
Yang Tian walked for a few miles. From a stone house in front of him came the sound of knocking iron tools.
Outside this stone house, there was a big wind banner made of animal skins. There were no words written on it. Instead, the shape of a sword and a saber was rusted with thick black lines.
As soon as the people outside saw this wind banner, they knew that this was a shop that specialized in making weapons.
As a warrior from Earth, he was very fond of weapons. Seeing that this was a weapon shop, Yang Tian decided to go in and have a look.
Yang Tian quickened his pace and soon arrived at the door of this handmade weapon shop.
At the door of this stone house, there was a wooden weapon rack. There were many weapons on it. There were long knives, short knives, machetes, axes, hooks, spikes …
There were many kinds of weapons. However, there was only one weapon for each kind.
In the shop, there was a middle-aged man with a bare upper body and a piece of animal skin around his waist.
This person's hair was messy and his body was drenched in sweat, making him look glossy and shiny. He held a black iron hammer in his right hand and an iron clamp with a wooden handle in his left hand. He was holding a piece of red-hot iron and was constantly hammering it.
In front of this man, there was a one-meter tall stove. It was unknown what was burning in the stove. It was red and produced an extremely high temperature. Yang Tian stood outside the shop and felt the waves of heat coming from inside.
"Clang … clang …"
Yang Tian came to the door of the shop. The middle-aged man just turned his head and glanced at Yang Tian. Then, he continued with his unfinished work.
The whole shop was still filled with the monotonous knocking sound.
Yang Tian came to the weapon rack and casually picked up a long knife to look at in his hand.
This knife was about 1.2 meters long. The handle was 15 centimeters long and the blade was 7 to 8 centimeters wide. It was very heavy, at least 300 pounds.
Such a heavy knife was not something an ordinary person could use.
If one was not strong enough, it would be very difficult to wield this knife, let alone use it to fight.
"Hiss ~"
Yang Tian was very curious. Which knife was better, such a weapon or his own YT elemental alloy knife?
Seeing Yang Tian pull out a bright knife, the middle-aged man who was making weapons finally stopped.
Yang Tian held his own knife in one hand and the black knife from the weapon rack in the other. He weighed the weight of the two knives.
Through comparison, Yang Tian came to a conclusion. The density of this black weapon's material was not as high as his saber's.
However, a metal's hardness was not determined by its density. Gold was dense but very soft. Knives made of steel could cut it.
"What are you doing?"
After the middle-aged man came out of the shop, he frowned and asked.
Yang Tian smiled and said: "I want to … see if my … weapon is better, or your … weapon is better."
"Of course mine is better!
If you don't believe me, you can try! "The middle-aged man crossed his arms and said with some unwillingness.
"Then your … knife, is broken … What about it?" Yang Tian asked again.
The middle-aged man also laughed, "Of course you will pay. I didn't ask you to try."
Yang Tian was speechless. He originally wanted to try without spending money. He did not expect that the middle-aged man would not be fooled, so he could only forget about it.
Seeing Yang Tian put the knife he made back on the weapon rack, the middle-aged man shook his head, "Okay!
You can try!
If my knife is not as good as yours, you don't have to pay. "
Yang Tian laughed and took back the black knife.
"Peng ~"
Yang Tian held the knife with both hands and clashed the two knives.
The result of the collision of the two knives surprised Yang Tian because a bean-sized gap appeared on his YT elemental alloy knife. The same happened on the black knife.
In terms of strength, the two sabers were actually on par with each other!