In the early morning, the sun rises in the east.

The Mu clan is extremely lively, and the men sweat in the clearing, or lift stone locks, or run with weights, or wrestle in pairs.

The women gathered to skin and bone-break the prey of yesterday, most of it into jerky, bone soup, and some women roasted the meat nearby, occasionally looking up to glance at the men and children in training.

Mu Ge held the stone grinder with both hands, bored, his body strength has increased rapidly these days, and ordinary exercise stone tools have no effect.

The people who were preparing to graze their cattle drove the cattle and sheep out of the tribe, shouting and shouting.

"Patriarch, patriarch..."

When he arrived in front of the big tent, he shouted loudly: "Patriarch, the Moha clan has brought people." ”

"Murha?"

Hearing these three words, the Mu clan was instantly angry, picked up their weapons and rushed out.

Outside the tribe, Mohalan walked with a group of people in a big way, and when he saw the gathered groups of Mu clansmen, he shouted with a big grin: "Yo, it's so lively." ”

Mu Ge's eyes were red, if it weren't for the two brothers Muyun and Muyu dragging them to death, they would have rushed out long ago.

The patriarch came, and everyone consciously gave way to a passage.

Mo Haran walked up, looked at the patriarch, and said in a bad voice: "Where is Mu Feng? tell him to get out." ”

The arrogant words did not take the Mu clan in the slightest.

The patriarch suppressed the anger in his heart and asked coldly, "What is the matter with my clan's Mufeng?"

"Your clan Mufeng, yesterday he crossed the border to hunt in my Moha clan hunting area, and also snatched a prey, and today I came to ask him for an explanation. ”

"Shame on you. The patriarch didn't answer, and Mu Ge roared angrily, broke free from the two brothers who were pulling him, rushed to the front, pointed at Moharan and roared: "Obviously, you crossed the line and robbed our prey, and you are still here to speak out." ”

"My clan crosses the border, how powerful the Moha clan is, the hunting area is more than five times that of your Mu clan, why do you need to cross the border to hunt and rob your Mu clan's prey, nonsense. ”

"You are shameless, my Abba said, you are not only hunting in my Mu clan's hunting area, snatching the prey of our hunting team, but also injuring the Mu clan, how can the Moha clan be so shameless and untrustworthy?"

"Robbing your clan's prey? Is there any evidence? If not, just framing the Moha clan for this crime is enough for our clan to wage war against the Mu clan. ”

"You..."

Mu Ge was young and vigorous, slightly reckless, acting impulsively and putting himself in a very awkward position.

The clansmen naturally knew that it was the Moha clan who crossed the border to snatch the prey, but if they wanted to say evidence, they really couldn't provide it.

The hunting area is divided, but there is no herding mark on the beast, so it is impossible to distinguish it.

"Speechless, no evidence, that is a false accusation, either kneel in front of me now and kowtow to make amends, or, Moha declares war on the Mu clan, choose one of the two. ”

Moharan was arrogant, but the people of the Mu clan could only swallow their anger.

In the Wild Continent, the truth is more inclined to the powerful side.

They are not qualified to go to war with the Moha clan at all, and once the war starts, the Mu clan will undoubtedly be wiped out.

But it is absolutely impossible for Mu Ge to kowtow to Moharan to make amends.

The wild men are all bloody real men, how can they accept such humiliation, and they can't die.

"Don't you want to?" Mo Haran glanced at all the Mu clan people with contempt, and finally stopped at Mu Ge, and said jokingly: "Give you a chance, barbarian rules, life and death duel." ”

"Okay, I'll duel with you. Mu Ge agreed without even thinking about it.

"Mu Ge, don't be impulsive..."

"Muge..."

It's too late for the clansmen to stop it, in the wilderness, the duel of life and death is sacred and solemn, whether it is between tribes or clans, the contradictions that cannot be solved can be ended with a duel of life and death.

As the name suggests, between two tribes or clans, the two sides of the conflict fight a duel until one of them dies, and it never stops.

Although Moharan is not a source master, he is also a warrior who has been famous for a long time, and has a lot of fame in the Far North Wasteland.

Mu Ge was only fifteen years old, and the coming-of-age ceremony had just passed.

The two fought a life-and-death duel, and Mohalan bullied the small with the big, which was indeed very shameless.

Mu Ge dared to agree, and naturally he had his confidence.

After fusing the golden arm bone, the body's strength and defense increased rapidly, especially the right arm, which was invulnerable to knives and guns, and the gold stone was difficult to hurt.

"The little cub has courage and courage. Mo Haran praised against his will, knelt on one knee facing the north, and solemnly swore a solemn and pious oath: "The sky is above, I, Mo Ha Clan, Mo Haran, am here to fight a life-and-death duel with Mu Ge of the Mu clan, no matter who lives or dies, Mu Ge's slander of the Mo Ha clan will be stopped." ”

Mu Ge also faced the north and swore an oath: "Mu Ge of the Mu clan is willing to fight a duel to the death with Moha Moharan." ”

The oath has been made, and no one has the right to stop it.

When Mu Feng dragged his injured body to the outside of the clan, the duel was just about to begin.

The clansmen of the Mu and Moha clans formed a circle on the periphery of the tribe, and Mu Ge and Moharan stood in the middle.

Mu Ge held a scimitar in each hand, his eyes staring at his opponent like a beast.

Mohalan was stared at unnaturally by the aggressive gaze.

He stuck his shield in his left hand on the ground, and rubbed his iron spear in his right hand against the dirty animal skin robe.

