This was a battle that would shake the hearts of everyone!
It wasn't because of how high the martial arts of the duel was. After all, in the Wild World, being a magic warrior was just a step into the palace of martial arts.
There were about ten Demon Warriors in the foreign army that Vanquish Demons had sent out.
His shocking turn of events was due to the unexpected!
Everyone thought that the pretty boy, Lan Ling, would not be able to withstand a single blow and would be dismembered and eaten.
However, not only did Lan Ling win, but he did so in a domineering manner.
Without using any techniques, he killed the Wildhorse Tribe's Berserker with one sword strike at a time.
In the end, he couldn't even break through the Berserker's steel scales. He only used his strength to shatter the Berserker's bones, organs, and body into a meat patty.
This was in line with the barbarians' understanding and worship of strength.
It was a pure crushing of strength without any techniques or speed.
Even Chief Constantine couldn't hide his surprise.
According to his understanding, Lan Ling was only a level-7 warrior. This was the data Soma had reported when he appointed Lan Ling as the deputy centurion. Obviously, Soma wouldn't lie about this.
Constantine had powerful mental strength. When he sensed a person, he could determine that person's cultivation level from the energy aura emitted from the person's body.
Therefore, according to his judgment, Soma wasn't lying.
Lan Ling was a level-7 warrior, but how could he defeat a Magic Warrior Berserker?
Furthermore, he used his strength to crush the enemy to death?
This was too unbelievable. Could it be that the descendants of demons were so heaven-defying? He, Constantine, was also a descendant of demons!
At this moment, everyone was looking at Constantine.
"Hahaha …" Constantine laughed and said, "Well done. I, the warrior of the Chimera tribe, will give you the credit of 13 heads in this battle."
In a duel before the battle, the victor would be awarded 10 heads. Since the opponent was a Magic Warrior, he would be awarded another three heads. Therefore, he would be awarded 13 heads.
"Thank you, Chief!" Lan Ling said.
Then, he returned to the formation amidst the cheers of his foreign brothers!
When he passed by every foreign soldier, they all raised their fists and punched Lan Ling's shoulder.
In the Savage World, this was a very intimate action, and it represented brotherly love.
In this battle, Lan Ling won the hearts of most of the foreign troops.
The centurion of the cavalry, Lei Tong, stepped forward and bumped into Lan Ling's shoulder. Then, he hugged Lan Ling's back and hit him hard on the back. "Good brother, after this battle, I will report to Lord Suo Mo. You will be the centurion, and I will be your assistant."
These were the men of the foreign army.
When they look down on you, they won't hide it. They'll show it directly.
And when you gain their respect, they will treat official positions as worthless and give them to you.
Lan Ling laughed and said, "Big Brother Lei, maybe after a while, I will have to fight for the position of Senior Captain, so you should keep this centurion position for yourself."
"Haha, okay." Lei Tong said, "Tonight, I will go to Lord Suo Mo and kneel. I actually doubted him. I really deserve to die. I hope he won't blame me."
At this time, the one who felt the most uncomfortable was undoubtedly Du Yan.
He didn't think that Lan Ling's victory was that amazing. He only felt that Lan Ling was very cunning.
He was deliberately hiding his strength. For the past ten days, he had been training with Dina on purpose so that people would look down on him. Then, he would create an opportunity to amaze the world with a single brilliant feat.
Immediately, he felt even more disgusted with Lan Ling.
At this time, he went forward and extended his hand to Lan Ling. "Lan Ling, my little brother, you're so scheming. However, there's nothing to hide with just this little bit of strength! "
From Du Yan's point of view, Lan Ling's so-called pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger was a joke.
He had seen clearly just now that killing that magic warrior level Berserker was already Lan Ling's limit. In other words, he was only a three or four-star magic warrior. The gap between him and Du Yan was like the distance between heaven and earth. He would never be able to catch up in this lifetime.
