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Chapter 235 Damn it, ape!

The next day, Du Mu reappeared in the room where Tchaka was being held.

Tchaka's face showed obvious signs of exhaustion; he hadn't slept all night.

It wasn't that there wasn't a bed in the room, it's just that he didn't have the habit of sleeping naked.

The bastard who kidnapped him here hasn't given him a single piece of clothing yet. It's so cold down there, I can't sleep at all.

When Du Mu entered, he still had that cheerful expression on his face: "Good morning, King Tchaka. I'm here to negotiate. After a night of consideration, has your opinion changed?"

"I've already said, we have nothing to talk about."

Tchaka's voice was slightly hoarse from exhaustion, but his tone remained firm.

"Alright."

Upon hearing this, Du Mu neither offered any advice nor showed any disappointment, but decisively turned and left the room.

On the third day, the door opened again.

"King Tchaka, I've come to negotiate."

Du Mu appeared right on time, with the same expression and the same lines.

Tchaka gritted his teeth: "No matter how many times you ask, my answer will be the same!"

Du Mu shrugged, turned around and left without a care in the world.

Fourth day.

"King Tchaka, I've come to negotiate."

"I.....

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Before Tchaka could finish speaking, Du Mu turned and left.

Tchaka: "???"

In the days that followed, Du Mu would come to Tchaka's room at almost the same time every day, as if clocking in, to indicate that he wanted to negotiate with Tchaka.

But the more he talked, the more perfunctory he became, and he even left the room before Tchaka could reply.

Tchaka was very frustrated.

He was prepared to be severely tortured, but the other party not only didn't touch him, but also treated him to good food and drink.

Over the past few days, Tchaka's weight has increased rather than decreased; his already somewhat plump figure has become even rounder.

Tchaka couldn't fathom Dumu's intentions at all. He said he wanted vibranium, but after capturing him, nothing happened.

If Du Mu were torment him, Tchaka might feel more at ease.

Unlike now, it's eerily calm, giving one a sense of foreboding.

Tchaka racked his brains but couldn't figure it out.

Well, since things have come to this, let's eat first.

Bernin Zana, the capital of Wakanda!

From a distance, this place looks no different from any other primeval jungle on the African continent.

However, if someone could penetrate the carefully maintained holographic energy disguise, they would witness a completely different scene: a futuristic city rising from the ground, with silent overhead tracks shuttling through the air, its level of advancement far surpassing any other city in the outside world.

At this moment, the atmosphere was solemn in the most central council hall in the city center.

Several Wakanda tribal nobles gathered together, their faces illuminated by the intense sunlight streaming down from above.

There's no way around it; if the lighting is poor, there's probably a bunch of invisible people talking inside.

"Still no trace of His Majesty the King?" a tribal elder asked, his brow furrowed.

Another tribal elder shook his head: "No, the search team has expanded the search area to as far as 100 kilometers outside the border, using all ground and air detection methods, but they still haven't found any clues about His Highness the King."

In the main seat of the hall sat Crown Prince T'Challa, the son of King T'Chaka.

At this moment, his face was shrouded in an undisguised unease and anxiety.

Just over ten days ago, the King of Wakanda, his father T'Chaka, vanished without a trace right under the noses of the Royal Guard. Based on the last tracking signal on T'Chaka, they found only clothes discarded by the roadside and a pair of yellowed briefs.

Clearly, this is a kidnapping case, and one of the most heinous kinds.

They might not only want to rob you of your money, but also sexually assault you!

Upon learning this news, T'Challa was extremely anxious and immediately used all available means in Wakanda to find T'Chaka, fearing that if he was even a moment late, T'Chaka's life and integrity would be threatened.

But after so many days, they still found nothing, and they didn't even know whether the person was alive or dead.

Moreover, the unknown forces that kidnapped Tchaka had not contacted them and had no idea what their purpose was.

"But we can't wait any longer."

A female tribal elder spoke up: "The news of His Majesty the King's disappearance cannot be kept secret forever. The people will soon realize something is wrong, and then the situation will completely spiral out of control."

"Yes, a country cannot be without a ruler for a day. We must find someone to take charge as soon as possible and maintain order and balance in Wakanda."

