The Dominance of Martial Arts: Starting from the Tiger Roaring Golden Bell

Chapter 325: Hao Clan Slave Farm, the Law of the Jungle

On the plain, Cao'er, with bruises all over his body, pushed the cart with one hand and covered his stomach with the other.

The slaves who saw this scene all smiled with glee.

"Let me see what he's going to do today."

"What should I do? I'll just starve. It's his fault for being so arrogant lately."

As a slave, the only way to vent is to bully slaves who are weaker than oneself.

Originally, Cao'er was a target of bullying. Anyone could kick him a few times and take away his food.

However, in a conflict a few days ago, Cao'er actually knocked down a slave who was stronger than him with one punch.

The slaves living near Cao'er would rather have their food taken away than see Cao'er become stronger.

As he gets stronger, some of them will become what they were before.

"Brother Cao, are you okay?"

A young man who was as thin as Cao'er came to Cao'er and asked.

Cao'er shook her head slowly: "No, it's okay."

“Don’t push the cart anymore, I’ve told the guy pulling the cart in front.

The food for both of us tonight belongs to them, and you can get in the car.”

Hearing this, Cao'er did not refuse. He supported himself with his hands and sat on the flatbed cart. He really needed to rest for a while.

The two slaves who were pulling the cart felt the cart getting heavier and looked at each other and laughed:
"Master! Someone is slacking off! He got on the bus!!"

Someone shouted loudly, and the young man next to Cao'er's face changed drastically.

The Hao warrior came over following the sound and glanced at Cao'er who had just jumped out of the car.

He said nothing and wanted to turn around and leave.

The two slaves pulling the cart became anxious. One of them stepped forward and pointed at Cao'er:

"Master, he just got in the car!"

Snapped!
"what!"

The spear handle hit the speaking slave on the back, causing the slave to tremble in pain.

"Do I need you to remind me?"

The soldier finished speaking and looked at Cao'er:
"Take the bus back and go to the pharmacy to find the pharmacist to treat your injuries.

If anyone asks you, just say it was Lord Haofa’s order.”

"Thank you, Master."

After the soldiers left, Cao'er looked at the slave who had complained with an expressionless face.

There seemed to be fire in his eyes, burning the slaves and making them feel uncomfortable.

The slave, who was grimacing in pain, immediately smiled ingratiatingly:
"Fuck, I'm sorry, I..."

"You two will have my food today."

Cao'er ignored the two slaves' reactions and returned to the flatbed cart.

The two slaves were stunned and were about to retort when they suddenly remembered the warrior's attitude towards Cao'er just now.

Then, the two of them shut up, returned to the flatbed truck, and continued pulling the truck.

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At dusk, the orange light envelops everything.

There were countless wooden sheds in the slave farm.

With the help of his companion who was carrying medicine, Cao'er returned to the wooden shed which was leaky on all sides.

Since their companions had not yet finished their work, they were the only two people in the woodshed.

"Stone, apply medicine."

The young man named Shitou nodded, opened the medicine bag and dug out a piece of the ointment.

Just as I touched Cao'er's back, a voice appeared.

"Hey, where did you steal the medicine? Aren't you afraid of being beaten to death?"

A burly man walked into the woodshed with a playful laugh.

Ever since Cao'er and the other man walked into the slave farm, he had been eyeing the medicine bags in their hands.

Seeing the man trying to reach out to take the medicine, Shi Tou quickly stopped him.

Snapped!
Shi Tou, who was slapped in the face, still grabbed the man's right arm and glared at him.

"This is the medicine that the master gave to Brother Cao! You can't take it!"

The man frowned and pushed the stone to the ground with brute force.

"Get out! The master will give him medicine? Don't lie to me!" Only slaves who are loved by the master will be given medicine.

Cao'er looks average, has an average build, and can't speak fluently. How could his owner like him?
In the men's opinion, the medicine must have been stolen by them.

In the slave farm, medicines that can heal injuries are rare and priceless items, and you never know when they may come in handy.

After all, no slave can guarantee that he will not be hurt.

Just as the man was about to turn around to get the medicine, he saw Cao'er, who was sitting on the ground, standing in front of him.

"Don't think that just because you managed to defeat Dalin a few days ago, you can show off in front of me.

You know, even Dalin is no match for me."

"Why, why?"

The man frowned: "Why?"

"We are all slaves, why should we fight?"

Cao'er stared into the man's eyes.

The man did not expect Cao'er to ask this question, and he retracted his smile.

"Slaves are people abandoned by the gods. Without the gods' blessing, we can only live in misery.

I want to survive, but I can't beat anyone stronger than me, so I can only plunder the weak, and you are the weak.

Just give me the medicine and I won’t hit you.”

Cao'er didn't understand what the man meant, so he decided to remember what the man said and ask him tomorrow.

"The bigger the fist, the more reasonable it is."

Looking at Cao'er who wanted to take action, the man nodded.

"It's not very clear, but what you said is quite right, so I am right."

The man stretched out his arms, trying to grab Cao'er's head.

The next moment, Cao'er's fist hit the man's jaw.

Bang!
The man who fell to the ground was stunned.

What's going on? I attacked first, so why is this guy faster than me?
It's okay that it's fast, but why is the punch so heavy?

The unconvinced man stood up and attacked Cao'er again.

This time he saw clearly what Cao'er was doing.

Bend your knees, bend your waist, turn your head to avoid your own punches.

Then, Cao'er, whose body was like a bent bow, suddenly stood up, and his fist was like an arrow, hitting the man's jaw from bottom to top.

When the man woke up, Cao'er's body was covered with ointment.

He looked down at the man, looking into his eyes:
"The medicine is gone. Please leave."

After the man stumbled away, Stone grinned at Cao'er excitedly:
"Brother Cao! Awesome!"

Cao'er didn't say anything. She moved her eyes to her hands, slowly clenched her fists and let out a long breath.

"Tonight, I will teach you how to dance."

At night, the slaves who had finished their day's work returned to the slave farm one after another.

They ran into the slave farm, picked up pottery bowls from the wooden shed where they lived, and rushed to the back of the team receiving food.

The slaves were at the back of the team, pushing and shoving each other, and even fighting.

The three Hao warriors patrolling in front of the team pretended not to see anything.

As long as the area they patrol is not in chaos, the situation that follows has nothing to do with them.

At this time, Shitou in the team waved to his eight companions who were rushing over.

"here!"

The slaves lined up behind the stone were discontented.

"Why are you waving? Want to cut in line?"

The slave behind him quickly pulled his right arm.

"These boys are different. Cao'er got beaten by Dayan today."

Slaves usually chose their own names. As long as the names did not contain the surnames bestowed by the gods to various tribes, they could name themselves whatever they wanted.

It’s just that everyone follows the default rules when naming.

A weak slave, with a name that sounds cheap
A strong slave should have an imposing-sounding name.

To the uneducated slaves, the word "big" was very powerful.

Therefore, many strong slaves would add a big character to their names, and Dayan was one of them.

Hearing that Dayan was being beaten, the slave stopped scolding Shitou and pretended not to see it, allowing the eight men to walk in front of him.

"Nothing happened today, right?"

(End of this chapter)