There was no need for many words between the two, just the interlacing of the electric and flint-like eyes could rub an indescribable dark fire, roaring wantonly in the hearts of the two. The atmosphere at the scene was extremely low, and the surrounding aborigines were waiting with bated breath.

Ataya took off her blouse, her bronzed skin looked wild in the sunlight, her exposed body showed the obvious muscle lines, and attached to it was a red and blue tribal painting, red was a symbol of battle and power, blue was a combination of faith and soul, the only one qualified to have this pair of color paintings, only the patriarch Ataya was alone, and now in front of Dityusha, she was like a lioness with strength, calmly locking her goal. And Di Tyusha was still dressed as a warrior, with red tattoos wrapped around her body, she thought that it was a long-cherished wish that she could dedicate her life to her people as a warrior, so she directly gave up the choice of painting, and endured the pain to tattoo it on her body, as if she could integrate faith into her own blood and bones, but in her ill-fated fate, she still stood up, contrary to her original intention of following Ataya, and fought a duel with her respected friends in the past.

Both of them clenched the wooden spears in their hands, Di Qiusha stared at Attaya vigilantly, the two of them knew each other almost well, Di Qiusha naturally understood that Ataya's strength should not be underestimated, and in Ataya's heart, although Di Qiusha had lost to herself in the inheritance of the patriarch many years ago, but after many years, Di Qiusha was no longer what it used to be.

Forced by the habit of many years, the coercion of Ataya, who is the patriarch, has been invisibly affecting Tyusha, and at this moment Tyusha's eyes are vigilantly staring at Ataya, but Athaya does not seem to have any intention of taking the initiative.

Seeing this, Di Qiusha lowered her body, retreated her right leg, held the spear in her right hand, and rushed out with an arrow step, approaching Ataya's body, and swung forward with her right arm with strength, Ataya did not dodge or dodge, she had already seen through Di Qiusha's attack path, the left side of her body pulled back, her movements were crisp and neat, and her left hand grabbed it and dragged it back at the moment when the wooden spear brushed her body, and Tyusha's inertia was restrained by Ataya for this moment, and Ataya took advantage of this moment of space, and her right arm clamped the wooden spear and slashed over, A muffled thud struck Tyusha's left waist.

Tyusha's figure staggered, her right foot steadied her body, the pain but the sobriety, and she immediately jumped backwards to open up the distance, and she was able to dodge Ataya's next thrust.

The crowd around erupted in applause, worthy of a duel between the strongest of the tribe, although Attaya had the upper hand after the first short confrontation, but no one looked down on Tyusha, because her movements were so fast that no one present could do it, but Ataya's extraordinary reflexes and coping strategies were beyond the reach of Tyusha.

"Do you have the consciousness to challenge me for the position of patriarch?" Ataya's phoenix eyes narrowed, and she waved a wooden spear in her right hand and pointed it directly at Di Qiusha, others may not be able to see it clearly, but she saw it herself, and the wooden spear swung by Di Qiusha obviously avoided her own vital point, aiming only at her left shoulder, so she could avoid it so easily.

Di Qiusha was silent, gasped for a moment to ease the pain in her waist, and then rushed out again, the wooden spears of the two of them attacked and defended one by one, and the blows together shook the palms of the two of them. The surrounding voices had been drowned out by the chanting of the clansmen, and every quick and fierce collision between the two could always ignite the restless emotions in the aborigines, and every pair of eyes was fixed on the two people in the field, including Ding Qing on the high platform.

No one will pay attention to himself, thinking like this, the corners of Xu Youcheng's lips, which disappeared in the crowd after disguise, raised a sinister arc.

In the face of Dytyusha's fast attack, Athaya braked quietly, no matter how Tyusa attacked, Ataya could always defend it, but Ataya understood that Tyusa had no power at all, and if she attacked with murderous intent, she might not be better.

"Are you looking down on me, Tyusha!" After several confrontations, the physical strength of the two of them has been depleted to a certain extent, and the cheers around them are loud, and it seems that the victory is in hand, but it is not well deserved, which makes Ataya only feel resentful in her heart. In this way, it seems that Di Qiusha is letting herself, and what is the point of such a duel. The identity of the patriarch is an honor and a responsibility, and she tried her best to protect it, but she was obviously wavering when she came to challenge. Ataya's heart burned with anger and she questioned Tyusa loudly, but Tyusa remained silent, making Ataya's heart even more angry.

It's been a long time since it's been so hard to calm down the mood swings, Ataya thought, and just let it get worse. Finally, after repelling Tyusa again, without waiting for Tyusa to stabilize her figure, Athaya took the initiative to attack, Tyusha's center of gravity was just behind her and ready to open the distance, she was kicked to the ground by Ataya, and suffered a dull blow to her lower abdomen, Athaya quickly pressed forward on Dytyusha's body, the wooden spear was thrown aside, and she swung her fist and hit Tyusha's side face, accompanied by the muffled sound of the fist and Ataya's roar: "Tyusha, are you serious, answer me!" Answer me! ”

Di Qiusha gasped, her physical strength was consumed quickly, and she was forced to face each other, and finally, Ataya's angry roar smashed into her heart every word, and Di Qiusha was also questioning herself, but this punch hit her body, and the scenes that flashed in her mind were the sufferings of the clansmen, as well as the calls of those blind worship of the gods, and at the last moment, she was obviously beaten to the point of confusion, but in front of her eyes appeared the smile of Relezia, and the day she was drained......

Ataya stopped swinging her fist, forced to stop, the fist was clenched by Tyusha's palm, feeling her strength, Ataya lowered her head, in that silent expression, the corners of Ataya's lips suddenly rose, and the next moment let Tyusha's fist fall on her face, knocking herself aside.

Tyusa got up and pressed Ataya under her, returning the punch to Ataya, but Ataya's eyes became more and more excited, and the more fierce the fight between the two became, the more the aborigines boiled.

Finally, after Ataya's shoulders pressed against Tyusha's shoulders and immediately struck her knees, Tyusa retched unbearably, took a few steps back, and coughed violently on her knees.

And Ataya was almost running out of strength, her steps were slightly staggering, Ataya didn't want to give Dityusha a chance to breathe, and was ready to walk over and give her the final blow, so that she would lose consciousness and win the duel. But at this moment, a figure suddenly left the crowd and walked towards Tyusha, and Ataya could see clearly, what he was holding in his hand was clearly a sharpened stone cone.

Ataya didn't even have time to think, her body moved first, and when the blood fell down her body, Ataya lowered her head and met the shocked eyes that Di Qiusha had just raised.

Xu Youcheng never expected that Ataya would cross the distance of a few meters at such an incredible speed and instantly block in front of Di Qiusha. For Xu Youcheng, this miss means the failure of the game and the end of the main quest. When he understood that Ding Qing, Wei Zedong and Xu Shan were the same, he thought about it for a night, and the only thing he could fight for was probably to kill Di Qiusha, so that even if he lost the game, he could win Ataya to become the patriarch and eradicate Di Qiusha's main quest. But now this only opportunity is also missed by himself, which means that his game will usher in a defeat, Xu Youcheng, who was subdued by the aborigines, knelt on the ground and was already disheartened, giving up the struggle to resist.

Supporting Ataya's fallen body, the stone cone fell aside, and the warm blood stained Di Tyusha's palm, Ding Qing watched from a distance on the high platform, and the palm of the hand holding the wooden staff was sweating finely, whether it was the exclamation of Kabana and the high priest in her ears, or the rioting crowd under the sacrificial table, it seemed to be silenced in Ding Qing's mind, and she could only see the hoarse appearance of Di Qiusha when she called Ataya's name in the empty field.