A certain man from the motherland

Ron glanced at Eric.

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

Taking a step forward, Eric emphasized, showing the blue-light ID that was created by special means in the lower lip of each Wakandan.

"And I brought a gift to my country."

Unpack the body bag.

Revealing a dead-eyed head.

"Ulysses Crow, it's him!

It's great that he's dead."

"This despicable thief and murderer is finally dead."

Others shouted excitedly. As the leader of the border tribe, Wakabi glared at the corpse of his father-killing enemy with hatred and gasped.

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

Ron put his hands behind his hands and chuckled.

More than ten years ago, Ulysses Klaue, under the guidance of Ni Job, was caught and tried while sneaking into Wakanda to steal vibranium. In order to escape, he detonated a bomb at the border.

The people suffered heavy losses, including Wakabi's father, the leader of the frontier tribe of the previous generation.

"There is no identity in the national records, but your identity certificate is not fake. You can enter Wakanda..."

After watching for a while, Wakabi took a deep breath and looked away, refusing to allow Ron to enter Wakanda.

"But he can't!"

There are too many secrets in Wakanda that cannot be known to outsiders, and the huge vibranium mines and advanced technology will be coveted by outsiders.

Ron glanced at him lightly.

"I am the royal family of the Leopard clan. I cannot kill Crow without him. He will enter with me!"

He took out a ring and held it high, looked at Ron carefully, and Eric took a step forward and emphasized.

It was his father's relic, which could prove his identity and was left by his grandfather, the previous Black Panther.

He is very clear about Wakanda's customs.

Whoever challenges the king and wins can become the new king.

T'Chaka was old, but he was still young. Years of killing had honed his fighting skills to perfection, but he never came back.

"T'Chaka is a despicable person who may not abide by ancient rituals. I must use the powerful power of this person to take revenge and become the king."

"As for becoming a queen...the King of Wakanda will not surrender to anyone!"

While he argued for Ron, ferocity and ambition flashed calmly in his eyes.

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

Did he help you kill Crow?

OK, he can go in."

Things are weird. Wakabi doesn't understand why the ring of the previous generation Prince Nejobu appears in other people's hands. I'm afraid the king will have to deal with this matter. He agrees with Ron to enter Wakanda.

Wakanda has always hidden that it is powerful, isolated from the world, has great power and is not afraid of any enemy.

That incident more than ten years ago was the most serious loss of manpower in Wakanda in the past century, and it was almost a national humiliation for Wakanda.

"He helped us deal with Wakanda's enemies and is qualified to become Wakanda's friend."

"Qualify yourself as a friend of Wakanda?"

Ron smiled silently and said nothing.

…

Inside Wakanda.

It is different from the backward villages disguised outside.

Under the huge energy dome equipped with optical camouflage technology, row upon row of high-rise buildings, an ultra-modern city with extremely advanced technology spread across the land, adjacent to a large waterfall and lake.

The upper floors of one of the buildings are where the king handles important matters.

King T'Chaka, who is in his fifties and sixties, has an aging appearance and wears glasses, sitting on a black throne, with his queen on one side, and Prince T'Challa, the future Black Panther, standing beside him.

The heads of the remaining four tribes sat below.

After glancing at Ron twice, he didn't pay much attention. He looked at Eric with a complex expression and solemnly. He was even more worried that his brother's son had come back full of hatred.

There was a long silence.

Ron looked at T'Chaka on the throne. In the original plot, when Eric came back for revenge, T'Chaka was already dead, and T'Challa was in charge of 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 obtaining Charles' abilities will no longer be a problem."

Looking at the father and son, a look of indifference flashed across his eyes.

There are only nearly 90,000 ability points left.

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

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

It should be enough to affect the fate of Black Panther, Golden Panther, T'Chaka and Black Panther's sister Shuri.

"Strange, who is this person?..."

Everyone else was paying attention to Eric. The future Black Panther T'Challa secretly paid attention to Ron, even more than his cousin Eric who suddenly appeared. For some reason, he felt something bad about Ron.

a feeling of.

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

Without saying a word, are you confessing your crime of killing my father?"

Eric said angrily when he saw T'Chaka.

"T'Chaka killed Nejobu? That's impossible?"

In addition to the leader of the Frontier Tribe, the other three tribes in Wakanda, the Merchant Tribe, the River Tribe and the Mountain Mine Tribe, are all headed by three old men. They exclaimed in surprise when they heard this sentence.

The royal family members killed each other, which shocked them.

Upon hearing this, T'Challa suddenly looked at his father, frowning in disbelief.

boom!

"quiet."