Hiding his strength with just this level was too laughable. This was like a person on Earth who only had a junior high education level telling others that he had actually just graduated from primary school. How laughable and pathetic.
Lan Ling smiled. "Don't worry, my cultivation is worse than you think."
But he didn't extend his hand to shake.
He didn't mind letting all his brothers in the foreign army see that he and Du Yan weren't on good terms.
Du Yan's face twitched as he stared at Lan Ling with contempt. He didn't even bother to look down on him.
Lan Ling actually had his tail up after winning such a small victory. What a shallow and ignorant trash.
"The war has only just begun. I hope you can make more contributions and harvest more heads," Du Yan said coldly. "Otherwise, foster father will have to live frugally to support your daughter."
Then, Du Yan turned around and left.
Seeing Lan Ling and Du Yan standing against each other like this, the brothers in the foreign army became troubled again.
In the battle just now, Lan Ling dissolved their estrangement, making them full of favorable impressions of Lan Ling.
However, Du Yan had been in the foreign army for more than ten years. In these ten years, how many enemies had he killed, how many contributions had he made, and how many miracles had he created?
So in terms of weight, Lan Ling was still far from being comparable to Du Yan.
And when the two of them stood against each other, it meant that the brothers in the foreign army had to take sides. It was really a headache.
"Don't worry, I definitely won't let you down in terms of contributions." Lan Ling said, "Du Yan, why don't we have a match?"
Du Yan narrowed his eyes and glanced at Lan Ling. "You want to compete with me? Sorry, you don't have the qualifications. You don't even have the qualifications to compete with a finger of mine. Please don't sully me. "
His arrogant appearance really made people hate him to the extreme.
Lan Ling said, "In this battle, how about we compete to see who reaps more heads?"
Du Yan said, "Lan Ling, don't try to pull me to the same level as you to raise your value. You're not worthy yet. I'm not willing to compete with a fool who views the sky from the bottom of a well. I'm not even willing to stand together with him. "
He really had a venomous tongue. Every sentence was extremely sarcastic toward Lan Ling.
Lan Ling said, "Regardless of whether you accept it or not, in short, I've already declared war on you."
Du Yan said, "A fool holding a wooden stick and charging at a mountain is called declaring war on a mountain? An idiot inserting his lower body into the ground is called raping the entire earth. You don't ask if the mountain agrees or not? Don't ask if the earth agrees or not? I'll still say that, whatever clown act you want to do, up to you, but don't drag me into it! "
This person's venomous tongue was really awesome. It really made one's stomach explode from anger.
Lan Ling didn't care at all. In fact, his intentions were very despicable. Just as Du Yan said, his martial arts were far inferior to Du Yan's, but he forcefully pulled Lan Ling to the same level as him to compare.
That's right, he wanted to forcibly compete with Du Yan.
Moreover, he wanted all the brothers in the foreign army to remember this competition. They wanted to see who reaps more heads, him or Du Yan.
If he lost to Du Yan? That didn't matter at all. It was very normal, wasn't it?
And if Lan Ling defeated Du Yan, or even was on par with Du Yan, then his status and weight in the hearts of the foreign army brothers would rise once again.
"Du Yan, if I win, I don't need you to do anything else. I just need you to kneel and apologize to Foster Father in front of all the foreign army brothers and say that you were wrong," Lan Ling said loudly so that everyone in the foreign army could hear him clearly.
Lan Ling, who had ulterior motives, was forcefully making an impression again.
Du Yan clearly understood Lan Ling's sinister intentions. Whether he was willing or not, he was going to be dragged into the battlefield by Lan Ling to compete with him.
Immediately, Du Yan gritted his teeth and said, "If you lose, I only have one request. Stay away from Dina. Don't use your vulgar eyes to sully her. Don't get within three feet of her."
"Alright, it's a deal." Lan Ling said, "If I win, you must kneel and apologize to Foster Father. If I lose, you must stay away from Dina. "
Lan Ling said loudly.
