The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 391 The Judge
Eric on the stone platform didn't know that he had been praised by Li Ang, but Storm standing behind Li Ang felt a burst of anxiety.

She is very aware of the power possessed by her boss. Except for the vibrating gold resources, everything else in Wakanda is probably just a cloud in Li Ang's eyes. Even if it is a black panther or something, it is just a slightly stronger ants.

If Li Ang is willing to help Eric.
Anxiously, Storm coughed lightly, and carefully discerned the tiny expressions on Li Ang's face from the corner of her eyes, thinking about how to secretly help Prince T'Challa's family.

In Academy City, loyalty is not absolute, but it is absolutely disloyal.

The thinking stamp in Storm Girl's brain allows her to maintain her absolute loyalty to Li Ang, but at the same time, within the scope of her loyalty, she can also do some things that will not affect the interests of Li Ang and Academy City.

Li Ang noticed Storm's nervousness. The latter's heart rate, the frequency of sweat glands secreting sweat, and hundreds of other physiological indicators fluctuated in just a few seconds. Through this subtle level of observation, he can even directly speculate Find out the specific mood changes of Storm.

"Don't worry, Academy City and Wakanda have maintained the vibrating gold trade for so long, so it can be regarded as a little bit of friendship, so you won't be able to play with them at will."

Li Ang said indifferently: "I will not help each other in this battle for the throne."

"call"

Storm breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded gratefully, not being partial is the best ending.

The tall black girl who was a former X-Men calmed down and cast her eyes on the stone platform again.

I saw that Prince T'Challa reached the edge of the platform, but was stopped by the women's guards stationed at the edge.

A dozen or so black girls with shaved heads, tall stature, and plump lips held spears and thick shields, and used the shields as a shield wall to block T'Challa.

The latter's force was extraordinary. Facing the large shield like a city wall and the shining spears protruding from the gaps in the shield, he was not afraid at all. He wiped the tip of the spear with his palm and held more than a dozen spears together. Pressing down hard, with the help of the lift of the spear when it rebounded, it jumped into the air, slapped the top of the shield wall, and even jumped over it, rolling lightly and landing on the stone platform.

"T'Challa, what are you doing!?"

The elder Zu Rui on the platform had a look of anger on his face, and sternly reprimanded: "No one is allowed to interrupt the progress of the honor fight! Get out!"

The Kingdom of Wakanda is isolated and closed. Even if it has mastered the technological waters far beyond the outside world, its social operating principles are still the "ancestral code" that has been passed down and changed for thousands of years.

Don't say that T'Challa is just a mere prince. Even if he is a king, his crimes are enough to be hacked to death by the pro-guards and chopped into meat sauce when he challenged the ancestral law.

Prince T'Challa didn't care much, and said hastily: "Zuri, I don't think it's appropriate for my father to fight. He's too old, and he's no longer as strong and vigorous as before.

Let me replace him, let me fight Eric."

"That's not your reason!" Zuri, who was wearing a traditional robe, had a ferocious face and interrupted roughly, "Now, get out of here, Prince T'Challa!"

Not only Zuri, but also the elders of other Wakanda tribes who were on the sidelines remained silent. No one stood up to speak for T'Challa, even though they watched T'Challa grow up with their own eyes and believed in the prince himself. , but rules are rules.

Even on the edge of the arena, Prince T'Challa's biological mother, the queen of Wakanda, also signaled with her eyes to let her son retreat to the boundary line of the arena.

Faced with doubts from everyone, Prince T'Challa was filled with grief and indignation. His father had long been dragged down by the busy government affairs. He hadn't exercised for a long time. He was old and frail, and his fighting strength had diminished. How could he be the opponent of Return of the King Eric Killmonger? .

Isn't this obvious murder? !

Prince T'Challa wanted to yell, and yelled at those companions who looked indifferent like walking dead: "Do you still have a little conscience? Who is working hard to keep Wakanda peaceful? Who gave you freedom from outside disturbances?" quiet life?"

But he didn't after all.

"Back back, my son."

The old king on the stone platform sighed, clenched the short sword in his hand, and said calmly, "This is my fate, not yours."

Prince T'Challa looked directly at his father, and the eyes of both sides collided and intertwined in the air, conveying heavy emotions silently.

In the end, the prince tightly clenched his fists, lowered his head silently, raised his lead-filled feet, and prepared to leave.

"and many more!"

Behind the shadows, a voice was so loud that it disrupted the almost frozen atmosphere of the scene.

Zuri was confused, T'Challa was taken aback, and Erik Killmonger raised his eyebrows with interest, holding his spear to his shoulder.

"First, absolutely don't act impulsively."

This human voice was powerful and imposing, like a fierce tiger perched above a rock in a dark forest, solemn and majestic.

"Second, never miss a single bad thing."

I saw the human wall formed by the Wakanda people who were watching outside the field, constantly retreating to the sides, and the figure was like Moses parting the Red Sea, walking slowly step by step.

"Third, the absolute justice of the referee is beautiful."

The figure in the suit and leather shoes found a beautiful scarlet rose from nowhere, and pinned it in his breast pocket rather coquettishly. There were even a few drops of dew on the rose petals.

"Professional referee Ang Lee, come to see me."

Li Ang straightened his collar calmly, and calmly said to the shocked and confused crowd: "I will be the referee for this battle for the throne!"

What the fuck?

Everyone was so tight and speechless, Zu Rui, the elder of the kingdom of Wakanda and the host of this honor fight, said weakly to Li Ang after a short ideological struggle: "Ahem, Li Ang Your Excellency, I’m afraid this is not good? According to the ancestral law of the Kingdom of Wakanda.”

"On the way here, I have read all the text books and pattern totems in Wakanda's collection. There is no physical carrier in it, and it records the information that outsiders are not allowed to serve as referees."

Li Ang said calmly, "I think I have the qualifications to be a referee."

"." Zu Rui wanted to say more, but Li Ang said: "Elder Zu Rui, when King T'Chaka killed his brother by mistake decades ago, you were also there, in other words, you were also an accomplice.

How can you ensure the fairness of the duel with an accomplice like you as the referee in this battle of honor for the throne?How can the people of Wakanda be convinced? "

(End of this chapter)