Zu Rui was speechless, and wanted to struggle with the ancestral code, but saw Li Ang shaking his head and said: "Although your Wakanda's science and technology are ahead of the outside world, but in my eyes, even if it is vibranium resources, it is not a necessity for me.

I don't need to plot against your three melons and two dates yet.

Moreover, having an uninterested person like me as the referee can also better ensure the fairness of the duel. ”

"This..."

Elder Zuri hesitated for a moment, facing Leon, he really didn't have much room for bargaining, what if he annoyed this evil star and summoned the Zetari fleet every minute to bombard the earth's orbital plane against Wakanda?

“.... Then you're in for trouble. ”

Zu Rui said unwillingly, and at the same time, he was also prepared to maintain the majesty of the ancestral code once Li Ang could not guarantee justice, even if he tried his life.

Li Ang, who was cosplaying as a referee, Shi Shiran walked to the center of the stone arena, his feet stepping on the shallow layer of water, but he couldn't see his trouser legs and leather boots soaked—a layer of aura acting as a barrier to keep the water out.

"As a referee, I think I'm qualified to make some adjustments to the specific rules of the game."

"Eric Kelmungo, are you willing to change your opponent from King T'Chaka to Prince T'Challa?" ”

"What?"

Eric Cummongo, who is the protagonist template, looks at Leon in disbelief, the other party is the behind-the-scenes manipulator of the school city and the meme company, and is the promoter of the Zetari people's targeted poverty alleviation plan, and is undoubtedly one of the most pinnacle people on the planet when it comes to power.

So, why should the other side interfere in this game?

Eric Kermungo's eyes narrowed, the old king of T'Chaca, who had degenerated from a black panther to a fat tiger, was no different from a salted fish on a chopping board in his eyes, and he could harvest the opponent's head in minutes.

Even if he is a younger and stronger Prince T'Challa, Eric has the confidence to kill him on the spot - T'Challa, who grew up in a honey pot, is certainly good at fighting, but compared to Eric, a killing machine honed by crawling and rolling on the battlefields of the Middle East, it is still much worse.

"T'Challa is the military representative of the kingdom, killing it is equivalent to cutting off a potential threat, which will help me control the army, and when the time comes, what will the old man of T'Chaka turn around? No other tribe would turn against me for an old immortal who stepped into the grave on half a leg. ”

Eric stared at Prince T'Challa, feeling the blazing eyes of the people around him, and secretly said in his heart: "If you don't get rid of him now, you won't have such a good opportunity in the future....."

Thinking of this, the corners of Eric's mouth raised, he held a beautiful sword flower in his hand, and said indifferently: "Change opponents?" I have no objection. ”

“....”

Prince T'Challa also smiled slightly, untied his traditional clothes, revealing his fierce and sturdy body, and stepped forward to try to take the weapon from his father's hand.

How could King T'Chaka, who had long planned to atone for his sins with death, watch his own son step into the fire pit? His face turned pale, his fat belly was retracted, and he rebuked: "I am still the king!" I don't allow...."

"The two muscular men are cousins and cousins, a natural pair, and it is your turn to oppose the fat tiger?"

Leon choked King Tchaka back with a single word, and the latter gritted his teeth and was about to say something, but Zuri hurriedly took him away.

Whether it was Zurui, the elders of other tribes, or even the people of Wakanda who were watching the strong onlookers around him, they all grew up watching Prince T'Challa and were extremely familiar with Prince T'Challa's fighting strength.

It can be said that Prince T'Challa is the most courageous fighter in the entire kingdom of Wakanda, and they also have some confidence in T'Challa's victory over Eric.

"Very good, so let's get started."

Leon took a slight half-step back to make room for both sides.

The two cousins, Eric and T'Challa, as soon as Leon's words fell, half-bowed down together in great tacit understanding, staring at each other and slowly walking around.

The two sides were tentative, the spears and short swords in their hands pointed diagonally at each other, the tips of the blades shaking slightly, and constantly making feints.

It is not for them to be careless, this battle is about family, about honor, about dignity, about the fate of the kingdom.

"Drink!"

After a moment's hectic, Eric was the first to strike, and with a loud shout, his feet staggered forward in the shallow pond, and the spear in his hand stabbed straight at the opponent like a poisonous dragon.

Prince T'Challa was in danger, and the middle end of the spear slanted to block the opponent's attack, and at the same time, the sword in his hand slashed, forcing Eric to step back and dodge.

T'Challa couldn't allow the other party to breathe, his palm tightly grasped the front of the spear, and he withdrew it slightly, and the tip of the spear stabbed out in a row, like thousands of hummingbirds stretching out their beaks and pecking wildly.

The screech of the spear piercing the air was a chorus of screeching sounds, and Eric struggled to resist it, his lean figure retreating, and he was forced to the edge of the cliff by T'Challa, only half a step away from falling.

The surrounding Wakanda civilians let out a burst of exclamations, many of the elders in high positions were moved, and the middle-aged black woman who was the wife of King T'Chaka and the queen had a hint of joy on her graceful and luxurious face - she didn't care about any historical legacies, for her, it was always best for her son and husband not to die, and as for Eric, how far away she should die.

However, with Prince T'Challa in a huge advantage, Leon shook his head.

T'Challa lost.

Before the crowd could see it, Eric, who had been cornered, raised a sneer, and slammed the soles of his feet on a rock on the edge of the cliff, the tip of the spear stabbed diagonally downward, and then the tension of the spear bounced back and pounced on Prince T'Challa like a full bowstring, and the long sword in his hand stabbed from the bottom up.

If Eric succeeds in one blow, I am afraid that T'Challa's belly will be torn open on the spot, and the internal organs and intestines will flow all over the ground, and no matter how strong the medical ability of the Wakanda Kingdom is, it will not be able to save such a dead man.

It's no wonder that this prince doesn't have much experience in facing the desperate situation of his mortal enemy, and Eric's pounce made T'Challa subconsciously pick up the short sword to block.

Unexpectedly, Eric suddenly changed his move, and the blades of the two sides collided fiercely in the air, rubbing brilliant sparks, and the piercing noise made many people can't help but cover their ears - the blades used in the duel are also made of vibranium and are indestructible.

The two blades collided with each other and immediately separated, and Eric grinned fiercely, struggling to get his arm cut by the opponent's blade, and to poke the blade into the enemy's abdomen.

T'Challa was careless for a while, and could only barely resist, but he was still severely scratched, dripping blood down his abdomen.

The prince of Wakanda couldn't help but retreat, covering the scar on his stomach, only to feel all his strength constantly withdraw, and could only watch Eric smile and keep approaching.

The blade of the sword kept approaching, and even though Zuri and the others were about to crack, they were bound by the Codex, and they could only watch as Eric was about to kill T'Challa.

However, with a cracking sound, a laser beam burst out of nowhere and pierced through Eric's chest, causing him to stagger forward a few steps before collapsing to the ground.

Everyone's eyes were on the direction from which the sound of breaking the air came, but behind King T'Chaca, stood a group of dead men with oil paint, and the dead men were holding vibranium spears in their hands—the beam of light that had just been fired from the tip of the spear.

......King T'Chaka, who had completely turned his back on the laws of his ancestors and interfered with the fight of honor, roared fiercely, "It's time to end this farce." ”

The dead soldiers behind him took a step forward, and the vibranium spear in his hand swung outward, pushing away the crowd of onlookers.

"Oh?"

As the referee, Li Ang raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Is that so?" ”

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