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Chapter 381: Leopard wins, Black Panther dies

Alan, Namor, and Morgan moved to the stands nearby.

The battle for the throne is Wakanda's most sacred ritual.

Any new king is eligible to take the heart-shaped grass and rely on the spiritual realm to reach the final resting place under the protection of the Leopard God to meet the royal ancestors and gain recognition.

At this time, Suri quietly came to Alan's side and said in disbelief: "Are you really Tony's uncle?"

Alan looked to be in his early twenties at most, but the problem was that Tony was at least nearly fifty.

"Looking back, Howard, Tony's dad, and I worked together at S.H.I.E.L.D. during World War II. We had a very close relationship."

Allen said seriously, "We are so in love and appreciate each other that we became half-brothers at the first word. We don't ask to be born on the same day, but we ask to die on different days."

"..."

Suri looked unconvinced and felt that something was wrong with Alan, a feeling that he couldn't describe.

"There's something wrong with him." Namor pointed at his head and reminded in a low voice.

Secretly, Suri had sent a message to Tony to confirm.

They did know Allen, and when they learned that Morgan was safe, they stopped asking further questions.

Now that the Avengers are investigating Extremis, Tony naturally realizes that it would be more dangerous if his daughter returned to him.

Although Allen's equipment is unreliable, it is safe.

Suddenly, a figure walked out of the passage, holding a shield and a battle axe, with only a skirt armor around his waist for protection, no other armor. The most eye-catching thing was his dreadlocks.

After all, black people generally have bald heads or short hair, and hair that is too long will easily become frizzy and difficult to manage.

When Leopard Eric came on stage, Suri's eyes showed hostility.

As a sister, she naturally rejected from the bottom of her heart a relative who attempted to seize the throne of her brother.

"There's something wrong with this person."

Alan looked at the tattoo on Eric's chest and asked bluntly, "He's so dark, what's the point of the tattoo? I can't even see what it's tattooed on."

"..."

That makes a lot of sense.

From a distance, it looks like unwashed mud.

Soon after, Black Panther T'Challa came on stage.

Same outfit, but with a short sword as the weapon.

The two stood opposite each other, waiting for the tribal chiefs to announce the start.

At this moment, the people on the cliff were already boiling with excitement.

The battle for the throne does not require high-tech weapons, but can only be decided through primitive fighting.

"Fight! Fight! Fight..."

The shouts heralded the beginning of the fight.

Neither T'Challa nor Eric was in a hurry to launch the attack first. They locked their eyes on each other and adjusted their positions to look for flaws.

With the crisp sound of metallic collision of weapons, a fierce battle ensued.

The two were evenly matched and fought back and forth.

The people watching the game became more and more excited.

"Pirate King, who do you think will win?" Alan asked deliberately.

As expected, the Leopard won, but the Black Panther had a slight advantage.

"It should be T'Challa. I have fought with him and he is not inferior to me in combat experience." Namor affirmed.

"My brother will definitely win. Eric's desire to seize power is simply wishful thinking." Suri vowed.

"Grandpa, why are they fighting?"

Morgan opened his eyes wide, trying to see who the bad guy was.

"Love turns to hate." Allen said very confidently.

"What is love turning into hate?" Morgan asked incomprehensibly.

"They both love each other, but cannot be together due to worldly reasons, so the love in their hearts is distorted, causing them to resent each other for not being willing to make sacrifices for each other..."

Alan talked nonsense in a serious tone and Morgan listened with admiration, thinking that his grandfather knew everything and spoke very logically.

However, Suri's face became darker.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Eric shouted to stop, and T'Challa cast a questioning look. Eric pointed his axe at Allen in the stands and cursed without any hesitation: "If you say anything nonsense to me again, I will chop you to death on the spot. There is a limit to spreading rumors. Let me hear you say one more word."

Try and die.

"I'm so anxious. I'm so anxious to expose the truth."

Allen said meanly: "I won't discriminate against you. If you love someone, you should say it out loud. I support you."

"I support you too," Morgan agreed.

"In the grass!"

Eric, who was extremely furious, threw the axe without hesitation, and it was not difficult to see from his murderous eyes that he had the intention to kill.

The axe swirled and whizzed through the air.

Suddenly, the audience exclaimed.

And Alan simply stretched out two fingers, easily clamped the axe blade, and asked with a slightly provocative look: "That's it?"

"..."

In an instant, Eric's expression changed.

From shock to stupor, and then regaining composure.

"Give it back to you."

Alan casually threw the axe back.

As it circled in the air, a rustling sound was heard.

Eric's pupils shrank, a chill ran down his spine, and he dodged decisively.

Bang!
Then there was a loud explosion.

The place where he was originally standing was hit hard by the battle axe, splashing a circle of water. For a moment, one could see that the impact force caused a hole in the water flow, and the axe blade was deeply embedded in the shattered rock.

This scene not only shocked Eric, but also T'Challa who was waiting could not help but cast a look of respect, and even the others had serious expressions.

In fact, the throwing action was too casual and not much strength was used. I couldn't imagine the result of a full-strength attack.

"continue."

Eric retrieved the battle axe and resumed the fight.

During this period, Alan stopped making trouble and waited quietly for the result.

"T'Challa is going to lose."

The words shocked everyone.

Only the people in the stands could hear it, but due to Alan's terrifying strength, they dared not refute it.

"Impossible, I believe I have a brother." Shuri refused to believe the facts and always believed in T'Challa's strength.

From Namor's solemn expression, it can be seen that he has observed that T'Challa is at a disadvantage.

boom!
T'Challa was slow to react and was met with a powerful punch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eric pursued the victory.

A heavy blow.

T'Challa has fallen into unconsciousness.

"Stand up!"

Suri anxiously wanted to step forward, but the guard immediately stopped him with his weapon and signaled with his eyes not to break the rules.

Once the royal family breaks the rules, the tribes will no longer obey and follow the royal family's orders.

At this point, T'Challa no longer had the strength to stand up.

Eric naturally refused to let go of the opportunity for revenge, and he held up the son of his father's murderer, then looked up at everyone, as if announcing that he was the real king.

At this moment, the people of Wakanda were silent.

There was disbelief in his eyes.

Black Panther T'Challa serves as king and implements many policies for the country and the people. In their eyes, he is a qualified and benevolent king.

"stop!"

Queen Ramanda suddenly stood up from her seat and shouted to stop Eric's next move.

T'Challa was lifted high up, Eric walked to the edge of the platform, looked at the people in the stands with cold eyes, and the next moment threw them down the waterfall.

(End of this chapter)