Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Waves of Qi and Blood surged up like wolf smoke.

Following Karen, the Barbarian Warriors successively took the Superman Potion.

Often, the unknown instills fear in people, but once someone overcomes it, the faith of those who follow will multiply.

The Barbarian Race is one that possesses a steel will, and no cruel methods from the slave merchants can break their backbone. Even the old, weak, and women rarely succumb easily.

Karen's success was like a key, unlocking the door of belief in the unknown in their hearts, igniting their desire for strength and hope for the future.

More and more Barbarian Warriors stepped forward, some with resolute eyes, some with determined faces, yet without exception, there was no hesitation.

One batch of Superman Potion after another was consumed, and pillars of Qi and Blood shot up into the sky, transforming the entire Barbarian camp into an ocean of Qi and Blood, stirring people's hearts.

Some warriors howled in pain, their voices filled with defiance; others silently endured the intense pain within, their bodies trembling yet standing tall and straight.

In their minds echoed the scene of Karen's success, thoughts of their homeland, and hatred for their enemies, all transforming into endless strength to support their endurance of the potion's agony.

Previously hesitant warriors, seeing their comrades grit their teeth and endure, became inspired and joined in taking the potion. They encouraged each other, using the unique low growls of the Barbarian Race to convey their belief, infusing the entire camp with a spirit of resilience and determination.

Even the old, weak, and women were not idle, standing by with eyes full of concern and admiration, and some cheered for the warriors.

Though they couldn't fight like the warriors by taking the potion, their cheers still gave the warriors immense strength.

Qin Tian stood at a distance, silently watching everything, his eyes flashing with appreciation. These Barbarian Warriors demonstrated what it truly meant to have a steel will; often, a strong will is more valuable than great strength.

By morning, over 180 Barbarians had all finished taking the Superman Potion. Fortunately, everyone successfully endured the period of pain from the potion, resulting in a significant increase in combat power.

At this moment, the camp surged with Qi and Blood like a raging sea, with each warrior emanating an aura far stronger than before, even causing the air to tremble slightly from this power.

At the forefront of the crowd, only one person hadn't taken the potion—Terreda.

It wasn't because Terreda was cowardly or afraid to take the potion; rather, after over a hundred tests, they found that the stronger a person is, the greater the increase when taking the Superman Potion, but simultaneously, the pain endured would also multiply.

As the leader of the Barbarians, Terreda's strength far exceeded anyone else in the tribe. If he were to take the Superman Potion, the pain would surely be several times that of others, with the slightest slip leading to collapse from the extreme pain.

"Terreda, maybe... forget it?" a warrior, who had just taken the potion and whose aura hadn't stabilized, couldn't help but voice his concern, "You're already strong enough, there's no need to take this risk."

"That's right, better not to risk it." Others chimed in, understanding only too well the horror of the pain magnified several times.

Such pain is almost unbearable, enough to drive one to mental collapse.

Terreda raised a hand to signal silence, his deep brown eyes sweeping over faces filled with concern, then looking towards the distant, calm figure of Qin Tian, and finally settling on the totem tattoo on his chest, which shimmered faintly against his Qi and Blood, as if narrating the glory and trials of the tribe.

"I am the leader now," Terreda's voice was steady and powerful, imbued with undeniable authority, "Everyone's getting stronger, how can I fall behind?"

He turned around, walking towards Qin Tian under the worried gazes of everyone, his steps firm as a rock. Each step caused a slight tremor on the ground, a testament to the power within him inadvertently leaking out.

Qin Tian watched Terreda approach and asked, "Have you decided?"

"Yes."

Terreda nodded, his gaze falling on the Superman Potion. The crimson liquid churned in the bottle, as if impatient to clash with the power within him.

"This pain might be more terrifying than you imagine," Qin Tian warned, "If you really can't endure it, be sure to let me know promptly."

"Alright!"

