Sincere Heart in Jianghu

Klecker laughed: "You mean, the victor is the king? Whoever can win this battle will be the true hero amongst heroes, and only then will they have the right to be the king of my people? "

Kleiman nodded: "That's right! "All of the people here are men who are made of iron, but to become the king, one has to have more iron bones than most people. Third brother, what do you think?"

The two of them saw that the situation was already like this and that there was no other choice, so they silently walked to the center. The fight between the Tofu People, regardless of method or method, was only for the purpose of defeating the other.

After that, he got up and left. He did not care about the outcome of the competition, because no matter what the outcome was, the victor would win the love and respect of the entire clan.

And this love would definitely allow him to turn back into a human, because after this battle of blood and spirit, both of their souls would be purified and ascended to the next level, and this battle for the throne would come to an end.

Yang Ming felt that he had completed his mission. He left quickly and quickly, he had already sent a message to Ning Yuan, asking him to send the princess back to Lou Lan. The two of them would meet up three days later, and head back to Qingcheng to report to the sect.

Yang Ming immediately galloped more than five kilometers away, and when he saw the open space around him, he reined his horse and dismounted.

During this period of time, even though he was hidden in the shadows, he was constantly thinking about how to settle this matter. When he told Kleiman to use the most primitive method to go one last time with him, and see the firmness and unyielding expression that emerged on Kleiman's face, along with the loyalty she had, he already believed that had been reborn.

Yang Ming did not want his to calm down, because the momenthe did, she would think of Song Qing, Zhao Ling’er and Ling Qing.

Yang Ming was also someone who had feelings for him. After separating from Zhao Ling’er during this period of time, he understood even more clearly what he was thinking about. In fact, every time he was lonely, the first person that appeared in his mind was still Song Qing.

Yang Ming's pain was that he could not let anyone know the true feelings in his heart.

Looking in the distance in the direction of Qingcheng, Yang Ming's heart gradually calmed down. This time, he had finally lived up to Master's teachings, and he had finally done something that was worthy of the world.

On the other side, Kleiman and Klecker had already prepared everything, they were waiting for the clan members to let out their voices, and would begin the battle.

According to the tradition, the two of them took off their clothes and covered their private parts with a few pieces of cloth.

The villagers would use the voices of the wild beasts to cheer for the two of them. That voice sounded extremely terrifying, but it was also extremely shocking. Under that kind of atmosphere, it would naturally arouse a person's most primitive bloodlust.

The two of them were expressionless, and each had their teeth clenched tightly. This battle was actually a dialogue between blood and spirit. It was a choice between life and death.

The crowd quietened down and the two of them slowly moved forward. Their eyes met, and the veins on their hands popped out bit by bit. Their breathing became ragged.

The surroundings were deathly silent. Even if a needle dropped onto the ground, a clear sound could still be heard.

The two of them simultaneously let out beast-like cries. That sound dragged a long distance, and it was extremely bright, spreading far and wide.

The two charged at each other at the same time. Without any probing, they tightly embraced each other. There were no martial arts moves, only a simple and crude tearing.

One person would be knocked down, while the other would laugh out loud and pull that person to his feet. He didn't avoid the attack at all, because the people of Xufan respected heroes, and the men who dared to confront them.

The two of them did not use any martial arts techniques, nor did they use any inner strength. They only relied on their own strength to contend against each other, because at this time, if they used any techniques or inner strength, they would forever be looked down upon by the clan.

This was how they solved the most complex disputes in the most primitive and traditional way.

The atmosphere was extremely quiet. Everyone was looking at them with rapt attention. Any of their actions would fall into the eyes of everyone present, and the heroes in their hearts could not be tolerated in the slightest.

The undodging fighting style of the two of them consumed a lot of physical strength. In less than two hours, their bodies were covered in sweat and their faces were green and purple. The corners of their eyes were broken and their noses were crooked. It could not hide their fierce gazes at all.

This savage-like battle was extremely brutal and tested the willpower of others.

Kleiman's eyes were already blurry. Both of his eyes were already red and swollen, and there was only a small crack on them.

Kleiman clenched her teeth, and once again released that beast-like voice, as she used all her strength to charge towards Klecker.

The two of them tightly embraced each other as they beat each other with their hands. Their feet also had no intention of stopping. As long as they could move, they would attack the other with all their might.

Blood was already flowing out of their bodies, flowing down the ground to a distance of more than ten meters.

No one went forward to stop them, because before anyone fell, the battle would not end. The two did not have the slightest bit of fear, and instead revealed an even more sinister expression.

Such a duel was extremely rare on the prairie. The surrounding people were slowly affected by these two people's bravery, and the unity and heroic spirit of these people were gradually being restored.

They seemed to have forgotten that their king and prince had just left this world. They also seemed to have forgotten that one of the two had done something to let down their entire clan.

For hundreds of years, there had been a tradition among the Tubo race. As long as they could pass through this trial, the survivors would receive the respect and love of their entire clan, regardless of what this person had done in the past.