Eric, who was on the stone platform, didn't know that he had been praised by Leon, but the storm girl standing behind Leon felt anxious.

She knew very well the power of her boss, except for the vibranium resources in the entire Wakanda, everything else was only a floating cloud in Leon's eyes, even if it was a black panther or something, it was just a slightly stronger ant.

If Leon had the heart to help Eric......

Anxious, Storm Girl coughed lightly, carefully separating the small expressions on Leon's face from the corner of her eye, mentally thinking about how to secretly help Prince T'Challa's family.

In the school city,Loyalty is not absolute,It's absolutely disloyal.。

The thinking seal in the storm girl's brain,Let her maintain absolute loyalty to Li Ang,But at the same time,She can also do something within the scope of loyalty,Do something that does not affect the interests of Li Ang and the school city。

Leon noticed the nervousness of the Storm Girl, the frequency of the latter's heart beating, the frequency of sweat secretion by the sweat glands, and hundreds of other physiological indicators fluctuated in the just few seconds, and through this subtle level of observation, he could even directly infer the specific mood changes of the Storm Girl.

"Don't worry, School City has maintained the vibranium trade with Wakanda for so long, so it can be regarded as a barely friendly relationship, so you won't be able to fiddle with them at will."

Li Ang said indifferently: "In this battle for the throne, I won't help each other. ”

"Hoo ....."

Stormgirl breathed a sigh of relief and nodded gratefully, not favoring that that was the best ending.

The tall black girl, who was a former X-Men, calmed down and set her sights on the stone platform again.

I saw that the prince of T'Challa reached the edge of the platform, but was stopped by the women's guards stationed at the edge.

A dozen shaved heads, tall and thick-lipped black girls, holding spears and thick shields, used shields as shields to block T'Challa's body.

The latter's strength was extraordinary, in the face of the big shield like the city wall, and the bright and dangling spear poked out from the gap in the shield, he was not afraid at all, his palm swiped on the tip of the spear, held more than a dozen spears together, pressed down fiercely, and with the help of the lift of the spear rebound, he soared into the air, slapped the top of the shield wall, and actually crossed over, and fell into the stone platform with a light tumble.

"T'Challa, what are you doing!?"

Zu Rui, the elder in the platform, looked angry and rebuked sharply: "No one is allowed to interrupt the progress of the honor fight!" Get out of here! ”

The Kingdom of Wakanda is isolated, and even if it has mastered the scientific and technological water skin far beyond the outside world, its social operation norms are still the "ancestral codes" that have been passed down for thousands of years.

Mo said that T'Challa was just a prince, and even if he was a king, in the case of a naked challenge to the laws of the ancestors, his crime was enough to be hacked to death by the pro-guards and chopped into meat sauce.

Prince T'Challa didn't care too much, and said hurriedly, "Zuri, I don't think it's appropriate for my father to fight. He was too old to be as strong and vigorous as he used to be.

Let me take his place, let me duel with Eric....."

"That's not your reason!" Dressed in a traditional robe, Zuri had a hideous face and rudely interrupted, "Now, get out of here, Prince T'Challa!" ”

Not only Zurui, but also the other elders of the Wakanda tribes who were on the sidelines also remained silent, and no one stood up to speak for T'Challa, although they had watched T'Challa grow up and trusted the prince himself, but rules are rules.

Even on the edge of the arena, Prince T'Challa's biological mother, the queen of Wakanda, motioned with her eyes to let her son retreat within the boundary line of the arena.

In the face of everyone's doubts, Prince T'Challa was filled with grief and indignation, his father had long been dragged down by busy government affairs, had not exercised for a long time, was old and decrepit, and his combat strength was reduced, how could he be the opponent of Eric Cummongo, the return of the king.

Isn't this blatant murder?!

Prince T'Challa wanted to roar, and shouted at his companions, who looked as indifferent as walking corpses, "Do you still have a conscience? Who went to great lengths to keep Wakanda at peace? Who gave you a peaceful life without being disturbed by the outside world? ”

But he didn't.

"Go back, my son."

The old king in the stone platform sighed, clenched the short sword in his hand, and said calmly: "This is my fate, not yours. ”

Prince T'Challa stared directly at his father, their eyes colliding and intertwining in the air, silently conveying heavy emotions.

Eventually, the prince clenched his fists, bowed his head silently, lifted his lead-filled feet, and prepared to leave.

"Wait!"

Behind the longing figure, a voice was so loud that it disrupted the almost frozen atmosphere of the scene.

Zuri was confused, T'Challa was stunned, and Eric Kermengo raised his eyebrows in interest and held his spear over his shoulder.

"First, absolutely not rash."

This man's voice is powerful and powerful, like a tiger entrenched above a rock in the dark forest, solemn and majestic.

"Second, there is absolutely no misjudgment on any bad thing."

I saw that the human wall formed by the people of Wakanda who were watching from the outside of the stadium kept retreating to both sides, and the figure was like Moses parting the Red Sea, slowly walking step by step.

"Third, the impartiality of the absolute referee is beautiful."

The figure in a suit and leather shoes found a delicate scarlet rose out of nowhere, pinned it in his breast pocket rather coquettishly, and there were even a few drops of dew left on the petals of the rose.

"Professional referee Aung Lee, come to meet you."

Li Ang Shi straightened his collar, and said calmly to the people in a state of shock and confusion: "In this battle for the throne, I will be the referee!" ”

hat the fuck？

All the people were silent, the elder of the Wakanda Kingdom and the host of this honor fight, Zu Rui, after a short ideological struggle, weakly said to Li Ang: "Ahem, Your Excellency Li Ang, this.... I'm afraid it's not okay? According to the ancestral law of the Kingdom of Wakanda...."

"On the way here, I have already flipped through all the written classics and pattern totems that Wakanda treasures, and there are no physical carriers in them, which record the information that outsiders are not allowed to serve as referees."

Li Ang said calmly: "I think I have the qualifications to be a referee. ”

"...."Zu Rui was about to say more, but he heard Li Ang say: "Elder Zu Rui, when King T'Chaka killed his own brother by mistake decades ago, you were also at the scene, in other words, you can be regarded as an accomplice.

In this battle of honor for the throne, with an accomplice like you as the referee, how can you ensure the fairness and justice of the duel? How can the people of Wakanda be convinced? ”

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