"So, I'm here tonight, and I'm welcome to all the suitors of Miss Zhan Nasi in the tribe to come and challenge! I will defeat them one by one, and finally, I will defeat Miss Zhan Nasi and prove that I am the best choice for her!"

There was silence, and none of the people present thought that Faust would be so heroic—Zhannath was the dream lover of all fallen boys, and his declaration was tantamount to a provocation to the men of the right age of the entire tribe.

"Grandpa, I don't want to marry this villain!" Zhan Nasi, who had never been given a chance to speak, gritted her teeth, and finally protested to the old chief: "Even if it is Big Brother Batura, it is ...... than this insidious guy"

"Enough. The old chief interrupted Zhannasi, and he looked at Zhannasi's expression, as if he realized his gaffe. He lowered his voice a little and said in a softer tone, "Zhannasi, you're drunk, go back and rest." The two sturdy servants received the chief's glance and hurriedly stepped forward to pull Zhanas.

Zhan Nasi trembled, she had long known that in the tribe, a woman's marriage was not up to her, but the chief's constant doting had given her the illusion.

Her cheeks turned bright peach, and her breasts rose and fell. She glared at the old chieftain for a long time before she said viciously, "I don't have to worry about my business! I will go myself!" After saying that, she shook off the two servants, turned and ran out of the hall.

The mayor shook his head, "This kid is really not worrying...... Lord Faustus, my promise will always be valid, and as long as you can win against her, she will surely be your wife. ”

The indigenous tribes have always been patriarchal, and no matter how much the chief dotes on Zhanas, he will not allow her to fall in love freely - in the chief's opinion, his choice is for the good of Zhannasi, and Zhannasi does not appreciate it entirely because she does not know enough about marriage.

A lot of people scoff at this theory, but they also have to admit that in a sense, the old chief was right.

Faust didn't care if Zhanas liked him or not, he just had Zhanas by his side. Therefore, he did not care about the farce that had just happened.

He reiterated in a loud voice the declaration he had just made: "What I say will not change either, anyone can challenge me, as long as they promise me, I will withdraw from the fight for Zhannath." "This duel wasn't for the sake of gaining Zhanas—if Faust's desire was all there was to it, wouldn't it be better if he just promised the old chieftain?

He just needs a fight. These natives have always obeyed only the strong, and he must appear strong enough to earn respect for himself and gain greater benefits in his later relationships.

By this time, the surrounding escorts had come back to their senses and began to applaud loudly and praise Faust's martial prowess. "A man on a par with the chief!" "He's a wizard!" "Aren't wizards old men and old ladies?"

Faust ignored the flawed comments of the short-sighted men, and stood silently in place, waiting for the challenger to arrive.

Gurupin struggled to jump out of the challenge, but the two guards who suppressed him were Revenants, and he couldn't break free for a while.

Batura was a depressed man, and although he came from a large family in the tribe, no one dared to disobey him since the chief founded the Revenant Squad.

The stout man thought he was going to lose Zhan Nasi forever, but now it seemed that there was finally a turnaround—this white-faced boy was so arrogant that he defied everyone? He could barely suppress his excitement, and was about to jump up and challenge the other party.

Faust glanced at the people present, and he easily judged that only two people, Gurubin and Batura, were interested in challenging him. Faust turned to face the two of them, and now that Gurupin was being held down, the first challenger should be Batura......

"Wait!" a native boy ran in panting, "I'm going to challenge you!" Faust spoke loudly, and the hall was not well insulated, so people outside could hear it. This matter spread ten, ten to hundred, and within a few minutes, most of the tribe knew about it. Therefore, it is only natural that other teenagers will come to participate in the duel.

Faust couldn't help but be stunned, not only him, but also the guests around him, and some people seemed to recognize the young man. "Is it Tosaka?" "What is that shit? what is he here for, he can't defeat the wizard." "Who knows, he was originally crazy......"

Faust listened to the whispers of the onlookers, and gradually understood what happened to the young man. His father was a former samurai leader, but went missing during an expedition because of his opposition to the Wild Hunters organized by the Old Chieftain. His mother also died of a serious illness not long after.

Tosaka was originally the hope of the tribe - he learned the martial arts taught by his father, and he could remember the stories told by the priests, and at the age of sixteen, his strength caught up with his father.

However, with the death of his parents, he gradually declined, and his former strength and wisdom were gone. Now, all the boys of the same age in the village are stronger and smarter than him.

He and Zhan Nasi grew up together, and everyone once thought that he would inherit his father's position, marry Zhan Nasi, and the two lived happily together.

"Your name is Tosaka?" Faust turned to the side and asked with interest, "I heard that you used to be a fourth-level warrior, I wonder how much skill you have left?"

"I won't let Zhannath marry you!" said Tosaka, the native boy, in response. Faust smelled the smell of determination wafting from him, a pungent smell of rust.

Faust shook his head, "It's useless to just be able to say pretty things. He looked up at the chief, "It's too small here, I think it's better to play outside." "The more people he sees in his next performance, the better.

The old chief nodded in agreement, "That's fine, just let them be a witness to my granddaughter's engagement." He seemed sure that Faust would win.

Faust, after receiving the old chief's approval, motioned to Tosaka, "Let's go, let's go out and fight." With that, without waiting for Tosaka to answer, he turned around and walked straight out.

Faust had already chosen the location. Not far away, there was a huge bonfire, the center of the revelry of the ordinary Burakure, where most of the people were concentrated, and it was a fitting place for Faust to show his strength.

When Faust came to the campfire, he didn't have to say anything, naturally there were guests in the hall to promote him. Soon, the indigenous people understood what was going on. However, this only made their enthusiasm even more intense.

Faust looked at the cheering natives around him, took off his coat, threw it on the ground, and went to work naked, wearing only a pair of trousers.

He was slender and did not look strong under the wide robes. But if you think about it, you also know that his strength is 13, and his physique is as high as 15, so it is impossible for such a person to be too thin.

Faust is not the kind of exaggerated strong man, but the streamlined muscles peculiar to the people in the water are particularly beautiful, and with his fair complexion, he is like a piece of polished limestone.

"Come on, there are still many people waiting. Faust hooked his fingers, "I'm in a hurry." ”