This bet made all the foreign army brothers vaguely feel that Lan Ling was much more magnanimous.
He was fighting for the dignity of his uncle, Suo Mo.
As for Du Yan, he was actually fighting for the sake of women. Obviously, he was inferior.
Suo Mo had decided to betroth Dina to Lan Ling. After hearing the bet between the two of them, he wanted to stop them.
However, he didn't say anything in the end because this bet was initiated by Lan Ling.
After the battle just now, Suo Mo had a whole new level of respect for Lan Ling.
Not only in terms of martial arts, but also in terms of his willpower and wisdom. It was obvious that Lan Ling wasn't a child. He used to be the ruler of a country. No matter what he did, he had his reasons.
As a senior, Suo Mo should protect him, but he couldn't make decisions on his behalf.
Lan Ling picked up a wooden stick from the ground and broke it in half, indicating that they were making a bet.
Originally, he should have broken a sword, but the foreign army was too poor. It wasn't good for their image to be wasted like this.
"It's a deal." Du Yan's expression was ice-cold. He took out a sword from a soldier beside him and broke it in half!
At this moment, Du Yan's image in the hearts of the foreign army brothers slipped a little bit.
Lan Ling still knew how to cherish his brothers' weapons. He only broke a wooden stick, but Du Yan casually took out a sword and broke it in half. That was a weapon that the foreign army relied on to survive.
Now, one of their brothers didn't have a sword. How was he going to fight?
In the end, under Lan Ling's kidnapping, a bet was officially established.
Lan Ling and Du Yan would compete in merits. This battle would see who could harvest more heads.
This bet would be deeply engraved in the hearts of all the foreign brothers.
On the other hand, if Lan Ling won, his prestige and weight would increase once again.
Relying on these methods, Lan Ling would rise rapidly and eventually be on par with Du Yan or even surpass him.
...
In the duel just now, the Wildhorse tribe's representative had been defeated and had lost all face.
If there was a great disparity in strength between the two sides, it wouldn't be a big deal. However, everyone felt that Lan Ling was extremely weak and that the Wildhorse tribe's Berserker was much stronger.
In the end, the Berserker died tragically and Lan Ling obtained a complete victory.
The weaker side had won. This wasn't a good sign. It could be a sign that the war had been lost.
The savage world was extremely superstitious, so the defeat of this duel made the Wildhorse tribe's chief very unhappy!
He wanted to salvage the situation and win a duel. Otherwise, it would be too ominous for the war.
Immediately, the Wildhorse tribe's chief said loudly, "Constantine, you were lucky to win the first duel. Do you dare to come to the second round? Let's sprinkle blood again. This time, it'll be bigger. "
Constantine laughed and said, "Alright, how do you want to sprinkle blood?"
The Wildhorse tribe's chief said, "In the second duel, each side will jump out a hundred cavalrymen. We'll be separated by a thousand meters and fight to the death. How about it?"
This was also the unique duel method of the savage tribes. It was extremely barbaric and bloody.
Two lines were drawn on the ground, delineating a rectangular area that was three thousand meters long and thirty meters wide.
The two cavalrymen were at the two ends of the area. When the bell rang, they began to charge at each other.
They charged in a straight line to the end. They could not retreat or go out of bounds. They kept moving forward and madly killed until all the enemies were killed.
As long as one warhorse retreated or went out of bounds, it would be considered a loss!
And the losing side would be beheaded along with their horses!
The Wildhorse tribe's chief had ulterior motives for proposing such a duel.
This was because everyone knew that this duel tested the quality of the cavalry and warhorses the most. Who didn't know that the Wildhorse tribe's cavalry was the most powerful? Otherwise, why would they be called the Wildhorse tribe?
Many of the cavalry in this tribe had spent almost half their lives on horseback. They had completely tamed their warhorses and made them extremely obedient.
Moreover, most of the mounts of the Wildhorse tribe were tamed wild horses captured outside. Once they became hot-blooded, they would not fear death and would charge forward crazily without retreating.