Terreda picked up the potion, the bottle's temperature was astonishingly hot, yet it couldn't quench the fire in his eyes. He pulled out the cork and drank the entire Superman Potion in one gulp.

As soon as the crimson liquid hit his throat, Terreda's body jolted violently. Pain engulfed him like a tidal wave, as if thousands of giant axes were simultaneously chopping at his bones and muscles, and countless heated steel needles were piercing his soul.

"Ugh—!"

A deeply suppressed groan squeezed out from his throat. Terreda's skin turned bright red, veins bulged like dragons, and the totem tattoo on his chest flickered wildly, bursting into a blinding golden light under the torment of the pain.

The surrounding barbarians held their breath instantly, gripping their fists so tightly that their nails nearly embedded into their flesh.

They could clearly feel the surge of qi and blood within Terreda's body, sometimes erupting like a volcanic explosion, sometimes dwindling like a candle in the wind, as if it might extinguish in the next second.

Qin Tian's gaze slightly intensified, and his fingertips unconsciously tensed.

In the center of the excruciating pain, Terreda's consciousness was uncannily clear. He gritted his teeth tightly, transforming all the pain into a resolute obsession—for his people, for his homeland, for everything he failed to protect, he must endure!

The agony within continued to escalate, as though numerous volcanoes were erupting simultaneously, and every inch of his flesh screamed to be freed from the confines of his bones.

His body trembled violently, veins on his skin bulging and receding again, resembling writhing crimson snakes. Sweat mixed with blood rolled off his body, pooling at his feet, evaporating in a white mist tinged with the scent of blood.

"Roar!"

Terreda could no longer bear it, letting out a deafening roar filled with pain, yet even more so with indomitable fighting spirit.

His body suddenly expanded, muscles swelling until his clothes shredded, revealing a strong body covered in ancient totems.

The totem tattoo on his chest became incredibly bright, golden light intertwining with the crimson qi and blood, forming a unique halo.

The intertwining patterns seemed to come alive, gliding and spiraling across his skin, continuously absorbing the power of the Superman Potion, aiding him in resisting the destructive pain.

Terreda's consciousness rose and fell in the waves of agony, at times almost swallowed by darkness, but every time he saw the anxious and hopeful eyes of his tribesmen, or thought of the devastated sight of his homeland, he gathered strength anew, driving away the darkness.

He felt his will being continuously forged, becoming harder than steel.

Time passed by second by second, each one a torment for Terreda.

The surrounding barbarians watched him nervously, not daring to take a breath, their palms drenched in sweat.

Suddenly, the qi and blood in Terreda's body abruptly paused, as if reaching a breaking point. Immediately afterward, a force far more vast and fervent than before exploded from within him.

"Buzz!"

A low hum resonated, Terreda's crimson qi and blood surged skyward like boiling lava, forming an enormous pillar of light that pierced the clouds, scattering the layers in the sky.

This pillar of light was laced with dazzling golden light, a testament to the perfect fusion of the power from his chest totem tattoo and the Superman Potion.

The pain within him ebbed away like a retreating tide, replaced by an unprecedented sense of fullness and explosive power.

Terreda could clearly feel a radical transformation in his physique.

His bones became harder, able to withstand tons of force; his muscles grew tougher and more elastic, filled with explosive strength; his blood roared through his veins, sounding like the rushing of great rivers.

He slowly opened his eyes, his dark brown pupils shimmering with a daunting light, as if two flames burned within.

He moved his body slightly, joints emitting a series of crisp clicks, each movement carrying a formidable aura, making the air around him vibrate.

Terreda raised his right hand and gently punched a massive rock beside him. Without a thunderous sound, the rock turned instantly to powder, which scattered into the air.

He looked down at his hands, feeling the relentless force coursing through his body, a satisfied smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding barbarians were initially stunned, then burst into earth-shaking cheers.

Qin Tian stood in the distance, observing the spirited Terreda and the cheering barbarians, a smile appearing in his eyes.

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