Ron glanced at Eric.

"I'm not an outsider, I'm here to return to my country"

Taking a step forward, Eric emphasized, revealing the blue glow of identification caused by a special means in each Wakandan's lower lip.

"And I brought a gift to my country."

Untie the body bag.

A dead head is exposed.

"Ulysses Crowe, it's him!

He's dead, it's great. ”

"This vile and shameful thief and murderer is finally dead."

The others shouted excitedly, and Wakabi, the head of the frontier tribe, gasped for breath as he glared at the corpse of his father-killer.

Although he didn't say a word, his expression was extremely uncalm.

Ron chuckled.

More than 10 years ago, Ulysses Crowe, under the guidance of Nichob, was caught and tried while infiltrating Wakanda to steal vibranium, and he detonated a bomb on the border in order to escape, causing heavy losses to the people of the Wakanda Frontier Tribe, including the previous generation of Frontier Tribal Lord, Wakabi's father.

"Your identity is not in the national records, but your identification is not fake, and you can enter Wakanda ......."

After looking at it for a long time, Wakabi, who took a deep breath, looked away and refused to allow Ron to enter Wakanda.

"But he can't!"

There are too many secrets inside Wakanda for outsiders to know, and the huge vibranium mines and advanced technology will be coveted by outsiders.

Ron glanced at him faintly.

"I am the royal family of the Leopard Clan, I can't kill Crow without him, he wants to enter with me!"

Pulling out a ring and holding it high, Eric took a cautious look at Ron, and Eric stepped forward to emphasize.

It was a relic of his father, a testament to his identity, left by his grandfather, the previous Panther.

He was well aware of Wakanda's customs.

As long as the person who wins the challenge to the king, he will become the new king.

T'Chaka was old, and he was young, and years of killing had honed his martial arts skills, but he never returned.

"T'Chaka is a vile villain who may not abide by ancient rituals, and I must use the great power of this one to take revenge and become king."

"As for becoming a queen...... The king of Wakanda will not submit to anyone! ”

As he argued for Ron, his eyes flashed with ferocity and ambition.

"The royal ring is real, but you......

Did he help you kill Crow?

Okay, he can go in. “

Things were strange, and Wakabi didn't understand why the ring of the previous Prince Nichob was in someone else's hands, and the king was afraid that the matter would have to be dealt with, so he agreed to allow Ron to enter Wakanda.

Wakanda has always hidden itself as strong, isolated, and has great power and is not afraid of any enemy.

The incident more than 10 years ago was the worst loss of manpower in Wakanda in the past 100 years, and it was almost a national shame for Wakanda.

"He helped us solve Wakanda's enemies and qualified to be Wakanda's friends."

"Qualify to be a friend of Wakanda?"

Laughing wordlessly, Ron didn't speak.

……

Interior of Wakanda.

It is different from the backward villages that are disguised on the outside.

Under the huge energy dome with optical camouflage technology, rows of high-rise buildings, ultra-modern cities with extremely advanced technology spread out on the ground, adjacent to a waterfall and a large lake.

One of the buildings was built on the upper floors, where the king dealt with important matters.

King T'Chaca, who was fifty or sixty years old and wears glasses, sat on the black throne, with his queen on one side, and Prince T'Challa's future panther standing on the side.

The lords of the remaining four tribes sat below.

He glanced at Ron twice, but he didn't pay much attention to it, and looked at Eric with a complicated and solemn expression, even more worried that his brother's son had returned with hatred.

There was a long silence.

Ron looked at T'Chaka on the throne, when Eric came back to take revenge, T'Chaka was already dead, and it was T'Challa who held the throne.

"If T'Chaka dies early in the future, and the Black Panther no longer exists, I should be provided with a lot of ability points, and it will no longer be a problem to get Charles's ability."

Looking at the father and son, indifference flashed in his eyes.

There are only nearly 90,000 ability points left.

After arriving in this universe, I went back and looked at it once a day, afraid that the difference in time flow speed would be too large, so I adjusted the appropriate space-time flow coordinates.

Charles's psychic ability is 120,000, a difference of 30,000.

Influencing the fate of Black Panther, Golden Panther, and T'Chaka and Black Panther's sister Su Rui should add up to enough.

"Strange, who is this person? ……”

Everyone else paid attention to Eric, and the future Black Panther T'Challa secretly paid attention to Ron, even more than his cousin Eric who suddenly appeared, and for some reason he felt a bad feeling from Ron.

"Why is T'Chaka looking at me like that?

Without saying a word, are you repenting of your crime of killing my father? ”

Seeing T'Chaca, Eric was furious.

"T'Chaka killed Nichob? That's impossible? ”

In addition to the lord of the frontier tribes, the masters of the other three tribes of Wakanda, the merchant tribe, the river tribe, and the mountain mine tribe, were all three old men, and they heard this sentence and exclaimed.

The royal compatriots killed each other, which shocked them.

Hearing this, T'Challa suddenly looked at his father, also frowning in disbelief.