Other tribal elders echoed this sentiment.

This is the reality they must face: Tchaka is currently missing and his fate is unknown. If we consider the worst-case scenario, perhaps Tchaka will never return.

Wakanda cannot remain leaderless for long; they must elect a new leader.

"According to tradition and law, if the king is unable to perform his duties for a long period of time and his fate is unknown, the crown prince should succeed him."

"Currently, only Prince T'Challa and Princess Shuri are qualified to succeed him. So, who should become the new king of Wakanda?"

"I choose Prince T'Challa. He has inherited the power of the Black Panther and should lead Wakanda."

"I agree."

T'Challa:

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Aren't we talking about my father?

We were just talking fine a moment ago, how come I'm suddenly being dressed in a king's robe?

But he quickly regained his composure and refused: "No! I haven't found my father yet; I absolutely cannot succeed to the throne at this time!"

A tribal elder advised, "Prince T'Challa, preventing internal turmoil is the most urgent task. We will continue to investigate His Majesty the King's whereabouts, but Wakanda needs stability more than anything else right now. If His Majesty the King returns safely, he will surely understand our predicament."

"Yes, Prince T'Challa, everything should be for the greater good."

The tribal elders then joined in persuading T'Challa.

A look of struggle appeared on T'Challa's face.

The tribal elders were right. With his father missing, Wakanda has been without a leader for many days. It might be able to maintain its current situation in the short term, but if this goes on for too long, Wakanda will inevitably face various troubles.

At this moment, T'Challa's younger sister, Shuri, suddenly spoke up: "Brother, you should inherit the throne. Consider it a way to get used to it in advance."

She never cared about the throne; instead, she had a great interest in scientific research.

Being a king is nowhere near as fun as doing scientific research!

After hearing what his sister said, T'Challa remained silent for a long time before finally taking a deep breath.

"Okay, we'll do it your way."

As he finished speaking, the heavy atmosphere in the hall eased slightly, and a tribal elder from the border mountains slowly stood up.

"In that case, we must follow the ancient tradition that anyone who ascends the throne must undergo a ritual war."

The ritual battles are a necessary path for every Wakanda king.

Only the rightful crown prince can initiate the ceremony, and he must take a potion to eliminate the power of the black panther, which is the effect of the heart-shaped herb, and face the challenge in the presence of various tribes with the body of an ordinary person.

During this period, members of the royal family from all tribes can challenge the crown prince.

"no problem."

T'Challa nodded seriously.

The tribal elder continued, "Then let's arrange the ritual battle as soon as possible, three days from now."

News of the start of the Ritual War spread rapidly throughout Wakanda.

The common people were confused by the sudden ritual war, but the leaders of each tribe were well aware of what was going on.

With the whereabouts of the old King Tchaka now unknown, the kingdom needs a new leader.

This news reached Du Mu's ears at almost the same time.

"It's finally here."

Du Mu narrowed his eyes and ordered someone to bring the golden leopard over.

The leopard quickly approached and asked, puzzled, "Mr. Doom, what brings you here?"

Du Mu smiled slightly: "The ritual battle is about to begin. The person who will conduct the ritual is T'Chaka's son, T'Challa. Your chance has come."

Upon hearing this, the leopard perked up immediately.

As the son of the old king's younger brother, Golden Leopard naturally knew what the Ritual Battle was.

Given his status, he is also qualified to challenge T'Challa. If he can defeat T'Challa, he can become the King of Wakanda.

The leopard said confidently, "Leave the rest to me. I'm sure I can easily take down T'Challa."

Are you sure?

Du Mu cast an undisguised look of suspicion at him.

Feeling quite taken aback, the leopard immediately patted his chest and assured, "Of course! I'm a former U.S. Special Forces soldier, after all. I might not be as good as your soldiers, but dealing with others is definitely no problem!"

But Du Mu was still not completely at ease.

Although he didn't know T'Challa's exact strength, the opponent was, after all, the superhero Black Panther. Even though the ritual battle required taking a potion to remove the Heart-Shaped Grass's enhancement effect, his strength was not to be underestimated. It probably wouldn't be easy for Black Panther to defeat him.

"Alright, just to be on the safe side, I'll give you a boost."

