"You are Eric Stevens, a former U.S. Navy SEAL and mercenary nicknamed 'Killer'."

After the throne, Princess Su Rui walked over, introducing everyone present as she walked, and finally her eyes fell on the face of Eric on the other side, "This is your true identity!" ”

"Hmm~ Looks like you've done some homework! Unfortunately, that's not my real name, Your Highness the Little Princess. ”

"And who the hell are you?"

The leader of the River Tribe, who wore a stupid disk, questioned Eric.

"My name is Nijadaka, Prince Nijob's son!"

At the mention of his father, Eric's emotions were slightly out of control, and he shouted loudly, his loud voice echoing throughout the hall.

Prince Nichob's son?

Hearing this identity, for a while, the audience was shocked.

In particular, the leaders of the four major tribes got up from their seats one after another, their faces full of disbelief.

I didn't expect that this unruly young man in front of me would actually be the child of Prince Nichob, who had been dead for many years!

"I saw with my own eyes that my father's body had leopard paw prints on it!"

Eric pointed at T'Challa and said angrily, "You are not the son of a king, but the son of a cruel brother killer!" ”

"You're lying!"

The old queen immediately retorted, defending the honor of her deceased husband.

"I'm afraid not, Her Royal Highness the Queen Mother."

Defense Commander Wakabi took out Prince Nichob's identity token, a panther pendant that only members of the royal family had, and presented it to T'Challa for personal inspection.

After checking it and discovering that it was indeed a royal token, T'Challa's face froze, and his brow furrowed even tighter.

"I am a member of the royal family, and I will exercise my birthright to challenge you for the throne of the king, and the heir to the power of the Black Panther!" Eric held his head high, his eyes seemed to have two flames of revenge burning, and he stared at T'Challa opposite, the son of his father's enemy, and said loudly.

The old queen looked anxious, and hurriedly stopped: "Don't promise him, T'Challa!" He must have a conspiracy! ”

"As the son of Prince Nichob, he does have that right."

"Yes, this is a rule established by our ancestors, and it is one of the creeds that every Wakandanan should follow."

"We can't disobey our ancestors, we can't desecrate the rituals approved by the leopard goddess Baster!"

"I don't think he's wrong."

The leaders of the four major tribes present, including the River Tribe, the Mining Tribe, the Commerce Tribe, and the Border Tribe, all thought that Eric should be given a chance to challenge the throne!

For a while, the audience gradually quieted down.

Everyone's eyes turned to King T'Challa, who was thinking with his hands behind him.

After a moment of contemplation, T'Challa finally turned around, his expression serious, and a simple sentence broke the silence in the temple:

"I, T'Challa, am willing to accept the challenge to the throne from you, son of the former prince Nijob, Nijadaka!"

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Between the mountains and rivers, the various viewing platforms are full of people from various tribes.

Including the alien hero Qi Yu of Wakanda, he was also invited here to watch the duel.

Below the viewing platform, there is a shallow stone platform with a waterfall flowing.

At the end of the shoal platform, there is an abyss hundreds of meters high and turbulent currents.

Once you fall, you can be called ten deaths.

This is the natural battlefield of the Throne Challenge!

"For the sake of fairness challenges, the king is now going to be deprived of the power of the Black Panther."

The priest Zuli gave T'Challa a drink of purple liquid for one night, and after drinking the bowl of purple water, T'Challa's body protruded with cobweb-like veins, and then his whole body briefly twitched a few times, and finally after everything was normal, he exhaled a long breath.

At present, T'Challa has withdrawn the power of the black panther and has become a human with an ordinary physique.

It is true that even so, with his own inherent strong physique, as well as the fighting skills and a lot of combat training he has learned over the years, even if he is retracted from the power of the Black Panther, his current strength is equivalent to that of a battle-hardened special forces.

It's just that he doesn't know that the opponent standing in front of him, Eric Stevens, is actually an even more powerful existence than him, and can be called the king of special forces!

