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When the Barbarian King said this, all the tribes in the hall cried out in alarm.
Since ancient times, there had been a very small number of Barbarian Kings who had taken the initiative to fight for the throne through the Barbarian King.
Firstly, he would damage the prestige of the king and secondly, he wouldn't intentionally cause trouble for him.
Usually, only when the Barbarian King grew old or new experts appeared, would the Barbarian King be forced to accept the challenge.
"The Barbarian King is actually seeking a fight with him?" A Saint Body beating the Sacred Heart, this is killing everyone here … "
"It looks like... "His Highness the Barbarian King has decided that he would rather kill the wrong person than to let him off so that he can forever be rid of future troubles …"
Many clan leaders were discussing in hushed tones. Everyone understood that this battle meant that Bocha Howl had already made up his mind.
Evidence of colluding with the Huaxu Family and hindering the development of the Wilderness was hard to gather.
But to kill through brawls, one did not need evidence, but could still convince the masses!
The law of the Wilderness was that the strong had the right to speak!
On the Borjin side, Cha Gan seemed to be caught off guard. He didn't expect that Bocha Hale would be so direct and decisively ready to fight.
Cha Gan's face turned red and he gnashed his teeth. If they did not accept the challenge during the tribal convention and face the various tribes on the prairie, then they would never be able to raise up their heads again!
"Ah... "Hu!"
The barbarian soldier guarding Wang Ying started to raise his weapon and let out a barbarian battle cry.
The Borjin warriors, when they heard the battle cry, could not help but respond with even louder battle cry!
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" "Huff …"
When Cha Gan heard the battle cries of his clansmen, he gulped down the alcohol in his cup. Then, he suddenly stood up, shook his arms, and his steel-like muscles began to bulge!
"Ah!"
Cha Gan roared in rage. The beast skin clothes on his body let out a hissing sound as it was torn apart by his muscles!
In front of Cha Gan, the Barbarian King, Bu Chahar, was actually a little thin?!
"Bouchahar! Back then, considering the fact that I was the previous generation's King, I did not engage in a brawl with you and ended up giving you the position of King of Berserkers!
"Since you have slandered the Blood of the Red Tiger of Borjin, then don't blame me for being ruthless!"
"It suits the will of the King!"
Jiran threw away his coat, exposing the flesh of his tendons. His skin was somewhat white and tender among the group of barbarians.
He could only slightly raise his head and look up at Cha Gan.
However, there was no Goliath warrior present who would underestimate their Barbarian King.
The barbarians of the various tribes didn't care about the reason anymore. They started to feel the blood boiling in their veins!
The battle cry was deafening, resounding through the skies of the prairie!
After staring at each other for a moment, the two of them walked toward an open stretch of sand.
That was the guardian training field of the King's tent, and also the holy land of the barbarian battles that had been decided by the generations.
The Patriarchs of various tribes, along with their warriors, also left their seats. They all ran to the surroundings of the arena and nervously watched from the sidelines.
Ye Fan followed in the back of the crowd, his gaze following that smiling man's mask.
He had a feeling that in theory, this Chakhan would not be able to defeat Bouchahar. After all, Jilun had already cultivated to the level of the Holy Body.
Even if Cha Gan could use the so-called 'explosive tiger' to strengthen his body, the difference between a Sacred Heart Realm and a Sacred Body was just too great.
But today, Cha Gan seemed to have come prepared. Maybe he had something to do with this Smiling Face …
"Butchahar, the rules of the fight, I believe there's no need to mention any more …"
Cha Gan grinned and said, "You cannot use your cultivation base. At the same time, you cannot use the holy item that you recognize, Garuda!"
Gillian's face was expressionless. "To deal with you, there is no need to use a sacred object."
"Hehe …"
Cha Gan grinned, stretched his neck and shoulders, and took a stance of wrestling and catching.
He stomped on the sand with his foot, causing it to shake with a "Peng" sound. It was as if a heavy hammer was hammering down on the hearts of everyone present!
He also noticed that Chagan seemed confident. This was different from what he had expected.
Keeping his guard up, Jilun took the stance of starting a battle on the prairie, his eyes blazing.
"According to the rules, I am the Barbarian King. I will initiate a barbaric battle and have you make the first move …" Gillian said.
Cha Gan's eyes flashed with ruthlessness, "Since that's the case, then I won't be polite!"
Before he finished his sentence, Cha Gan, who was like a mad rhinoceros, dashed towards Jilun with big strides!
Every time he kicked out, the ground would tremble!
All the tents in the royal tent began to tremble!?
"What's going on!?"
"What a heavy footstep, is this power really checking!?"
The group of barbarian soldiers were stupefied. Cha Gan had just run away with them. This had already made them feel incredible!
Everyone seemed to have underestimated Cha Gan's power!?
Before the crowd could regain their senses, Cha Gan had already grabbed onto the upper half of Jiran's body!
His two arms were like dozens of steel bars twisted together, and the lines of his muscles could be clearly seen!
Jilun tried to use all the strength in his body to break free, but he realized that he was not strong enough!?
How was this possible!? His Sacred Body's strength, why was it that he couldn't even break free!?
"Ah!"
Cha Gan bellowed and picked up Jilun. He leaned his body backwards and threw him onto the ground!
Jiran's hands were bound so he could only tense his body. He tried his best to prevent his neck from breaking as his head was stabbed into the sand!
"Hua!"
All the barbarians present let out frightened cries. This scene was simply too shocking!
He had thought that the Barbarian King would win easily, but from the very beginning, he seemed to be powerless and had been ruthlessly thrown to the ground!?
If there was even the slightest mistake, then his spine would have broken and he would have died on the spot!
Ye Fan stood in the crowd, his brows tightly locked together. He realized that he had thought wrong!
It wasn't a problem with the masked man at all, but the investigation itself was problematic!
Just what was going on!? This fellow was clearly a Sacred Heart, how could he have such terrifying strength!? Could it really be innate divine strength!?
Cha Gan stood up, turned around and looked at Jiran who had his head stabbed into the sand. He grinned, "This is the Barbarian King? Haha... "That's all you can do..."
Suddenly, Jiran, whose head was buried in the sand, used both of his hands to pull his head out. At the same time, he stomped on the ground and charged forward!
"Bam!"
Cha Gan's abdomen was struck, and he staggered back a few steps, almost falling to the ground.
Jiran took the opportunity to punch Cha Gan's body!
"Bang bang bang!"
The concentrated punches landed on Cha Gan's body, causing his muscles to emit the sound of a war drum!
Cha Gan opened his mouth and roared. He did not even retaliate. Instead, he bowed and steadied his posture. Both of his arms and the muscles in his abdomen were tightened!
He withstood dozens of punches in succession and was forced to drag himself along the sand, leaving behind two deep gashes.
"Come! Come on! — Bouchahar! Haven't you eaten your fill!? "Hahahaha! …"