Du Mu instructed his men to quickly send Jin Qianbao's personal information to Sokovia so that he could complete the national registration as soon as possible.

The next moment, the leopard suddenly felt a lightness in its body, as if a warm current was flowing through its limbs and bones, and its strength seemed to have increased significantly.

"What is this!?"

Du Mu explained: "It's a magical technique that can improve your physical fitness."

"Magic...?"

The leopard stood there dumbfounded.

Is this still the world he knows? How come magic is suddenly appearing?

"In addition, eating these before going on stage can temporarily boost your body's various functions."

Du Mu conjured several skewers of roasted meat out of thin air and handed them to the Golden Leopard.

After that recent boost, Jinqianbao has no doubt about the effectiveness of these kebabs.

His lips twitched: "Isn't this a bit unfair?"

Before being challenged, T'Challa had to remove the Heart-Shaped Grass effect from himself, but he ended up getting so many buffs instead. Isn't that just bullying?

Du Mu glanced at the leopard: "You don't like it?"

"Of course... I like it!"

The leopard grinned.

He really enjoys bullying people, especially since the other party is Tchaka's own son.

Du Mu reminded him, "Remember not to kill him. The old king's lineage is deeply rooted and beloved by the people of Wakanda. Even if you become the king of Wakanda, if you kill T'Challa, the people will not obey your orders."

"What if you beat them half to death?"

"Well, some injuries are inevitable in battle."

"I understand, hehehe."

"Your smile is so wicked, anyone who didn't know better would think we're some kind of bad guys. You smile like that too, hehehe..."

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Three days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Today is the day T'Challa is about to ascend the throne of Wakanda.

The waterfall, located on the edge of Wakanda, was split in two by an instrument, revealing the world inside.

On the natural stone steps of the well, people from various tribes of Wakandan had already gathered, dressed in traditional costumes of different colors, which were very distinctive.

T'Challa, aboard Wakanda's spaceship, emerged from the rear hatch carrying a shield and a short spear, wearing only a pair of shorts, and arrived at the lowest platform.

An elder dressed in purple robes with graffiti on his face shouted, "Introducing everyone, Prince T'Challa, the current Black Panther. The Black Panther power within the prince will be stripped away."

T'Challa knelt down on one knee, took the ceramic bowl handed to him by the man, and drank the medicine inside in one gulp.

He then let out a muffled cry of pain, his eyes bloodshot, as if some power rooted in his bloodline had been quietly drained away, and a wave of weakness washed over him.

Techara steadied himself and smashed the earthenware bowl heavily onto the stone.

The crisp sound of shards scattering marked the beginning of the ritual battle.

The purple-robed elder proclaimed, "The ceremony begins! Any tribe may nominate a warrior to challenge Prince T'Challa, but the outcome of the ceremony is twofold: either surrender or die in battle!"

After he finished speaking, the room fell silent.

The various tribes signaled that they would give up the challenge. T'Challa was the popular heir to the throne, and several of the larger tribes had close ties with the royal family.

Those royal family members who were not qualified to challenge T'Challa were either his future wife or his good brothers, so naturally they would not take the initiative to challenge T'Challa.

The purple-robed elders who acted as referees alongside Shen Konglian were all T'Challa's most trusted confidants.

Even the referee is T'Challa's man, so it's obvious who the final winner of this fight will be. How could you possibly be the one to go up there and get yourself killed?

As it turned out, it really was true.

A deep, resonant shout rang out from the periphery of the crowd.

A group of exceptionally tall, burly men with skin painted with mud-like patterns strode forward.

The leader was none other than Mbaku, the chief of the Jabari tribe.

The Jabari people worship the ape, which is the opposite of the black panther totem!

The ape-men are a tribe whose character is straightforward and honest, and who revere force, thus they are isolated by other tribes.

But they are also a force of Wakanda, and therefore have the right to challenge them.

"Mbaku, what are you doing here?" the purple-robed elder asked, frowning.

Mbaku said matter-of-factly, "Today's the day of the challenge, and I've been wanting to take this opportunity to beat him up."

Everyone:

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As expected of the ape race, their minds are full of muscles.

This is the still-unruly King of Wakanda. If he offends him now, isn't he afraid of being retaliated against later?

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