Duel?

Ma Whistle was stunned for a moment.

At first, he felt that the deer's request was a bit inexplicable, after all, he was now victorious, and there was no need for a duel.

However, after a little reflection and observation, he still felt that he should agree to this request for a duel.

First of all, because even in a duel, he can almost win with certainty.

There is a big difference in the physical fitness of the two. Although the deer hand is also strong, it is still a little worse than him, at least ten centimeters shorter, and the weight is estimated to be less than ten kilograms.

If you follow the division of heavyweights in later martial arts, this gap is no less than a huge level of suppression, and it is completely crushed at the same technical level.

And the horse whistle not only has a physical advantage, but also a technical advantage. He trains with soldiers, and fighting is also part of the training, and his semi-original military boxing involves many advanced fighting techniques.

These martial arts techniques are of course derived from the fights he watched on TV in his previous life, and although he had never practiced them in his previous life, he knew some of the theories.

With advanced theoretical guidance, combined with the practical experience of this life, Ma Whistle has indeed mastered a lot of fighting techniques that transcend the times.

Faced with the double pressure of body and era, the deer hands had no hope of winning at all.

For the Apaches, the victory in the duel was a great honor, which would undoubtedly greatly reduce the resistance of the horse whistle to become the great chieftain.

The horse whistle could sense that it was not only the deer hands, but most of the people here did not have much respect for themselves, after all, it was only a small number of people who participated in the battle of Arapahoe.

He needs a win here.

"Okay, I promise you." Ma Whistle said.

"So, according to tradition, you can now choose the field and weapons." ”

"Right here, the weapon is our fist."

"Good!" Deerhand seems to be confident in his level, perhaps due to his thick fingers.

The crowd split the venue to leave plenty of space for the two. Almost everyone came to watch, or standing, sitting or squatting, around the open space, three layers inside and three layers outside.

"Who do you think will win?" There was a lot of talk.

"I think...... The horse whistle looks stronger. ”

"What's the use of being strong? He must not even be able to break a finger of the deer's hand! ”

"Yes, the deerhand is the bravest warrior, and he is almost forty years old and experienced. The horse whistle is tall, in fact, I heard that he is only fourteen years old, a young man, and he must not understand anything! ”

Most of the tribesmen trust and are more optimistic about the deerhand.

Even on a rainy day, he didn't believe in the horse whistle, and ran over before the duel officially began, saying, "Why don't you compare, I don't think it's too necessary...... Although the deer hand does not look as strong as you, his strength is amazing. ”

"Don't worry." Ma Whistle smiled, stretched his limbs, and the crisp sound of muscles and bones could be heard under the steely muscles.

With that, he stepped forward and set up a boxing stance: "Let's start." ”

To the Apaches, his posture looked strange, or rather, it was strange to dedicate himself to a pose.

In contrast, the deer hand on the opposite side has little posture to speak of, standing with his legs crossed.

"Ahh The deer hand roared angrily, and went straight forward.

When Ma Whistle saw this kind of Wang Ba boxing style, he suddenly felt that he had just overestimated him, and it turned out to be a reckless man who only knew how to use brute force.

The horse whistle easily dodged the deerman's attack, followed by a left jab!

The fist was struck in the face, but not hard. Moreover, although the fighting skills of the deer hand are far below the expectations of the horse whistle, the ability to resist the blow is much higher than expected, and there is almost nothing to do.

The horse whistle was patient, almost teasing, dodging all the attacks of the deerman, and constantly increasing the force of his shot.

The deerman couldn't keep up with the rhythm at all, and the horse whistle was not only stronger, but also faster and more agile, which even reminded him of the scene where he used to beat his son.

After a while, he was beaten to the point that his nose was swollen and he was panting, and his attack was nine out of ten, without any substantial effect.

The winner is clear.

The onlookers were naturally surprised and incredulous.

"Strange, why can't the deer hand fight at all?"

"This can't be a spell of the horse whistle, I heard he's still a shaman......"

Ma Whistle looked at the deer hand with a blue nose and swollen face, and said calmly: "Admit defeat, deer hand." ”

The deer hand did not admit defeat in the slightest, roared again, and then beat him again without surprise.

This time, Ma Whistle used all his strength, punches and feet together, and the moves were all heavy blows! His powerful limbs seemed to construct a magnificent storm, and the onlookers could also feel the fierce attack.

Under his onslaught, Rao is deer hands were rough and thick, and he was also beaten all over his body, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he gasped for a moment before regaining his footing.

"Don't you still admit defeat?" Ma Whistle asked again, a little unkind in his voice, he was disgusted by this kind of stubborn opponent.

The deer hand is still dead, and he is reckless again.

Seeing this, Ma Whistle turned around and was a naked strangle, crossed his arms and grabbed the neck of the deer's hand, and the huge force suddenly pressed on his carotid artery!

As the most well-known strangler in jiu-jitsu, the power of rear-naked choke goes without saying.

The deer hand was weak again, and as soon as the horse whistle got into it, he twisted it until he almost fainted in a second.

The deer fell to the ground weakly, breathing hard, and his body twitched a few times, and he couldn't get up for a long time, and completely lost the strength to fight back.

"The duel is over." Ma Whistle said lightly, then turned his head to look at the rainy day, "Let's finish the funeral of the previous Great Chief first." ”

The flash of naked choke just now stunned everyone - such a simple action actually brought down the deer hand in an instant?

On a rainy day, he was stunned before he reacted: "Okay, let's finish the funeral first." ”

With the defeat of the deerhand in the duel, there was no longer any objection to the new Great Chieftain of the horse whistle, at least not on the surface. And so it goes.

After the funeral of the tent, preparations began for the succession ceremony of the new Grand Chief.

In tribal schools or classrooms, horses whistle and rainy days discuss topics.

“…… The text promotion of the Sleeping Bear Clan should be doing well, right? Rainy day asked, looking through some pieces of paper with words on them, which were the students' homework.

Ma Whistle nodded, but seemed a little absent-minded: "Yes, most people already know numbers and can write their own names. ”

On a rainy day, I couldn't help but sigh: "Alas, it's much more difficult on my side, and I don't care about the words in the tent." I wanted to expand the classroom so that the tribe had a formal school, but it still does. ”

"Fortunately, such days are finally over, and in the future, everyone in the tribe will learn to write just like your clan." A slight smile on a rainy day, but it quickly relented.

The horse whistle glanced at him, then withdrew his gaze.

After being silent for a long time, he suddenly burst out: "It's you...... Killed, right? ”