The so-called duel field is just a square open space with braziers placed in the four corners and hemp ropes circled around it.
Tens of thousands of people came to watch this significant tribal meeting. They stood in rows outside the clearing, huddled shoulder to shoulder on top of the crumbling tower.
In order to watch comfortably, many people brought stools and some brought wooden barrels.
If this conference was held in Jizhou, Liu Mo thought that charging one penny per head would not be enough for a year's military pay.
Many onlookers carried children on their shoulders. When they saw warriors from various tribes appearing, they pointed at them and shouted.
When Liu Mo saw the other tribe warriors, he subconsciously sweated for himself.
Because each one of them is so strong.
Several big men were over two meters tall, standing like tall towers outside the duel arena.
They have strong muscles and broad shoulders, and they look like they can lift a mountain. Their faces are like rough, uncarved stones, and their big hands are like stone hammers, as if they can easily crush an iron plate.
Seeing these soldiers, Ayina was moved by them. "Brother Liu, do you want to fight them?" she asked quietly.
"I'm going to beat them up!" her husband replied confidently.
Zhuo Lunjian glanced at Liu Mo subconsciously, then raised his arms, and the crowd fell silent.
Then, he spoke the opening remarks in Xingluo language and introduced the rules, while Ayina patiently explained every word.
To put it simply, the tribal conference is more like setting up an arena, a one-on-one duel, until there are no challengers in the room.
After listening to Ayina's translation, Liu Mo grinned. This kind of rule-breaking was very buggy. Obviously the one who came on first would suffer!
Since there are no groups and no knockout rounds, the first person to play must defeat all opponents to win the championship.
Be a little shameless and just choose to wait until the end, defeat the last opponent with full BUFF, and successfully "eat chicken"!
Thinking of this, Liu Mo made the decision without hesitation.
When Zoran announced the start of the tribal meeting, he walked into the duel field the next second and shouted loudly: "Which warrior wants to come up and compete?"
Yes, he "foolishly" chose to play first.
This was done partly out of trust in Tang Die. On the other hand, Star Luo Kingdom values brute force so much. If he persists until the end and wins the tribal conference, God knows how many people will be dissatisfied.
Only by being the first to go on the field and defeating all my opponents "uprightly" can I convince them to work hard for me.
Seeing this, those Xingluo warriors who originally wanted to survive to the end could no longer hold their breath.
Such a thin Daxia son-in-law has such courage, how can they be so thick-skinned and act like a turtle?
The next second, a Xingluo warrior who was as strong as a bull walked into the duel field, "Warrior of Great Xia, I admire your courage. Out of respect, I will never show mercy."
"Very good, come on!" Liu Mo said sharply. (Translated by Tang Die, I am afraid that some readers may doubt it, so I would like to add this!)
The big man stopped abruptly, punching all around, and the ferocious energy suddenly surged. When Ayina saw it, her heart almost rose to her throat.
Then, the big man roared angrily and stepped forward.
Liu Mo smiled faintly, raised his right fist, and unleashed a terrifying punch.
Then, with a "boom", the big man's body was blown several meters away.
There was a cracking sound, and anyone who had practiced martial arts knew that the sternum of this big man was broken.
"Ah..." The big man fell to the ground, twitching and groaning, unable to get up again.
"What happened..." Tens of thousands of people fell silent at this moment.
"Brother Liu, you are great!" Ayina was still the first to cheer. "Ayina is so lucky to be with you. God, you must be blessing me and allowing me to be lucky enough to have such a strong husband!"
Liu Mo suddenly blushed when he heard Ayina's words. "My good wife, your compliments are too high!" he thought to himself.
"Tang Die, you are too harsh..." He lowered his voice and said to himself. "It would be more than worth the loss if someone loses his life!"
"Don't worry, Mr. Liu, you can't die!"
As the previous Star Luo King, Zhuo Lun quickly recovered from the shock. He waved his hand and signaled his men to carry the injured Star Luo warrior off the field.
During the process, in the astonishment of everyone, the soldier lay on the stretcher, raised his right hand, and said: "The Martial God of Great Xia, you are so skilled in martial arts, I admire you, I admire you!"
What this person said instantly detonated the entire audience.
"Martial God, Martial God, Great Xia Martial God!"
"No, it's me, Star Luo Martial God!"
"Ayina has really found a good man, he is so strong!"
"God of War, I want to follow you too...Ayina, can you share your man with me?"
With just one punch, Liu Mo took back thousands of fans.
The compliments made Liu Mo almost float up.
He cleared his throat and asked with Star Luo etiquette, "Is there any other Star Luo warrior willing to teach me?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the warriors of the other tribes fell silent.
Liu Mo's punch just now seemed so ordinary. In earth terms, it was like a "bastard punch" thrown by an otaku!
But with just such an ordinary punch, he actually defeated that warrior who was as strong as a bull.
Now the question is, go and get beaten? Or surrender without a fight?