He is the same generation as Mu Feng, and the duel with Mu Ge's junior, it is already undignified, and he has been famous for a long time, if he is the first to act, his actions will be even more disgraceful, even if he wins, it is equivalent to losing.

"Kill—" Mu Ge shouted angrily, his footsteps galloped, brandishing his twin swords and charging towards Meharan.

There is no skill in the steps, and there is no discipline in the double slashing, it is purely instinctive.

The corners of Moharan's mouth hooked up with a sneer, his fingers hooked the shield inserted on the ground, easily resisting the double knife, and the iron spear in his right hand was used as a long stick, and it was fiercely whipped on Mu Ge's waist.

"Poof..."

Mu Ge, who had just rushed to the front, was pulled out more than five meters away by the iron gun like a sandbag, fell to the ground and rolled three times in a row.

"Well... Good... Okay..."The Moha clan people raised their spears and shouted cheers, and the Mu clan people looked worried.

Mu Ge stood up calmly, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, threw away his double knives and slapped the dirt on his body, stared at Moharan and asked, "Uncle, haven't you eaten?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the Mu clan was jubilant and cheered, the patriarch's eyes widened, and even his father Mu Feng looked incredible.

"Cub, lead to death. "Moharan gritted his teeth, the dignified Moharan warrior, was ridiculed for being inferior to a woman, which was a humiliation to the entire Moharan clan.

Throwing away his shield, he rushed towards Mu Ge with spears in both hands, his steps flickering left and right, and the tip of the spear flickering up and down, making it difficult to distinguish the direction of his attack.

At this time, Mu Ge was empty-handed, and he didn't plan to pick up the scimitar.

The spear stabbed closely, like a spirit snake spitting out a letter, stabbing directly into Mu Ge's left chest, wanting to pierce the heart with a spear.

Mu Ge did not retreat, but advanced, squatted on the spot, rolled forward and threw himself into Meharan's arms.

The posture is ugly, but the effect is excellent.

The rogue moves, Mohalan was also surprised.

The spear is almost two meters, and hand-to-hand combat is completely useless, but rather gets in the way.

Mu Ge, who rolled up, suddenly exerted his right fist and smashed it on his stomach.

Caught off guard, Mohalan was smashed and flew out.

Without waiting for him to get up, Mu Ge rushed forward, raised his leg and kicked the middle door, and in an instant, Moharan seemed to be in a flower bush, the flowers in front of him were colorful, and his body flew out again.

This is not the end, Mu Ge's eyes are quick, he grabbed the body that did not land in mid-air, and smashed it on the ground.

He then sat on his chest and slammed his fist into his face, venting all the anger that had been building up in his heart.

Three punches in a row, punches smashed his face, making him dizzy, unable to distinguish between east and west, north and south.

"Mu Ge Xiao'er, you take advantage of the danger of others..."Mo Haran is a warrior who has experienced a hundred battles, although he missed for a while, he quickly adjusted.

Seeing the opportunity, he grabbed Mu Ge's fists with both hands and scolded him for taking advantage of others.

Mu Ge laughed angrily and asked, "In the battle of life and death, why take advantage of the danger of others?"

"You use the rogue move to lose the face of the Mu clan, do you dare to fight with me in a dignified manner?"

Grabbing Mu Ge's fists, he really felt the powerful power, and Mo Haran was afraid in his heart, and he was messing around.

How could Mu Ge be fooled by him, and asked with a cruel smile: "With this little strength, it's not as good as my grandma." ”

With that, he crossed his arms hard, broke free from his fists, grasped his arms with his right hand, and pressed Moharan's hands against his chest.

Moharan struggled, but could not break free from Mu Ge's seemingly slender fingers.

"This slap is the punishment you gave to me last time. As he spoke, Mu Ge raised his left arm and slapped Mohalan in the face.

"This slap is your punishment for hurting my people. "Another backhand slap.

It's okay to punch with a fist, but with a slap, it tastes a little humiliating.

The people of the Mu clan saw it in their eyes, although they felt inappropriate, they were very relieved.

"This slap is still a punishment for hurting my people, eighteen clansmen from the hunting team, eighteen slaps you. ”

The slap of "Pap, Papa, Pap...", seemed to sound in the hearts of the Moha clan, and they never dreamed that the powerful warriors of the tribe would be taught a lesson like a three-year-old child.

Eighteen times in a row, Moharan's face was swollen and unrecognizable, and he couldn't recognize who he was without carefully distinguishing him, and even the clansmen who came with him turned pale with fright.

On the other hand, the people of the Mu clan, their blood swelled, and if it weren't for the relationship between life and death duels, they would also want to rush forward to vent their anger.

"And my father's, who hurt my father, who hurt my father, who is a son who does not take revenge, and who is sorry for the grace of parenting. After saying that, he slapped his face again.

"In the end, there is mine, bullying me, humiliating me, you should think of paying the price. ”

"Smack, smack, smack..."

Mu Ge himself didn't know how many slaps he had, and he didn't stop until his palms were numb.

Moharan's face was no longer humanoid, his flesh and blood were blurred, and the eyeball in his right eye was fanned out at some point, and the black hole was in the socket, and the blood was surging like a spring.

The chin is long gone, and the mandible is exposed.

Looking at the blood-stained palm, Mu Ge was in a trance, immersed in anger and unbridled venting, not paying attention to the changes in the beaten person at all.

Reaching out and probing under his nose, he realized that Mohalan was long out of breath.