Just the dense bumps on his body that are showing to the outside at this moment prove that there are thousands of human lives on his hands, which is simply a killing god on the battlefield, and a thousand people are killed!

"This is my last kind warning to you, lay down your arms, we are relatives and we can settle the hatred in a peaceful way." T'Challa reminded that looking at him, it was obvious that he also had a certain amount of confidence in his own strength. Even if he was deprived of the powerful Black Panther's powers, he believed that with his mortal strength, he could defeat the cousin in front of him.

However, T'Challa's counsel was unsuspenseful and had no effect at all. How can a person's three views and hatred for many years be easily changed and resolved because of the other party's words?

"From the moment my father died, I spent my whole life preparing for today!"

"I do brutal devil training, I lie, I disguise, I kill. I'm killing people in the United States, I'm killing people in Afghanistan, and Iraq, and even my fellow blacks on this continent at my feet! ”

"And I've killed countless people just to be able to kill you in the end! Use your blood to honor my dead father, and let your dead old king repent in hell! ”

Holding a sharp blade in each hand, Eric pointed at the son of his father's killer on the opposite side and scolded angrily.

Seeing that the two sides were inevitably going to have a bloody battle, Zu Li couldn't help but shake his head and sigh, because the seeds of hatred planted by the events of the year made it so that now two young members of the royal family are going to break out into a bloody battle, to be honest, he is very unwilling to see this kind of cousin killing each other.

"I declare that the ceremony of challenging the throne begins!"

After speaking, Zu Li withdrew from the shallow platform sadly, leaving a lonely back.

And on the shallow platform, after he announced the start of the duel, T'Challa and Eric officially started fighting.

Bang Bang Bang!

In the place of the duel, accompanied by the sound of rushing water, there was a crisp sound of metal colliding.

The two sides fought back and forth!

Originally, T'Challa felt that with his years of physical fitness, delving into various martial arts techniques, and a lot of combat practice, he considered himself a world-class martial arts master without the supernatural powers of Black Panther.

But the current development of the duel was clearly beyond his expectations.

However, after only about ten rounds of fighting, T'Challa was already clearly at a disadvantage and was beaten back one after another.

Ten rounds later, there were soon two more bloody scars on his body, one was a chest cut, the other was a stab wound to the abdomen, and his strength gradually became exhausted, and he began to gasp for breath. Eric, on the other hand, only slightly broke the skin on his face and suffered only minor injuries.

This made the prince's faction on the mountainside who were watching the battle can't help but sweat for their king T'Challa, especially T'Challa's mother Old Queen, sister Princess Su Rui and girlfriend Najiya, these three women couldn't help but show a look of anxiety on their faces, and the old queen who cherished her son was even more anxious.

"Shouldn't we be doing something?" A royal female guard stationed around the dueling platform said with an anxious expression. Because he was in a hurry, he increased the strength of the vibranium spear in his hand.

"Nope." The captain of the Royal Guard, Okoye, shook her head, she looked at T'Challa, who was being punched and punched, and her eyes were already a little rosy with distress, "As the people of Wakanda, we have no right to interfere or deliberately favor and help in the challenge for the throne. ”

At the same time, on the shallow platform, T'Challa had been beaten to pieces, covered in injuries, and his constitution was seriously exhausted.

If it is presented with a specific 1VS1 HP HP, then the current situation can be said to be that T'Challa has lost 90% of his HP, while Eric's guy is the opposite, and he still has a generous 90% HP.

"Look, is this your king? A king who will lead you into the future? ”

T'Challa was beaten to his knees, and Eric grabbed him by the hair, pointed at him in disarray, looked at the people of the tribes on the stone platform and shouted, "He's a loser!" ”

After saying that, it was another punch, and T'Challa vomited all the overnight food.

Then he bent down, lifted the badly wounded T'Challa, and strode forward to the edge of the cliff.

Seeing it, it is about to throw him into an abyss with no end in sight......

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