Anti-theft, to be honest, I'm really not good at hand-to-hand combat, I have brute force but no corresponding fighting skills, this is the shortcoming of my crossing man, there is no doubt that with Osvid, who has polished his body since he was a child, I will definitely not be able to last three rounds. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

But I had to throw down my weapons and engage in the oldest and most traditional battle of power with Auswid, for no other reason than that there was a Sal waiting for me after the battle with the three Kukarons.

Not to mention that one of the three Kukarons is stronger than the other, let's just say Sal, who was already the king of the arena when he was a human slave, and his combat experience and combat skills are less than a hundred streets.

I had no choice but to use my best and most powerful "weapon" to compete with the orcs, which also benefited the orcs from their straight brains, and I used a little means, and the radical Osvid had to compete with me in the most primitive strength.

So, when facing me with the golden bones, Osvid was tragic, and I threw him out of the face with a single face.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

Just as Osvid flew out, all the orcs in the room erupted in a terrifying roar, a roar full of excitement and wildness, unlike the previous roar directed at me.

Obviously, my astonishing actions set the crowd in flames.

The Orcs are a lovely and brutal race that worships the strong and the powerful, and if you can defeat their strongest warriors head-on, you will earn the respect of the Orcs, especially when it comes to their allies.

Now, for example, I defeated Ausveld, and instead of being slandered and insulted by the orcs, I cheered for me one by one.

"I lost!" The strength of the flesh is different from the skill of martial arts, it can't be faked, whoever has the most strength is the one who has the most power, obviously, at a glance, Osvid knows this truth, so he has no opinion on my victory, and simply admits that he lost.

Roar! Roar! Roar!

In an instant, the orcs broke out into a terrifying roar again, this time, they were cheering for Osvid, and daring to admit their own shortcomings could also gain the respect of the orcs.

"Joyce, challenge you!"

Osvid exits the arena and another orc appears, and like Osvid, Joyce wears a large tight-fitting pants as soon as he takes the stage, and it is clear that he wants to help Osvid get back on the field.

It's just that as soon as we first came into contact, his face changed, turning red and purple. Without giving Joyce much time to think, I slammed a dozen meters against him and threw him out.

"Barnett, challenge you."

Following Joyce's defeat, the third orc finally appeared, unlike Osvid and Joyce, the orc named Barnett appeared stronger, two meters and one zero "short", big arms thicker than the iron bucket, high chest muscles, waist as strong as a calf, although his height was less than that of ordinary orcs, but his muscles were undoubtedly more developed.

What does it mean to be short and strong? The center of gravity is low, the chassis is stable, and the explosiveness is strong, Sal really plays a good game, sending such a big dun to fight with me, it is really enough to look up to me.

It's just that this doesn't serve any purpose, because Lao Tzu has a lower center of gravity than him, a more stable chassis, and a stronger explosive power.

Rumble!

When our shoulders touched, a muffled sound came from it, and Barnett flew upside down like a meteor......

This time the fight ended faster than the previous two times, and the victory was decided in the blink of an eye, looking at Barnett who flew back upside down, I began to worry about his IQ, this girl actually dared to hit me with his shoulder, do you really think that you are "short" on the chassis stable, you don't look at the size of your buddy, it's not your shoulder, okay?

Roar! Roar! Roar!

The crowd erupted into a roar again, and this time it was louder and more excited than the last time, to be honest, orcs hadn't seen it in many years like this kind of pure power competition without any skills, let alone this kind of wonderful duel with "weak" fighting "strong".

"Great Chief, the sun wind challenges you!"

Having lost three people in a row, morale was high, and without any hesitation, I challenged the tribal leader, the man of steel.

Suddenly, the surroundings became audible, and the eyes of every orc were on Thrall, among which there was worship, worry, excitement, trust, and anticipation...... Every orc believed that their Great Chief could be invincible, but they were afraid that I, the dark horse, would defeat their Great Chief, and at this moment, the simple-minded orcs couldn't help but use their brains.

"I, Sal, accept your challenge."

Sal didn't let the crowd wait too long, and three seconds after I gave out the challenge, Sal stepped forward and accepted my challenge.

This scene is unthinkable if it is placed in the alliance, no one can challenge the king, and once it is challenged, it is no different from a coup d'état, but among the tribes that honor the strong, among the wild and primitive tribes, among the tribes of strength and blood, this is indeed the most common scene.

The tribe never excludes those who are capable of challenging the chieftain, whether it is a competition or a rivalry, or a battle for the leadership of the Makgoras.

Of course, the former is just some ordinary battles, victory and defeat do not mean anything, everyone just sharpens each other's combat power, but the nature of the latter is completely different, it is the oldest and most traditional life-and-death duel among the orcs, no magic, no dependence on the elements, only with a strong body and sharp weapons, with the most primitive strength of flesh and blood to fight for life and death, the winner ascends to the position of chief, and the loser ...... and threw it into the wilderness like a dead dog.

My duel with Thrall is definitely not Maggora, not to mention whether I have the ability and courage to launch Markogora against Thrall, just say that if I dare to say the word Maggora, I will be greeted by all orcs, minotaurs, and trolls, and if I don't defeat them, I will never be able to walk in front of Thrall.

The reason is just prestige.

"Rifeng, your strength is beyond my expectations, I am very happy that the Forsaken can produce such a strong man as you, this is the honor of the Forsaken, and it is also the honor of the entire tribe, so, I will do my best to defeat you, at the same time, I also hope that you will not take into account my identity and work without contribution, I hope that the battle between us is hearty, full of blood and passion, and there is no external factor to interfere."

Sal step by step, step by step, step by step, piece by dress...... Well, Sal just took off his cloak, and he didn't swagger around wearing just one big trouser like the three Kucarons.

As Sal got closer and closer to me, his momentum grew stronger, and when he was ten meters away from me, his momentum reached its peak. (To be continued.) )