The Barbarians, having reached the final tier of the currently unlocked troop path, were giving the world a true taste of just how powerful the system's top-tier soldiers could be.
While their Power was unparalleled, their Martial Arts were as refined as a master's. Even when outnumbered, they would automatically form up when charging, advancing and retreating with discipline even in a chaotic brawl.
The Holy Sith Kingdom's Guard Corps were all hand-picked Combat Qi Great Swordsmen, burly men standing two *ren* tall. After all, one needed a good physique to wield a Greatsword.
But facing the three-*ren*-tall Barbarians, they looked like adolescents. Taking a punch heavier than a stone millstone and managing to stay on their feet was enough to be called a tough man, but then they would just be knocked down by the next barrage of fists.
The Barbarians, on the other hand, took four or five punches and kicks without so much as a grunt.
