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Chapter 236 In my opinion, it was the leopard that locked up the black leopard.

Brainless brute!

T'Challa looked at Mbaku in front of him and made an assessment in his mind.

But Mbaku's arrival was timely; he needed a worthy opponent to prove his strength so that he could rightfully assume the throne as the new king of Wakanda.

"I accept your challenge, Mbaku."

T'Challa nodded without hesitation.

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

On the sidelines, Wakandans, acting as the atmosphere team, struck the ground and drums with wooden sticks, creating a primitive yet inexplicably catchy rhythm that got everyone's blood pumping.

To the accompaniment of this wild background music, T'Challa and Mbaku each donned a totem mask symbolizing their respective beliefs, standing on opposite sides of a platform by the pool:

All around, the royal guards and elite warriors of the Jabari tribe stood in a circle, spears pointed diagonally into the arena, creating a dangerous dueling ground.

"For the glory of Hanuman!"

Mbaku, filled with fighting spirit, shouted out the name of the ape god he worshipped.

"Long live Wakanda!"

T'Challa's voice was steady and powerful.

Instead of calling upon Buster, the leopard god worshipped by his people, he chose the name of the entire kingdom, demonstrating his high emotional intelligence.

On the high platform, several tribal leaders looked on with approval upon hearing this.

Each of them has its own totem. T'Challa's words undoubtedly show that he places himself above all tribes. He is acting for the whole of Wakanda, not just for the Wakanda royal family or the Black Panther clan.

The scope of the discussion immediately broadened.

In comparison, Mbaku is simply a goofball.

On this occasion of deciding the new king of Wakanda, you are shouting for your ape god. If you become the king of Wakanda, what will happen? Won't the totems worshipped by other tribes always be inferior to your ape god?

What Mbaku didn't know was that he had already lost the battle from the very beginning.

"roar!"

Mbaku roared, and the heavy wooden mallet in his hand flew up through the air as he launched a fierce attack on T'Challa.

Although the Ape Gods are not very bright, they have the best physical fitness of all the tribes in Wakanda.

The mallet swung powerfully in Mbaku's hands, and T'Challa raised his shield to block it several times, but the impact made his arm go numb and he almost dropped it.

Instead of engaging Mbaku in a direct confrontation, T'Challa chose to use skillful grappling to gradually wear down Mbaku's stamina.

At the same time, the spears surrounding them were slowly closing in, gradually compressing the area where the two could move, like a poison circle, until only a narrow circle less than three meters from the edge of the cliff remained.

Unable to break through after a prolonged attack and with most of his stamina depleted, Mbaku became impatient, revealing weaknesses in his movements.

T'Challa seized the opportunity, lunged at Mbaku's back of the knee, dragged him to the ground, grabbed Mbaku's arms with both hands, and wrapped his two black-haired legs tightly around his neck, then suddenly exerted force with his legs.

This is a standard joint lock, and once it's set, it's almost impossible to break unless you burn the opponent's foot with a lighter.

Unfortunately, Mbaku doesn't smoke, and even with his immense strength, he couldn't break free from T'Challa's powerful restraint.

But this battle only resulted in death or surrender.

As the leader of the Jabari tribe, Mbaku would rather die in battle than surrender.

Seeing Mbaku's face turn red and he was about to suffocate, T'Challa kindly advised, "You have already defended your honor in the battle. Surrender now. Your people need you."

Upon hearing T'Challa offer him a way out, Mbaku decisively slapped T'Challa's thigh, indicating his surrender.

T'Challa immediately released Mbaku.

Mbaku collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, and managed to offer an explanation.

"I am not afraid of death, I am only doing this for my people."

"Yes, yes, yes."

T'Challa rolled his eyes, ignored the idiot, and stood up with his arms raised.

The purple-robed elder then announced loudly, "The victor is T'Challa!"

"T'Challa! T'Challa! T'Challa!"

The spectators cheered in unison.

This battle earned T'Challa everyone's respect.

After the Jabari tribesmen helped Mbaku down, the purple-robed elder surveyed the entire arena: "Are there any other challengers?"

No one on stage responded.

Even a strong fighter like Mbaku couldn't defeat T'Challa, let alone the others.

The purple-robed elder nodded upon seeing this: "In that case, I hereby announce that the new king of Wakanda is..."

"I'll take on the challenge!"

An unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the entrance of the passage.

Are there more experts?

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw Jinqianbao dragging a burlap sack out, followed by Du Mu, who was pinching his face.

Upon seeing these two unfamiliar faces, especially Dumu, who was clearly not from Wakanda, everyone present immediately became alert.

"Who are you people!?"

Captain Okoye of the Royal Guard raised his spear and questioned him sharply.

"I am Nijadaka, son of Prince Nidrup!"

The leopard revealed his true identity directly.

"What!?"

A gasp of shock rippled through the crowd.

Nizobu was the younger brother of the old King Tchaka. He was sent to America as a spy in his early years and eventually died.

