This howl, like a wolf howling like a lion's roar, like a roar bursting from the depths of the heart.

Not a brown bear hunter hungry for revenge, but a primitive man.

The primitive man kept beating his chest in demonstration, his face was hideous, and his explosive fist smashed into his chest, with a tearing tremor, making everyone's hearts tremble, but he himself didn't care.

This is what is terrible, the Russian Turks.

Russia is known all over the world as a fighting nation, notoriously fierce, fierce and ruthless.

There was a three-year-old Russian child who accidentally fell into the river in the middle of the winter and his clothes were soaked, so his father hung him on a tree in front of his house, blowing a cold wind like a knife until he dried.

And the ancestors of the fighting peoples, and the most courageous ancestors, the Russian Turks, have the blood of berserkers in their bones.

Whether it's the brave bloodline of Santiago Genaya or the knightly soul of Ares, when it comes to him, they are all rubbish.

What's more, he once trekked on the ice for two days and two nights in the winter of dozens of degrees below zero, without drinking half a mouthful of water, and crossed the Bering Strait alone.

He also used his fingers and stone chips to dig out the carcass of a mammoth in the permafrost of North America.

He stoned dozens of jaguars to death.

He had faced the wolves alone and managed to escape but was scarred.

He was also drawn into a large tribal conflict, but he survived with poisoned arrows.

He, alone survived in North America for five whole years!

He is no less capable of surviving than Bell Grylls, the man at the top of the food chain.

And his willpower and combat effectiveness, unknown.

In the astonished gaze of everyone, he walked to the front of the line and beckoned the soldier to give him his weapon.

Seeing this, Zheng Fei stopped the soldier and handed the Eternal Knife up.

He had never seen a knife before, but fortunately he was not stupid enough to touch the blade with his hand, but picked up a stone from the ground and struck it upward, and it shattered.

"Whew!" he pouted, letting out a goofy laugh.

The soldiers were thinking, "I say, man, can you be serious about the enemy?" What the hell are you going to do?

As soon as the idea came to his mind, he saw the primitive man slam his chest again, spread his arms to face the dark night sky, roared like a monster, and then raised his knife and pointed it directly at the patriarch.

The raindrops hit his face and brows, but they didn't make him blink his eyes, and he didn't seem to care about the fight, just a game.

He, enjoy the process of fighting.

Many people are addicted to tobacco and alcohol, and he has a fighting addiction, and before coming to the American continent, he would go to fight with polar bears every winter.

The polar bear is white and soft, but it is the largest land carnivore in the world, and its size is huge and ferocious.

As for the outcome of the game, their family's clothes are all made of polar bear skin.

At this time, he quietly carried his sword, cast a defiant glance at the enemy, pointed at the patriarch, and then at himself.

Do you dare to accept my challenge?" he seemed to say to the patriarch.

The choice of the patriarch was, silence.

He didn't know what the Eternal Knife was, but he had just seen how sharp it was, and even stones could easily shatter it, and he estimated that his arm would break if he touched it.

He is not stupid, however, he cannot refuse.

According to the rules of the tribe, only the strongest person can get the scepter of the patriarch, and in the annual tribal challenge, the last person who wins can become the patriarch, and he himself came over like this.

Although primitive man is not a member of the tribe, as a patriarch, if he does not even dare to accept external challenges, he will be degraded by the tribe as a shameful coward, called a "bad seed".

When the time comes, not only will the position of the patriarch be lost, but he will also be expelled from the tribe and will never be able to return.

While he was hesitating, the clansmen had already begun to make a noise, and even some of the bold ones were still sarcastically telling him to get out of here early.

He clenched his fists, his eyes wider than brass bells, and he shouted angrily, then stared at the knife in the primitive man's hand, and then at his own spear.

Suddenly, a hint of cunning flashed in his eyes.

He threw the spear to the ground, pointed to the Eternal Knife, and motioned for the primitives to throw it away and fight with their bare hands.

The clansmen nodded their heads in praise that the challenge has always advocated fairness.

Without the slightest hesitation, the primitive man held the hilt of the knife expressionlessly, the head of the knife pointed downward, and let go.

The Eternal Knife was directly embedded in the land without any external force, which made the patriarch exhale with a sigh of relief, glad that he had not responded to the battle just now.

Then, the primitives beckoned at him, bowing in an orangutan-like pose.

In the indigenous tribes, the tribesmen are most fond of watching the Patriarch Challenge, cheering their chiefs excitedly in the heavy rain.

Even they forgot what they were here for, and this game attracted all their attention.

The frenetic atmosphere, overwhelmed by the pouring rain, was like celebrating a grand event.

"Take somebody, go and gather the gunpowder together to make a dynamite bag. Zheng Fei said to Santiago, his expression solemn.

He knew that the primitives were extremely powerful, but he didn't know the strength of the opposing patriarch, and if the primitives were defeated, the battle would still be inevitable, and he had to prepare Plan B.

In the rain, the patriarch stood, his eyes filled with a desire for victory, but with a hint of fear.

Afraid of losing, afraid of death, afraid of losing the title of patriarch.

However, out of the fighting instinct that he had cultivated since childhood, he still let out a roar of rage, forcing back the little panic that had just sprung up in his heart.

In an instant, he leapt forward quickly, swinging a sharp hook without delay, and the hard fist ran towards his opponent's head.

A smile appeared in the primitive's eyes, and instead of dodging, he struck directly at his fist with all his might.

The fists clashed, the sound of bones cracking, accompanied by the screams of the patriarch, left a shocking scene in this rainy night.

The primitive man didn't know much about martial arts, so he took advantage of the fact that the patriarch had not yet recovered his senses, picked up his arm and smashed it into his neck, knocked him to the ground, and stepped on it fiercely, and then roared and punched him in the head, killing him instantly.

The patriarch was killed in seconds.

The natives opened their eyes dryly and shook their heads, thinking that all that was happening was fake.

Their tribe has a total of 12,000 people, distributed in various parts of the Atlantic coastal plain of North America, and the patriarch is the strongest combat force in the tribe, with the best skills, and was killed in seconds?

When the battle was over, the primitives hissed and rubbed their fists.

He is not a god, and when he was beaten with the patriarch just now, his bones were also broken, the difference is that his pain is more numb, and he has long been used to it.

Or rather, he enjoys the pleasure of pain.

[Present the third watch, even if you don't sleep today, you have to complete the promised five watches, um. ] Don't wait, let's rest early~] (To be continued.) )