The Memoirs of Cultivating Immortals

Chapter 392 Fighting
Zu Rui was speechless, and wanted to struggle with the ancestral code, but Li Ang shook his head and said: "Your Wakanda's science and technology are certainly ahead of the outside world, but in my eyes, it's just like that. Nor is it a necessity.

I don't need to plan your three melons and two dates yet.

What's more, having someone like me who has nothing to do with the interests as the referee can better guarantee the fairness of the duel. "

"This"

Elder Zu Rui hesitated for a moment. Facing Li Ang, he really didn't have much room for bargaining. What if he annoyed the evil star and summoned the Chitauri fleet in minutes to bomb Wakanda?
".Then I will trouble you."

Zu Rui said unwillingly, and at the same time, he was also prepared to maintain the majesty of his ancestors' law even if he tried his best if Li Ang could not guarantee fairness.

Li Ang, who was refereeing cosplay, walked to the center of the stone arena. His feet stepped on a shallow layer of pool water, but his trousers and boots were not soaked—a layer of aura acted as a barrier to keep the water out.

"As a referee, I think I am qualified to make some adjustments to the specific rules of the game."

Li Angshi said calmly: "Eric Kermongo, are you willing to change your opponent, from King T'Chaka to Prince T'Challa?"

"what?"

Eric Killmonger, who is the template for the protagonist, looked at Leon in surprise. The other party is the manipulator behind Academy City and the meme company, and is also the promoter of the Chitauri's targeted poverty alleviation plan. And power is undoubtedly one of the pinnacle of a small group of people on earth.

So, why did the opponent interfere in this game?
Eric Killmonger narrowed his eyes. The old King T'Chaka, who had degenerated from a panther to a fat tiger, was no different from a salted fish on a cutting board in his eyes, and he could harvest the opponent's head in minutes .

Even if it was the younger and stronger Prince T'Challa, Eric would have the confidence to kill him on the spot—T'Challa, who grew up in a honeypot, is good at fighting, but he is not as good as Eric on the battlefield in the Middle East. Compared with the killing machine honed by climbing and rolling, it is still a lot worse.

"T'Challa is the representative of the kingdom's military power. Killing him is equivalent to cutting off a potential threat, which will help me control the army. Then what will the old man T'Chaka do to make a comeback? Other tribes will not fight for a half The old immortal who stepped into the grave with his legs turned against me."

Eric stared at Prince T'Challa, feeling the fiery eyes of the people around him, and said in his heart: "If you don't get rid of him now, there won't be such a good chance in the future."

Thinking of this, Eric raised the corner of his mouth, held a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and said calmly: "Change your opponent? I have no objection."

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Prince T'Challa also smiled slightly, and untied the traditional costume on his body, revealing a strong and strong body, and stepped forward to try to take the weapon in his father's hand.

How could King T'Chaka, who had already planned to make atonement with death, watch his own son step into the fire pit?His complexion was serious, his fat and oily stomach closed, and he reprimanded: "I'm still the king now! I won't allow it."

"The two muscular guys are cousins, they are a natural pair, and it's your turn to object, fat tiger?"

Li Ang choked King T'Chaka back with a single sentence. The latter gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but Zuri hurriedly took him away.

Whether it is Zuri, or the elders of other tribes, or even the Wakanda nationals who are surrounded by strong onlookers, they all watched Prince T'Challa grow up and are very familiar with Prince T'Challa's fighting strength.

It can be said that Prince T'Challa is the most valiant fighter in the entire Kingdom of Wakanda, and they also have certain confidence in T'Challa's victory over Eric.

"Very good, let's get started."

Li Ang took half a step back to make room for both sides.

The two cousins, Eric and T'Challa, as soon as Li Ang finished speaking, they half-bowed together in a very tacit understanding, staring at each other, and slowly circled around.

The two sides were probing, pointing their spears and daggers obliquely at each other, and the tip of the weapon was shaking slightly, constantly making fake moves.

This also cannot help them being careless, this battle is about family, about honor, about dignity, about the fate of the kingdom.

"drink!"

Eric, who had been probing for a while, took the lead. With a loud shout, he stomped forward in the shallow pond with his feet, and stabbed straight at the opponent with a spear in his hand like a poisonous dragon.

Prince T'Challa was in danger, and the middle end of the spear slanted to block, sliding away from the opponent's attack. At the same time, the long sword in his hand slashed, forcing Eric to step back and dodge.

T'Challa couldn't allow the other party to gasp, he held the front of the spear tightly with his palm, retracted slightly, and the spear tip pierced out in a row, like thousands of hummingbirds stretching out their beaks, pecking wildly.

The screeching sound of the spear piercing the air became one piece, Eric tried his best to resist, his thin body kept retreating, and saw that he was forced to the edge of the cliff by T'Challa, and he was only half a step away from falling.

The surrounding Wakanda civilians exclaimed, and many elders in high positions looked moved, and the middle-aged black woman who was the wife of King T'Chaka and was the queen, had a graceful and luxurious face. , even showing a little bit of joy - she doesn't care about any historical issues. For her, it is always best for her son and husband to live forever. As for Eric, he should die as far away as possible.

However, when Prince T'Challa had a huge advantage, Li Ang shook his head.

T'Challa lost.

Before the crowd could see clearly, Eric, who was cornered, raised a sneer, stepped on a certain rock on the edge of the cliff with his foot, stabbed the tip of the spear obliquely, and then the tension of the spear rebounded, Pounced on Prince T'Challa like pulling the bowstring full, stabbing with the long sword from bottom to top.

If Eric succeeds with one blow, T'Challa's belly will be torn open on the spot, and the internal organs will flow all over the place. At that time, no matter how strong the medical ability of the Kingdom of Wakanda is, it will not be able to save such a dead person .

It was also to blame that the prince didn't have much experience in facing the desperate situation of the deadly enemy. Eric's pounce made T'Challa subconsciously pick up the dagger to block.

Unexpectedly, Eric suddenly changed his moves, and the blades of the two sides collided fiercely in the air, sparking bright sparks. The ear-piercing noise made many people couldn't help covering their ears—the blades used for duels were also made of vibrating gold. indestructible.

The two sword blades collided with each other and separated immediately. Eric smiled ferociously, trying hard to get his arm scratched by the opponent's blade, and also wanted to stab the sharp blade into the enemy's abdomen.

T'Challa was careless for a while, and could barely resist, but was still severely scratched, and blood dripped down the abdominal cavity.

The Prince of Wakanda couldn't help but backed up, clutching the scar on his stomach, feeling his strength keep pulling away, and could only watch Eric approach with a grinning grin.

The blade kept approaching, even though Zu Rui and others were about to tear their eyes apart, they were bound by the code, and could only watch helplessly as Eric was about to kill T'Challa.

However, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and a laser beam shot out from nowhere and directly penetrated Eric's chest, causing him to stagger forward a few steps, and finally fell to the ground.

All eyes turned to the direction where the sound of breaking through the air came from, but they saw a group of dead soldiers with painted faces standing behind King T'Chaka. Fired from the tip of a spear.

"..." King T'Chaka, who completely abandoned the ancestral law and interfered in the honor fight, showed a ferocious face, and shouted sharply: "It's time to end this farce."

The dead soldiers behind him all took a step forward, swinging the vibrating gold spears in their hands, pushing away the crowd of onlookers.

"Oh?"

As the referee, Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Is that so?"

(End of this chapter)