A certain man from the motherland

The sharp sword cut down, and the flesh and blood of the neck bones were split open.

T'Chaka's old body lay down, his head almost moved, his neck was cut in half, and his white bones were exposed.

The king who had held the throne for many years was killed in front of them.

"king……!"

The representatives of the four major tribes who were watching the battle exclaimed and couldn't bear to cover their mouths.

The king of Wakanda is a political, military and religious leader who represents extraordinary significance.

"No, father, you will not die."

Black Panther T'Challa rushed over in a hurry, his face lost all color, hugged his dying father, and spoke in a panic with a trembling voice.

But unable to bear it, the light in T'Challa's eyes quickly disappeared, and he turned into a corpse with full of shock and regret.

The golden leopard holding the blood-stained sword in his hand was stunned for a moment. He originally wanted to chop his sinister and despicable uncle on the shoulder. After defeating him, he would taunt him a few times and throw him off the cliff to death in front of everyone to vent his anger.

Hatred in my heart.

"Your father is too old, so old that he can't even stand still. He was brought here to be killed by me."

He shook off the blood on his sword and said mockingly.

Forget it, the result is the same anyway, but the scene is a little bloody.

The sword strike just now was thought to be dangerous. If T'Chaka was still young and the sword thrust was not unbalanced, he might have been defeated, but unfortunately he was already old.

Now he is dead!

"Why do you have the nerve to challenge my father?

He is almost sixty years old!"

The black panther turned back and roared angrily. Facing the enemy who killed his father, a murderous intent appeared on his face, like an angry cheetah ready to pounce, which made people shudder.

"T'Chaka, don't...don't leave me."

The queen who had lost her husband rushed up with a pale face, and lay crying on T'Chaka's body in great sorrow.

"When your father wore a vibranium armor and used claws that could tear apart steel plates, he stabbed his whole hand into my father's chest to kill him..." Golden Leopard laughed disdainfully, stared at him closely and continued: "But

No mercy for my father."

He turned to the crowd, opened his arms, and shouted loudly.

"I defeated the king, and from now on I am your new king!"

According to the ancestral rituals, this was indeed the case. The people of the four major tribes were silent and were about to bow their heads in salute.

"I, T'Challa, challenge you as the son of the late King T'Chaka."

With a low voice full of murderous intent, the Black Panther stood up suddenly and clenched his fists. He tried hard to suppress the urge not to immediately go up and tear the cousin who killed his father into pieces.

But the rituals passed down from our ancestors are sacred and cannot be violated.

"I will use your death to rest my father's soul."

"The old hatred of killing my father is over, and now a new hatred of killing my father is born."

Looking at the two people who were at war with each other, Ron touched his chin.

"Claude, I helped you get revenge, and you got what you wanted."

The killing of T'Challa was originally done by Klaw in the comics. In the comics, he was not a black market arms dealer, but an intellectual - an acoustic physicist.

In order to seize vibranium, he sneaked into Wakanda to launch a coup and killed T'Chaka.

It was not Ultron who turned him into a one-armed man. Black Panther, who avenged his father, used Crowe's sonic weapon to break his right hand.

Later, he installed a high-tech prosthesis that could release sound waves on his broken arm, specifically to fight against the Black Panther.

"Okay, I'll give you this chance."

Jin Leopard pointed contemptuously with the sword stained with T'Chaka's blood, and said.

"You can rest for a while, and then I will take off your head."

Not wanting to leave an excuse for the people, Black Panther gritted his teeth and resented it, and still suppressed his anger.

"Your father died too quickly just now, and I was just warming up."

But Jin Bao, who had just avenged his father, defeated the old king, and reached the pinnacle of his life, refused. He sneered and said slowly: "You don't have to wait for a while, I will send you to see your father right away."

"This guy seems a little carried away."

Ron looked on expressionlessly.

After graduating from college, Golden Leopard joined the Navy SEALs. The mass killings in Afghanistan were like playing video games. He was regarded as a murderer. After he retired from the army, he joined the underground world without any scruples.