This was also the secret technique of the Wildhorse tribe, and it would never be spread to outsiders.
As for the warhorses of other tribes, once they were afraid, they might run away or even throw the cavalry off their horses.
In the past battles, as long as the Wildhorse tribe called for a cavalry duel, they had never lost. The opponent would either admit defeat or suffer a crushing defeat.
The cavalry duel was the Wildhorse tribe's trump card. In the past many years, they had never lost a single battle!
Sure enough, when the Wildhorse tribe's chief proposed this duel, Constantine's expression changed.
This was the disadvantage of the savage world. Face was more important than the heavens!
They could lose, they could die, but they could not cower!
If they did not dare to accept the challenge, it would be more shameful than losing!
However, everyone knew that the cavalry duel was the Wildhorse tribe's trump card. They would definitely win if they used it. On the Chimera tribe's side, any cavalry that went out would definitely lose and die.
There were only two thousand cavalry in the entire Chimera tribe. It would be very painful to lose a hundred for no reason.
However, they could not be afraid to fight. It would be too embarrassing!
"Hahahaha …" The Wildhorse tribe's chief laughed and said, "Brother Constantine, do you not dare to accept the challenge? Then don't waste time. Obediently lead the troops home and go play with that beautiful woman of yours. Her butt is round, and it will definitely be great when you do it. Don't waste time here. Give me the Falling Horse Mountain Range. "
Constantine hated it when people talked about his second wife. He could not even take advantage of her with words.
All the surrounding tribes knew that he had married a peerless beauty. They all coveted her and teased her every time.
Constantine was a very strange person. He was very scheming, but he could not take provocation.
Immediately, he prepared to fight. At most, a hundred cavalry would die. It was better than being afraid to fight.
Constantine looked at the cavalry leaders on his side. All of them lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.
This was because this kind of duel was too deceptive. It was not something that could be won with a powerful leader. As long as one of the warhorses retreated or went out of bounds, it would be considered a loss.
Therefore, no matter how powerful the leader was, it was useless. He could not control the hundred warhorses behind him.
This was the Wildhorse tribe's absolute strength. No one could compare to them.
No one in the Chimera tribe's cavalry camp dared to accept the challenge.
Finally, Constantine's gaze fell on Lan Ling!
This person was not simple. He could very well threaten Du Yan's position. He had wanted to get rid of Lan Ling with a borrowed knife, but he had not succeeded.
It was not too late to take the opportunity to kill him now.
Since he had to sacrifice a hundred cavalry, he would sacrifice the weakest one. Moreover, the foreign troops were not on good terms with him. It would not hurt to lose a hundred cavalry.
"Pretty boy, you're lucky. I found a hundred people to die with you," Constantine said coldly in his heart.
Seeing Chief Constantine's gaze, Lan Ling knew that he was going to fight again.
Clearly, his chance to create another miracle had come!
However, he would not wait for Constantine to take the initiative. That would be too passive.
Immediately, Lan Ling stepped out and said loudly, "Chief, I am willing to lead a hundred cavalry into battle! But I have a condition! "
Constantine was stunned. He did not expect Lan Ling to take the initiative to fight. Was he not courting death?
Everyone was shocked. Was Lan Ling crazy? He was actually taking the initiative to fight?
"What condition?" Chief Constantine asked.
Lan Ling laughed. "If I go, I will basically die. If I win, I want a reward. "
"What reward?" Constantine asked.
Lan Ling looked at Ninian's enchanting round butt and said loudly, "Chief, your daughter, Miss Ninian, is so beautiful. She has a hot figure and a round butt. I am drooling. If I win the duel and return, I hope to touch her round butt! "
As soon as he said that, everyone cheered loudly!
In a human kingdom, proposing such a condition was courting death.
But in the Savage World, everyone was very direct. The more boorish and unrestrained one was, the more one could win people's hearts!
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