Surrender, the problem is serious! Xing Luo admires force, so surrendering without fighting would bring shame to his tribe.
Go up and fight? The problem is also very serious. After being fucked to pieces with one punch, do you still want your face?
Seeing the hesitation of other Xingluo warriors, Liu Mo raised his voice and continued to ask: "Is there any other warrior who is willing to teach me?"
The warriors selected by the other tribes remained silent, and no one wanted to go up and throw that person away.
At this time, the leader of one of the tribes could no longer remain angry. He pointed angrily at his own warriors and said, "Abdu, come on! Knock this kid down!"
The man named Abdul had a look of astonishment, very much like Ba, the demon in Journey to the West (who was arranged by the Nine-Headed Insect to eliminate the four masters and disciples of Sun Wukong).
"Clan leader, me?" he asked uneasily.
"Yes, come on!"
Black-hearted boss, why don’t you do it? Liu Mo thought to himself, come up here, I promise not to beat you to death.
Abdul took a deep breath and came to the field.
"Tang Die, be a little gentler!" Liu Mo said softly.
"Master Liu, please forgive me for obeying my order!"
Liu Mo smiled bitterly, "Brother, I'm sorry!"
Then, Abdul mustered up his courage, his body shook, and he attacked with murderous intent.
It's a pity that no matter how good Abdul is, he can only hold up to Zhao Da's level, but he is vulnerable to Liu Mo (Tang Die).
Liu Mo raised his right fist and faced him.
At the moment of the collision, Abdul groaned, and his whole body was blasted dozens of steps. Like the man in front, he could no longer stand up.
Liu Mo immediately stood up straight and shouted: "Who else is there?"
This voice shouted, and the crowd was excited again. It is no exaggeration to say that if Liu Mo was not Ayina's husband, some girls would rush forward and ask for a kiss.
Contrary to the crowd of onlookers, the faces of the other "contestants" were so bitter.
I can't fight and I can't retreat, but I can't retreat. This life is so sad!
Liu Mo glanced around. Those who doubted him lowered their heads in shame, while Ayina stared at him intently, her admiration clearly visible.
"After today, our son will definitely be regarded as the son of destiny by the people of Xingluo!" Liu Mo thought to himself.
At this time, Zhuo Lun waved his hand with a smile on his face, "But which warrior is willing to compete with my son-in-law?"
Liu Mo could see that Zhuolun was extremely proud when he mentioned the word son-in-law.
"Huh, Zhuo Lun, don't be so arrogant!" Another clan leader yelled very unhappily, "Your son-in-law must have used some kind of magic, his shadow is very unusual!"
Damn it, Liu Mo panicked. Did this guy see through him?
"Shadow?" Zhuo Lun said in surprise, "Amuhe, what are you talking about? What kind of shadow?"
"This kid's shadow," Amuhe said loudly, "When he punches, his shadow is faster than his body. It must be a magic spell!"
Zoran frowned, because he also noticed this, but the situation was beneficial to his own side and it was impossible to say it.
Before Zhuolun could speak, Amuhe immediately turned his head and pointed at Liu Mo, "Boy, what kind of magic did you use?"
"Tang Die, didn't you say it was a piece of cake? Why did people still see it out!" Liu Mo was a little bitter.
"Master Liu, you can't blame me, you are too slow. If it hadn't been like this, I'm afraid you would be the one lying on the ground." Tang Die replied.
Good guy, you blame me for being a weakling, don’t you?
"Tell me, boy from Daxia, are you using evil magic?" Amuhe asked. "It was your shadow that hurt my Star Luo warrior, right?"
Liu Mo rolled his eyes and quickly noticed, "This clan leader," he said, "Are you dazzled?"
"Ah?" Amuhe roared, "What did you say?"
"I said you were blinded! How could a shadow hurt someone?" Liu Mo shrugged, "It's no wonder, given your age and the fact that it's late at night, it's understandable that your eyes won't look right. "
"What? You..." Amuhe stomped his feet angrily. "I'm not blind. No one knows that I am Xingluo Eagle Eye. It's obviously you who uses magic."
"Eagle Eye?" Liu Mo smiled, "Then, among everyone present, who can see that there is something wrong with the shadow?"
Among the top warriors of the Xingluo tribe dueling, who would be bored enough to pay attention to other people's shadows. Besides, the duel just happened so fast and the sky was dark. Who has such good eyesight to see the clues.
"No no!"
"There's no way a shadow can hurt anyone. It's just farts."
Everyone said something to each other, which made Amuhe's face turn red.
Seeing this situation, Liu Mo raised his arm again to signal everyone to be quiet, "We, Xingluo, believe in freedom, and we are all free people, blessed by the true God." He said loudly:
"If the leader of the Amuhe clan cannot trust me, Mr. Liu, and thinks that I used magic to win, there is no need for me to explain too much to him. The gate of Yierle is right there." Liu Mo pointed to the distance, "I don't want to Those who are left behind, please take your people with you.”
"roll!"