On the other hand, after Black Panther graduated, he has been pampered as the prince of Wakanda. Although he has practiced martial arts, he has not seen much blood.

It's just... I'm afraid he doesn't understand what the protagonist's halo is and what secret operations are.

"Prince T'Challa, defeat him.

If he were allowed to take power, both the queen and the princess would be in danger."

The sad priest stepped forward, gave Black Panther the herb that dispelled the power of the heart-shaped grass, held his shoulders, and spoke in a complicated tone.

"I will."

Thinking it was just a simple sentence of encouragement and reminder, Black Panther replied without much thought before gritting his teeth and kneeling on the ground in pain.

Black and blue blood vessels appeared on his neck. The medicine took effect and the power of the heart-shaped grass was gradually eliminated.

"Oh, look, the heart-shaped grass, which only kings in the past were allowed to take, actually appeared on a prince."

"What do you mean, you father and son have already decided on the throne?"

The Golden Leopard, who would not miss any opportunity to damage the reputation of T'Chaka and his son, pointed at the Panther with his sword and shouted to the crowd, his voice echoing around the waterfall.

The black panther looked up at him with an ugly face, but couldn't say anything.

They looked at each other, and the representatives of the four major tribes had strange expressions.

This is indeed against the traditions of our ancestors.

Only when the prince succeeds in the challenge of the tribal warriors and becomes the king can he take the heart-shaped grass to stimulate his potential and gain great strength. Otherwise, he will give way to a stronger person.

But T'Challa and his son obviously did not follow tradition.

Some things can be done but not said.

Golden Leopard exposed this matter nakedly.

"I know you hate our father and son.

Fight, Eric, if you can win today.

Not only is my life yours, Wakanda is yours too."

Slowly standing up from the ground, the black panther looked angry and moved his body.

After a second, something felt slightly wrong with my body.

After taking the herbal medicine, the strength of the whole body was reduced and much weaker.

But it is only half the extent, and his power is still beyond that of ordinary humans: "Why is this happening?"

"as you wish!"

The unaware Golden Leopard grinned ferociously and pounced on him. His moves were simple and sharp. Every move was aimed at the vital point, and his long sword cut through the air quickly.

Facing the fierce and fierce attack, Black Panther kept retreating to resist, just like T'Chaka before, as if he seemed to be following in his father's footsteps.

But anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is different from before.

"T'Challa, avenge your father!"

The queen, who had served as the king's bodyguard and whose husband died, shouted with a ferocious expression and hatred.

"not good……"

Continuous attacks were easily blocked. The Golden Leopard was in a bad mood. He didn't see any panic on the Black Panther's face, and all the attacks were easily blocked.

The Black Panther keeps retreating because he has not launched an attack yet. What is he thinking when he blindly resists him?

"Why is this so?"

Realizing the meaning of what he just said, Black Panther struggled with hesitation in his heart.

This is undoubtedly cheating, cheating in the sacred challenge ceremony, deceiving and deceiving all citizens, this is blasphemy to the Black Panther Goddess!

But... the sophistication of the Leopard's moves surprised him.

The priest's words echoed in his ears. After fighting, he looked at his grieving mother and dead father.

"I'm sorry, I want to protect my family."

The Black Panther, who thought he was invincible under normal circumstances, focused his eyes and began to counterattack. The power of the sword was surprisingly strong, and he interrupted the Leopard's offensive as soon as he struck, forcing him to retreat easily.

A sword cut a wound in his abdomen, giving him the upper hand.

"Here we go, this time it's even more extreme than last time."

Glancing at the priest, Ron secretly thought.

Under the control of the priest, Black Panther has more remaining power than T'Chaka's heart-shaped grass.

It can be seen that his moves have been practiced hard and his basic skills are solid, but his adaptability is very clumsy. He relied solely on his extraordinary strength and speed to suppress the experienced, sophisticated and ruthless Golden Leopard.