There was a lot of discussion, and the woman in the king's guard struck the vibranium spear hard, and the palace became quiet.

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

T'Chaka frowned and remained calm, his voice heavy and majestic with weathered weather, resounding throughout the room.

"That's enough, you and I both know the facts.

If you really had no fault at all, why did you abandon me in New York and not dare to take me back to Wakanda, for fear that I would take revenge and steal your throne when I grew up?"

Eric sneered angrily.

"I will now launch an ancient and sacred challenge to you as the royal family of the Leopard clan!"

"this……"

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

"Okay, I agree."

"Father……"

T'Challa exclaimed that his father was already old, but Eric was old and ferocious and was not easy to deal with.

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

T'Chaka waved his hand with a heavy expression.

"The Wakandans challenged the king, and the king challenged him to remove the power of the heart-shaped grass. His body was aging, so why did he agree so easily."

Looking at T'Chaka who agreed happily, Ron smiled. The old king was probably going to use some tricks.

Leopard felt lucky and excited. He was most afraid that T'Chaka would use his father's treason as a reason to forcefully refuse the ancient challenge ceremony, saying that he was of traitor blood and exiled him.

Now he can kill his father's enemy with his own hands in the ancestral ceremony.

…

People from the four major tribes were quickly summoned and came to perform ancient rituals at the waterfall.

After drinking the herbal medicine prepared by the priest, black and blue veins appeared on his neck. The power of T'Chaka's heart-shaped herbal medicine was suppressed and removed. After groaning in pain, his whole body suddenly aged a lot.

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

On the other hand, Eric was staring at T'Chaka, eager to make a move, waving his sword fiercely, figuring out where to strike the enemy with the first sword.

"Huhu... come on, kid.

Your father has brought betrayal and shame to this country. You are not qualified to challenge me as a royal family, but I, T'Chaka, will still give you this opportunity!"

After taking a few weak breaths, T'Challa looked solemn and guilty, holding a long sword and getting into a fighting stance.

"Stop talking nonsense and pay for my father's life!"

With a loud shout, the leopard with red eyes went to kill him.

clang!

There was a sword exchange, and as a young and powerful man, he put T'Chaka at a disadvantage with one sword stroke, and then attacked one after another, causing T'Chaka to retreat continuously and face danger.

The queen and the panther watched nervously and worried.

The four major tribes couldn't bear to see their weakened king being bullied in this way, and there was a surge of resentment in their hearts.

"Although this is in line with ancestral rituals, challenging an old king is definitely not what a warrior would do!"

Among them, an old man said angrily, leaning on his crutches.

Only Wakabi of the Border Tribe is different. Eric and Ron helped him avenge his father, and he was already dissatisfied with T'Chaka's "inaction".

Everyone thought T'Chaka was in danger.

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

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

Under his perspective, the skin disappeared, and every inch of T'Chaka's muscles bulged and tightened, unable to escape his eyes.

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

The priest who had previously released the power of the heart-shaped grass had a strange expression on his face.

"Because I violated the sacred duty of a priest?"

Turning his gaze back, he understood the secret - T'Chaka's heart-shaped grass power had not been completely removed at all, there was still some residue.

"Killing the royal brother without trial and discarding the royal bloodline is unreasonable. T'Chaka needs a painful drama to restore his image in the eyes of the people."

In fact, Ron didn't mean to be disparaging in any way. This is what a qualified king should be like. People's hearts are complicated, and a simple person cannot be a monarch.

"Then T'Chaka should pretend to be struggling and persevere, and luckily find an opportunity to defeat."

Sure enough, it didn't take long.

T'Chaka, who had two more wounds on his body, was forced to the side of the waterfall, and further down was the Wanzhang Waterfall. He suddenly struck out with a sword, as if he had to use it in a panic.

But the castration was precisely aimed at piercing Eric's chest.

Eric jumped up and swung his sword to chop down, but suddenly he felt something bad, and there was a trace of panic on his face.

When the outcome is about to be reversed.

Suddenly, time seemed to have been paused.

The water stopped flowing, and water splashed and solidified in the air.

Everyone's expressions were fixed on their faces.

It seems to have become a frozen picture.

Only Ron can move.

He slowly flew next to the two of them, condescending like a god, stroking his chin, watching this thrilling and tense fighting scene with great interest.

He stretched out a slender finger and gently tapped T'Chaka's sword edge.

Returning to the original position, time seemed to flow again.

T'Chaka was surprised to find an inexplicable and irresistible force coming from his sword, and it deflected away, stabbing the sword in the air.

Eric swung his sword down hard.

His eyes widened in horror.

Blood flew out, and a shrill scream followed.

"No!……"

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