Only a very few high-ranking officials knew that on the day Nyjob completely lost contact, T'Chaka had secretly traveled to America in a Wakanda stealth ship to search for Nyjob, and upon his return, announced Nyjob's death.

Their minds were racing with ideas, but they didn't dare to think too much about it.

After all, the struggle for the crown prince position has always been like this.

But they didn't know that Nizobu actually had a son.

T'Challa looked bewildered; he had never heard his father mention this before.

He turned to look at his mother, Queen Ramanda, only to find her equally bewildered, clearly unaware of the situation.

T'Challa frowned, staring at the leopard, and asked, "How can you prove your identity?"

The leopard didn't answer, but instead opened its lower lip, revealing a faint blue tattoo beneath its skin.

That's a unique identifier for Wakanda's expatriates.

Any Wakanda who has fled abroad will use high technology to get this mark tattooed on them to prove their identity.

In fact, the leopard's tongue also hides a tattoo resembling the "Dun" hexagram from the Tianshan Dun hexagram.

That is the mark of the annihilation of the root of calamity through the tongue.

Anyone who tries to utter a pre-set taboo word or related information will immediately become paralyzed, unable to speak or move.

This is the reward Du Mu received for a previous mission.

He placed this seal on every Hydra member to prevent the truth serum from being accidentally leaked.

Of course, the seal of the severing of the root of tongue trouble will not usually appear on its own, and there will be no situation where one's identity is recognized through the curse seal.

Although Jinqianbao had been behaving obediently these days, Du Mu had never truly trusted him.

To prevent Jin Qianbao from having any bad ideas after the plan succeeds, Du Mu also placed a "Tongue Twister" on him to prevent future troubles.

Moreover, Hydra's technicians implanted various safeguards inside the leopard's body to ensure that its life remained in Du Mu's hands.

Du Mu did not use a brainwashing device on the leopard. If the other party turned into Bucky, it would be easy for people to notice something was wrong.

It's also unrealistic to have Wanda use chaos magic. The brainwashing effect of such magic needs to be maintained regularly, and you can't have her constantly traveling back and forth between Sokovia and Wakanda.

Jin Qianbao dared not object to this, and besides, he had no right to refuse.

Even if he were to become the king of Wakanda and take control of the entire country, he wouldn't be confident at all in defeating Dumu's mysterious forces.

Since you can't resist, just lie down and enjoy it!

T'Challa saw the tattoo on the leopard's lower lip and shook his head, saying, "This only proves you are Wakandan, it cannot completely confirm your specific identity."

"What about this one?"

The leopard took out a strangely shaped ring from his pocket.

T'Challa's pupils constricted slightly.

He recognized the ring; his grandfather had given a pair of identical rings to his two sons, Tchaka and Nizobu.

T'Challa himself also had such a ring, which was given to him by T'Chaka.

"So you really are Nidrob's son."

Upon learning the other person's identity, T'Challa's tone softened, becoming more friendly.

Of course, if he knew that his father had killed the other man's father, he probably wouldn't have reacted this way.

"But who is he?"

T'Challa turned his gaze to Du Mu behind the leopard, his expression turning serious again: "Outsiders are not allowed to enter Wakanda."

Du Mu smiled slightly: "I am his relative, so I am not an outsider."

Everyone:

Bullshit, you don't even have the same shade, how can you be related?

Jin Qianbao explained somewhat awkwardly, "Ahem, he's my cousin, the son of my mother's cousin's wife's cousin, and he's Asian."

Hearing about this completely unrelated family relationship, everyone was speechless.

A tribal elder said coldly, "Even so, he is not a Wakandan. According to the rules, he cannot enter Wakandan."

The leopard didn't argue; it simply threw the sack in front of it, and a corpse rolled out.

"That's Ulysses Klaue, that damned little thief!"

Many people present recognized the body, and a chorus of shocked and angry gasps immediately rang out.

If you were to ask who the Wakandas hate the most, it would undoubtedly be Klaue.

Klaue led a group of thugs to infiltrate Wakanda to steal vibranium, killing many of their own people in the process. The Wakanda people hated him to the core.

"That's right, this is Klaue, the sinister vibranium thief."

The leopard raised his voice: "My...cousin and I braved countless dangers to track him down and fought to the death to wipe him out and his gang of thugs and accomplices! We protected Wakanda's honor! We avenged those innocent compatriots who died tragically!"

"Such kindness doesn't even qualify us to set foot in Wakandars?!"

Everyone fell silent upon hearing this.

Someone still whispered hesitantly, "But he's not a Wakanda after all..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was glared at by dozens of eyes around him, including two tribal elders.

They all had relatives who died in that riot. Du Mu helped them kill Klaue, which was undoubtedly avenging their relatives. Such a debt of gratitude could never be repaid.

If you won't even let anyone into your home, they'll probably slap themselves when they wake up at night.

"In that case, he is a distinguished guest of Wakanda and is fully entitled to stay here."