After just a few seconds, Golden Leopard had several wounds on his body, cold sweat appeared on his forehead, and panic appeared in his eyes.

He felt that his defeat was certain.

"This is not okay.

This villain was prepared for me.

How can I ask you to kill me?"

He swayed and disappeared from the spot.

Wakanda is not only related to the X-Men's nuclear bomb defense methods and the development of adult compound No. 5, but Ron also plans to use Wakanda's power to influence the entire world and gain a large number of ability points.

No mistakes can be made.

The next second.

The endangered Golden Leopard suddenly felt an inexplicable force appear on the sword, which was beyond his control and stabbed out quickly and fiercely.

"That sword strike just now?"

The skin and flesh were rolled over from the deep wound, and blood was flowing down.

The Black Panther groaned and stomped back a few meters in pain, splashing water under his feet. He clutched his injured ribs and looked at the Golden Leopard in surprise.

The speed of that sword?

Is it the potential that bursts out at the critical moment of life and death?

Little did he know that the golden leopard who had just stabbed himself was a little confused. He quickly looked at Ron with fear in his eyes, and roughly guessed what was going on.

Without having time to think about it, he turned around and took advantage of the victory to attack and kill him. He fought with the black panther again, and the sound of weapons clashing could not be heard.

The ribs were injured, the wound was stretched, and the strength was affected. The Black Panther lost his previous extraordinary strength and speed and returned to normal levels.

"Now the situation has returned to a relatively fair stage."

Ron, who had been standing still in everyone's sight, chuckled. He didn't do much, but he just brought the two of them back to the same starting line.

Whether Black Panther can survive depends on Black Panther's own ability, but he estimates that Black Panther won't survive.

clang!

Without the strength and speed beyond ordinary people, the black panther quickly fell into a disadvantage. He was blocked from left to right and was in a panic. Soon, even the sword was knocked away, spinning seven or eight meters and stuck on the ground.

puff!

The cold blade broke through the flesh and penetrated into his stomach, severely injuring him.

"Is this your prince? T'Chaka's designated king?"

Disdainfully looking at the severely injured Black Panther kneeling on the ground in pain, the Golden Leopard shouted at the four major tribes, and his voice echoed.

"The king represents power, but also represents responsibility. He wants to protect Wakanda and lead you to the future. Is he the only one?"

As he spoke, he was about to slash with his sword, when the priest ran out and stopped in front of him.

"No, it was me who killed your father, kill me and let Prince T'Challa go!"

T'Chaka planted a spy around N'Jobu before he knew his every move. The current priest Zuri was the spy back then. N'Jobu was angry and took action against him, and was killed by T'Chaka.

"Both of you are going to die!"

Knowing this a long time ago, the angry Leopard quickly swung his sword twice.

The priest was killed, fell into the water, and died with his eyes open.

The future Black Panther covered his neck with blood gushing out, and fell down in disbelief, his body twitching. When he was dying, his head happened to fall in the direction of Ron, and he met Ron's indifferent eyes. He was in a state of indifference.

I felt something, but it was too late.

"No, son."

The queen, whose husband and son had just died, ran forward and hugged her son's body. Like a hyena queen on the grassland, she turned back and shouted fiercely: "Kill him. As the queen, I order you to kill him, kill this guy."

The murderer of kings and princes!"

The people of the four major tribes were indifferent.

Killing the king, princes and priests in one go. Although the new king was frighteningly cruel, according to tradition, she was no longer the queen.

"Meet the king..."

The Golden Leopard laughed proudly and glanced at the people who bowed their heads and surrendered to him. Only Ron stood motionless, which made him frown.

"You are no longer useful.

No matter what power you have, I am invincible when I put on the vibranium suit."

There are no superheroes flying around in the earth now. He is extremely confident in the vibranium suit and there is a sinister look in his eyes.

Ignoring the Leopard whose fate had been decided by him, Ron stared at the panel in front of him.

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