Chapter 25: The Fierce Battle of the Power-Downed Berserker

  With a group of slaves, we returned to Bao Da's private mansion.

  "Fall in!" Kolo bellowed at the disheveled slaves, ordering them to stand at attention in the courtyard. Having been through battles, I didn't have his commanding presence. The slaves quickly fell into line under his intimidation, except for that Voralian man. The tall man looked at us with disdain, ignoring Kolo's thunderous command.

  "You disobedient bastard!" Pajet was furious, and with one swift kick, he sent him tumbling to the ground. The stubborn warrior quickly sprang back up, his eyes blazing with anger as he glared at Pajet.

  Pajett was looked at by this tall and strong man, feeling a bit uncomfortable, and kicked again. Unexpectedly, just as his foot was about to kick the Vollian's body, his right hand quickly stretched out, grabbed Pajett's ankle, and pulled him with force, making Pajett's body shake violently, almost falling down. At the same time, his left hand reached for the short sword at Pajett's waist.

  After all, he was an excellent warrior who had experienced many battles. Padgett immediately reacted from the sudden attack. He let out a loud shout and struck the Berserker's face with his right hand, while his captured foot struggled to break free from the Berserker's grasp.

  With a loud crash, the berserker was knocked flying by this punch and heavily slammed to the ground. However, his willpower was strong enough that he stood up again. His face, which had been fiercely punched, was already bleeding profusely, but those eyes still full of fighting spirit indicated that he had not surrendered at all.

  "Damn it!" The infuriated Pajet swung his fist again, wanting to hit him, but his fist was halfway out when it was abruptly stopped by a hand that didn't look very strong.

  "That's enough! Paget, let me do it." I waved Paget back. Seeing that I was blocking his way, Paget reluctantly spat on the ground and sulkily backed off.

  I turned around and looked at this stubborn warrior standing in front of me with interest, smiling and saying: "How can you be willing to surrender to me?"

  He straightened his body and said loudly: "Our Wolar warriors have always only obeyed the strong, but you despicable guys actually drugged me, insulting my warrior's honor, I will never yield!"

  It turns out that he would only listen after being beaten up, I ordered someone to bring over the antidote and handed it to him. He looked at me suspiciously, then tilted his head back and downed the bottle of antidote in one gulp.

  He carelessly threw away the empty bottle and curiously asked me, "You actually gave me an antidote. Don't you worry that I'll kill everyone here?"

  I smiled faintly: "Stop talking nonsense and hurry up to recover your strength! If you can defeat me, I'll restore your freedom!"

  "Haha" The mad warrior's mouth cracked open, bursting into laughter: "Defeat you? That's far too simple. Hahaha, seeing how generous you are in restoring my freedom, I - Sabi Village's strongest warrior, Nab, will spare your life!

  "Hmph, he's quite arrogant. I couldn't help but think of Sam, the Berserker who I killed at the Mosang Palace, and wonder which one of them is stronger."

  "Hey, do you have any meat to eat here? I've been starving for a long time, and if I don't eat something, I won't have the energy." The Berserker, Na Ba, said to me, treating me like some kind of philanthropist. If it were someone else, would they give him the chance to recover his strength? They'd just beat him up with a good scolding. However, in order to make him surrender willingly, I still instructed the kitchen to send over a large pile of roasted meat.

  I don't know if it's because he was starving for too long, or if the Berserker is just born this way, but his eating style is like a starving ghost reincarnated. He gnawed on a huge leg of lamb and in just two or three bites, only bones were left, then he grabbed another one and started biting into it. Even Lievman, who can usually eat a lot, was stunned by the sight of him eating.

  Finally, after swallowing the whole sheep in his huge bloody mouth, Ba finally let out a big burp. Patting his belly, he loudly shouted: "I've recovered! Come on! Watch me beat you to a pulp!" With that, he charged forward fiercely.

  One punch was thrown, his right fist with a loud whooshing sound flew straight towards my face, seemingly wanting to knock me out with one punch. Unfortunately for him, the situation he had anticipated did not occur. My left hand suddenly appeared in front of his fist and grabbed hold of it.

  "How is this possible!" Ba Da roared, trying his best to withdraw the fist that I had firmly grasped in my palm, but he couldn't move it an inch. He stubbornly swung his left fist at me again, which was also caught by my right hand. His face was red with rage, the veins on his forehead bulging out, and beads of sweat dripped down from his face.

  I sneered at this burly man who was shouting non-stop, and said with a smile: "Just now, who was it that boasted about beating me to the point of being unrecognizable?"

  "How detestable!!! Wah~~~~!!" Na Ba's appearance was somewhat strange, his two eyes suddenly turned bright red like blood, his mouth constantly gasping for air, the joints on his body crackling loudly, and the muscles on his entire body suddenly bulging up, his already intimidating physique becoming even more majestic.

  "Roar!!" With a loud tiger's roar, he suddenly exerted great force and I only felt a surge of powerful energy transmitted from my hand. For a moment, I couldn't grasp it tightly and his hand actually broke free.

  Is this what it means to go berserk? What a huge power!