T'Challa made his decision, then fixed his gaze on the leopard before changing the subject.

"But you just said you wanted to challenge me?"

"That's right!"

The golden leopard stepped forward and proclaimed, "As the son of Nijob, and by the right bestowed upon me by the royal blood flowing through my veins, I challenge you for the title of King of Wakanda!"

T'Challa's expression changed slightly.

He never expected that his cousin, whom he had never met before, would be the one vying with him for the throne of Wakanda.

"Alright! I accept your challenge!"

T'Challa agreed without much thought.

The people at the scene were visibly shocked.

Two royal bloodlines vying for the throne of Wakanda, Miao is truly...

"That was so exciting!"

Everyone immediately turned to look.

Who was it that had the guts to speak their minds?

As it turned out, they discovered that the person speaking was none other than Du Mumiao, an outsider.

He found a spot closest to the platform and sat down, holding a handful of sunflower seeds. He watched the two people in the arena with great interest, as if he couldn't wait for them to start fighting.

This is a sacred ritual fight, not a UFC fight!

The crowd gritted their teeth and dismembered the corpse.

However, since Techara had already acknowledged Du Mu's status as a guest, they had no choice but to pretend they hadn't seen him.

The purple-robed elder cleared his throat, drawing everyone's attention back: "Now that the challenge has been established, the ritual must be followed. The loser faces only death or surrender, while the victor reigns supreme!"

Boom!Boom!Boom!Boom!

With the encouragement of the atmosphere-building group, T'Challa and the Leopard each stood on one side of the platform.

"You just went through a battle, I can let you rest for a while before you come back, so you won't say I'm bullying you."

The golden leopard took the weapon handed to him by the purple-robed elder, took off his clothes, and revealed the dense bumps all over his body. The density of the bumps was so great that people with trypophobia would probably faint.

"No need, come on."

T'Challa raised the contradiction in his hand, assuming a fighting stance.

The leopard stared at T'Challa and suddenly asked, "Are you sure the Black Panther's power is gone from the chaos?"

T'Challa assumed the leopard was worried about him cheating, and said frankly, "Don't worry, I have already driven out the Black Panther's power in front of everyone. The battle at the Seed Field was absolutely fair and just."

The leopard grinned and said, "I'd better be careful, Miao, lest I accidentally kill you."

T'Challa's lips twitched. What an arrogant guy.

"Watch out, don't die easily."

As soon as the leopard finished speaking, he suddenly sprang up and thrust his short spear at T'Challa.

T'Challa quickly raised his shield to block.

clang!

With a crisp sound, Techara took several steps back.

He was startled; the opponent's strength was actually several levels greater than Mbaku's.

Before T'Challa could adjust, the leopard launched another attack, its moves extremely ruthless, all aimed at fatal blows.

The leopard had already eaten the kebabs in advance, and its already enhanced physical attributes surged again, making it a match for T'Challa who had taken the Heart-Shaped Herb, let alone T'Challa who had now lost the effects of the Heart-Shaped Herb.

T'Challa was completely overwhelmed by the leopard and unable to retaliate, so he could only defend himself.

After several exchanges, T'Challa's shield was marked with scratches, and his left arm, which held the shield, was sore and numb.

We can't fight it head-on.

T'Challa quickly changed tactics, using the same methods he used against Mbaku. He seized an opening, forcefully tackled the leopard to the ground, and wrapped his black-haired legs around the leopard's neck.

"Nice! Brother's locked that guy up!"

T'Challa's sister, Suri, cheered from the front row.

"Wrong. In my opinion, it was Nijadaka who locked up your brother."

Du Mu came over unnoticed, cracking sunflower seeds.

As he said.

The next second, the leopard suddenly used its powerful core strength to forcefully pull T'Challa up and slam him to the ground.

T'Challa let out a muffled groan of pain and involuntarily loosened his two hairy legs.

Su Rui exclaimed incredulously, "This guy is actually incredibly skilled!"

She thought that with her brother's strength, defeating a leopard that appeared out of nowhere would be a piece of cake.

Unexpectedly, T'Challa was completely outmatched in a short period of time.

Du Mu swayed and began to speak like a commentator: "You guys don't know what Nijadaka went through. He joined the army as an adult and later joined the American Commandos. He participated in countless battles, killed countless enemies, and finally successfully forged his body into a monster of muscles. He became famous for his leopard-style fist and was nicknamed 'Leopard Yu'."

Su Rui was shocked: "Then isn't my brother in great danger?"

Du Mu nodded heavily: "Yes, unless your brother can break Nijadaka's Leopard Fist."

"What is Leopard Fist?"

"I have to have a good talk about Miao. The Leopard Fist is..."

The two started chatting while eating sunflower seeds, completely ignoring the two people still fighting for their lives on the field.

Queen Ramanda:

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Your brother is about to be beaten to death, and you still have the mood to sit in the sun, eat sunflower seeds, and chat!

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