Magic Martial Arts

Su Chen was awakened from his contemplation by a burst of noise, the muffled sound of whips, and the clanging sounds of handcuffs and shackles colliding with each other while walking. He looked up and saw that the 'slaves' this time were very different from the previous 'slaves'. First of all, their skin was a healthy 'black' color, and with their tall and strong bodies, they looked somewhat similar to the fitness gurus on 'Earth' in the past who put on oil paint and played in competitions.

But they were all wearing leather boots, leather skirts and small jackets, and their styles were very different from those of the Tianwu people. Su Chen knew without asking that these were captured grassland 'slaves'.

"roar~"

A roar like a wolf's howl almost resounded throughout the slave market. A group of six grassland "slaves" were seen in front, crowded under the platform but reluctant to go up.

"Pah! What are you yelling about? You damned barbarians are ignorant and only know how to howl like beasts... Hurry up and get on top of it... or I'll beat you to death..."

Of course, where there is resistance there is oppression. Regardless of whether these "slaves" on the grassland are willing or not, the whips behind them whip their "wheat-colored" skin without any emotion. In just a moment, their skin is already covered with bloodstains, but they are still "unyielding", with their pupils fixed on those who oppress and whip them. Their roars of anger and humiliation seem to be more and more frightening.

"...Hehe...now...can we be quiet?"

It was a shiny small knife, but at this moment the knife was placed on the neck of a little girl, and the man holding the knife had a ferocious smile on his face, and spoke arrogantly to the "men" on the grassland in front of him. Although he was angry, unwilling, and humiliated in his heart, even the bravest and most determined people in the world will have the things they fear the most, and the "weaknesses" they care about the most. But these men in front of him, who were as ferocious as the wolves on the grassland, "surrendered"!

This should also be a very "stubborn" little girl, who also has the "unyielding" and "perseverance" of the grassland people. Even though she is being coerced by others, she still tries hard to calm herself down. However, she is young after all, and a trace of panic in her eyes is still vaguely visible.

As if he had anticipated the situation, the knife-wielding man showed a bit of pride on his face, and he once again pressed the knife in his hand against the girl's neck. At the same time, he used his eyes to force the grassland man in front of him to continue laughing and said:

"Haha...all of you, get up there obediently, otherwise...she will die!"

There were seven people on the platform, six tall and burly prairie men and a little prairie girl about seven or eight years old. Of course, their current identity was "slaves".

"Everyone, as you can see, these are the fierce and vigorous grassland 'wolves', because each of them is a 'prairie wolf' in human form. Look at their physiques, they are majestic and powerful, with great destructive power. Each of them has the courage to fight ten people at once..."

The person who spoke was still the man who had just held the "little girl" at knifepoint. At this moment, his face was filled with a professional smile, as if everything that happened before had nothing to do with him.

"But everyone knows that although the 'barbarians' are extremely brave, they are more like wild beasts and difficult to tame. Sometimes, even if they are controlled by 'slave collars', they are not afraid of death at all! ... But because of her!"

At this point, the man paused inexplicably, pointed his right hand, and at the same time, he looked at the prairie girl again.

"If I'm not mistaken, the identity of this little girl should not be simple. We have tried many times. No matter what the circumstances, as long as we control this 'little girl' on the grassland, they will obey your orders..."

At this point, the man turned his eyes to the people in the audience, then withdrew his right hand, pointed a finger at the crowd, and then smiled and said in a strange tone:

"For only one thousand gold, you will get six strong grassland slaves and a... grassland flower that will grow up in a few years..."

Those who understand this strange tone will understand. Some things are no secret among the nobles and upper circles of the Tianwu Empire. The noble uncles play all kinds of strange things, and the noble young masters and young ladies play all kinds of fancy things. In short, they are beautiful, fun, interesting and fresh. There is nothing they can't do, except what you can't think of.

If I had to describe it in one word, it would be 'debauched'.