  Looking at the man in front of me who suddenly became a killing god, a strong killing aura emanated from his body, as if I was no longer facing a person, but a ferocious tiger that chooses its prey and devours it.

  "Kill!" Na Ba's body suddenly lunged forward, and in an instant, he had already charged to my front. The massive fist with the power of tearing through the air hadn't even arrived yet, but I could already feel a gust of wind pressure on my face. If it hit me, I'm afraid even rocks would be shattered. However, I didn't have any intention of using my face to test his punch. Quickly crouching down, I dodged the whizzing fist above my head and immediately used the elasticity of my bent legs to violently collide my shoulder into his abdomen. This was the wild charge that I hadn't used in a long time.

  Even after his body's resistance increased from the transformation, Ta could feel a strong pain coming from his stomach that had been hit, and he involuntarily flew backward, crashing into the wall behind him with a loud bang and creating a large hole. Dust and bricks continued to fall from the damaged opening.

  "Monster......" Even a Berserker's body couldn't withstand the impact of such a fierce blow. After barely managing to spit out one sentence, he fell headfirst to the ground and was unable to get back up again.

  "How about it, have you given up?" I stood before the defeated Basara, who was lying amidst a pile of rubble, his maddened state having been forcibly dispelled by that previous blow, and his body had returned to its normal state.

  The impact of the frenzy was huge, his strength seemed to be completely exhausted in that short period of time, panting constantly, unable to answer my questions. However, from his helpless eyes, I knew he no longer hoped to defeat me, the physical contact just now told him that the man in front of him was an even more powerful individual than a frenzied warrior.

  I walked up to that group of slaves with their eyes wide open in shock and said coldly, "Is there anyone else who wants to die?" Of course, no one dared to come forward to challenge me again.

  "Very well, from now on, you are my exclusive slaves. You will work in my estate, and I am not as stingy as other estate owners. Every month, you will have wages, and if you work hard, I can even give you more rewards. However, if anyone dares to be lazy or escape, I will hang him on the tree and beat him to death! Do you understand?! Answer me!" I added some hypnotic power to my voice, these days my research on hypnosis has become more sophisticated, and my ability has been enhanced, gradually being able to enthrall people with my voice.

  A faint and feeble voice replied, "I understand."

  Louder!!

  "I understand!!"

  These slaves heard my words, unknowingly fell into a hypnotic state, only feeling that the person in front of them was saying something that moved their hearts, and unconsciously, their spirit of resistance had dissipated, willingly becoming my servants.

  Under the doctor's care, Na Ba lay in bed for a whole day before recovering his strength and being able to get out of bed and talk. To be honest, I didn't expect the Berserker's physique to be so good either. That one collision, although I controlled my strength, if it were an ordinary person, they would probably have broken seven or eight ribs and still not be fully recovered after lying in bed for ten days or half a month. But this guy, although he was injured internally by that one collision of mine, most of the damage was caused by his own Berserk transformation.

  According to the doctor, it's a good thing I knocked him down in time today. Otherwise, after a Berserker goes berserk, they won't stop until they've exhausted all their strength, and then they'll be bedridden for over ten days. It can be said that going berserk is a way of extremely overdrafting one's own life force. No wonder Berserkers are known as the most ferocious race on the entire continent. Just imagine when fighting against a group of burly men, the opponent suddenly becomes like a madman and charges over without fear of death - who can withstand that?

  The first thing he did after getting out of bed was to kneel in front of me: "Respected master, you can easily defeat Ba, Ba acknowledges that you are a strong man, and Ba is willing to become your slave, faithfully serving the master."

  "Great." The sense of accomplishment was truly great, I pulled the warrior up from the ground and patted his shoulder warmly, saying: "I don't want to treat you as a slave, you are a strong warrior, not a servant. I will restore your freedom now. I just hope you can become the captain of my guards, as my right-hand man, protecting me and what I care about." As I spoke, I took out his contract and tore it into pieces.

  The most important thing in dealing with a mad warrior is to be able to communicate with them from the heart. If you gain their trust, they will become the most loyal partners, far more reliable than those so-called civilized people who pretend to be brothers but actually have knives hidden behind their backs.

  Obviously, my actions thoroughly conquered the heart of this foolish man. He knelt down in front of me once again and swore: "I, Nabu, a warrior from Savi village, swear to God that I will be loyal to my master for the rest of my life and never betray him. If I break this oath, my ancestors and descendants will all be shamed."

  The Berserker's Oath? Anyone who knows about it can't help but gasp in shock. You see, the Berserkers are a people who treat oaths as their very lifeblood, and they will fight to the death against enemies many times stronger than themselves to protect that oath. Once you've earned the oath of a Berserker, you've essentially earned his life. However, those who can get a Berserker to willingly take an oath are extremely rare. I was able to get his oath not just because of my luck, but also because of my powerful charm abilities - every single word I spoke just now had hypnotic properties. In any case, he's now one of my most loyal subordinates.

  Even Liefman began to envy my good fortune, and immediately rushed impatiently towards the slave market, wanting to get the same luck as me. May his true god bless him to find what he wants.