Bang!

"Silence."

As the women of the king's guard slammed their vibranium spears, the hall fell silent.

"My brother, your father Niebuhr, he committed treason and tried to attack his compatriots, and I had to kill him."

T'Chaka frowned, not angry, and his voice was heavy and majestic, resounding through the room.

"Enough, you and I know the truth.

If you really didn't have the slightest fault, why did you throw me in New York and dare not bring me back to Wakanda, for fear that I would take revenge and steal your throne when I grew up? ”

Eric sneered angrily.

"As the royal family of the Leopard Clan, I will now launch an ancient and sacred challenge to you!"

"This ......"

The lords of the four tribes looked at T'Chaka.

"Okay, I promise."

"Father's ......"

T'Challa exclaimed that his father was already old, and Eric was too old to deal with.

"This is a ritual handed down from ancestors in ancient times, and no one can stop it."

Techaka, with a heavy expression, waved his hand.

"The Wakandans challenged the king, and the king responded to the battle to remove the ability of the heart-shaped grass, and his body was aging, why did he simply agree."

Looking at T'Chaca, who was very happy to agree, Ron smiled, the old king was only afraid of some small tricks.

The Golden Leopard was glad and excited, and he was most afraid that T'Chaka would use his father's treason as an excuse to forcefully reject the ancient challenge ritual, saying that he was a traitor and exiled him.

Now he can kill his father's killer with his own hands during the ancestral ceremony.

……

The people of the four tribes were soon summoned to the waterfall where the ancient rituals were held.

After drinking the herbs concocted by the priest, blue and black blood vessels appeared on his neck, and the heart-shaped herbal power of T'Chaka was suppressed and removed, and after groaning in pain, his whole body aged a lot.

The muscles of the bare upper body looked a little looser.

On the other hand, Eric stared at T'Chaca, eager to try, wielding his long sword fiercely, calculating where the first sword would be cut at the enemy first.

"Huhu...... Come on, kid.

Your father has brought betrayal and disgrace to this country, and you are not qualified to challenge me as a royal family, but I, Tchaka, still give you this opportunity! ”

Gasping weakly, T'Challa looked solemn and guilty, and put on a fighting stance with a long sword in his hand.

"Don't talk nonsense, pay for my father's life!"

With a loud shout, the red-eyed leopard was killed.

Clang!

The long sword clashed, and the young and strong man pressed T'Chaka into the downwind with a single sword, and then attacked one after another, and T'Chaka retreated again and again, and was in danger.

The queen and the panther watched nervously, worried.

The four major tribes couldn't bear to see their weakened king being bullied like this, and a resentment rose in their hearts.

"Although this is in line with the ancestral ritual, challenging the old king is definitely not a warrior's doing!"

Among them, the old man paused angrily with a cane.

Only the Border Tribe's Wakabi is different, Eric and Ron have avenged his father's father, and he has long been dissatisfied with T'Chaca's 'inaction'.

Everyone thought Techaka was in jeopardy.

"A qualified king with a thick face and a black heart."

Ron on the side hugged his arms and commented on his heart with a playful look.

Under his see-through gaze, the skin vanished, and every inch of T'Chaca's muscles bulged and tensed, unable to escape his eyes.

T'Chaka didn't use all his strength at all, he was deliberately showing weakness.

The priest who had previously relieved the power of the heart-shaped grass had a faint strange expression.

"Because you have violated the sacred duties of the priests?"

Turning his gaze back, he realized the secret - T'Chaca's heart-shaped grass power had not been completely removed at all, and there were still remnants.

"Killing the royal brother without trial and discarding the royal bloodline, T'Chaka is unreasonable in this matter, and he needs a bitter drama to save his image in the eyes of the people."

In fact, Ron does not mean anything to disparage, a qualified king should be like this, people's hearts are complicated, and simple people cannot be monarchs.

"Then T'Chaka should pretend to be difficult to persevere, and he was lucky to find an opportunity and was defeated."

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

T'Chaka, who had two more wounds on his body, was forced to the waterfall, and then down was the Wanzhang Waterfall, and he suddenly took out a sword, which seemed to have to be shot out in a panic.

But the castration was precise enough to stab Eric in the chest.

Jumping up and swinging his sword to slash down, Eric suddenly felt bad, and there was a hint of horror on his face.

When the winner is reversed.

Suddenly, time seems to be pressed on pause.

The water no longer flows, and the splash freezes in mid-air.

All expressions are fixed on their faces.

It's like a freeze-frame painting.

Ron, the only one, can move.

He slowly flew to the side of the two, condescending like a god, touching his chin, watching with interest this thrilling, tense battle scene.

Stretching out a slender finger, he lightly tapped T'Chaka's blade.

Back in its place, time seems to flow again.

T'Chaka was surprised to find an irresistible force coming from his sword, and he deflected away and stabbed him in the air.

Eric swung his sword down.

His eyes widened in horror.

Blood splattered, and a terrible scream followed.

"Nope! ……”