Chapter 656: Shaman Kings Successor (1/2)

”Perhaps, only strength will convince you,” Leon stated indifferently before raising his hand above his head and waving it down shortly after.

Rumble…!

In that instance, a colossal pressure immediately weighed down on Lord Warmog and the Battle Masters, causing them to fail to stand upright as if gravity in the area had increased by many folds.

No, gravity really did increase.

The Black Warbear Tribe's Battle Masters was immediately shocked with incomprehensible looks as some of them were shortly planted into the ground like helpless lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

With their sheer physical strength, they could easily resist the pressure.

But the same cannot be said for their organs as they felt great strains on them, causing them to feel weak and lose all their strengths.

”What kind of power is this?” a Low-rank Battle Master muttered.

At the same time, the pathetic appearances of the Black Warbear Tribe's Battle Masters quickly alarmed Chief Valencia and the others on the wall.

”Is this Shamanic Powers?” Chief Valencia's eyes widened with astonishment.

She had seen that Young Master Leonhardt's strength had grown by leaps and bounds, but she did not expect the same applied to his shamanic powers.

His growth was simply too terrifying.

As everyone assumed that Leon's Shamanic Power came from having a colossal reserve of mental strength, they did not know that it was actually just borrowed strength from manipulating gravity with the Authority of Earth.

Still, the Authority of Earth was not an ability that Leon could clearly explain as he was still exploring its secrets and sources himself.

”Have mercy, Divine Doctor! We apologize for failing to recognize your esteemed self!” Lord Warmog pleaded for his men before saying, ”We will make sure to deliver your message back to our chief!”

Swish—!

Leon retracted his hand before the pressure was lifted.

After regaining their freedom, the Battle Masters were shaken by Leon's means and did not dare to slight him.

However, there is always that one person in the group that does things differently.

”You bastard—!” Warlak roared furiously.

But before Warlak could make a move, he was slapped back into the ground by Lord Warmog, causing the ground to crack upon impact and knocked the person out cold.

Shortly after, Lord Warmog picked Warlak and placed him over his shoulders before he glanced back at Leon in the air.

”The message, I will deliver back to our chief,” Lord Warmog stated before adding, ”However, there is one thing you should know, Divine Doctor.”

”Oh? And what is that?” Leon asked.

”Even if you succeed in unifying the Infertile Plains, the other tribes will only follow the most worthy and strongest tribe. Because, if the Battle God wanted the Hegemon position, it would never be your turn to take it,” Lord Warmog said.

Shortly after, the Black Warbear Tribe's group of Battle Masters were ordered to leave with Lord Warmog, leaving behind a Leon with furrowed brows.

The One-Eyed Venerable Shaman shortly approached him before asking, ”Are you thinking about what that person just said about the Battle God, Young Master Leonhardt?”