American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 381 The Golden Leopard Wins, the Black Panther Dies

Allen, Namor, and Morgan moved to the stands on the side.

The War for the Throne is one of Wakanda's most sacred ceremonies.

Any new king is qualified to consume the heart-shaped herb and, through the spiritual realm, reach the sacred land protected by the leopard god to meet the royal ancestors and gain their recognition.

At that moment, Suri quietly approached Allen, her face filled with disbelief, and asked, "Are you really Tony's uncle?"

Allen looks to be in his early twenties at most, but the problem is that Tony is at least nearly fifty.

"Back in the day, Howard, Tony's dad, and I worked together at S.H.I.E.L.D. during World War II. We were incredibly close."

Allen said in a serious tone, "We are kindred spirits, we cherish each other, and we became brothers by mutual respect. We do not ask to be born on the same day of the same year, but we ask not to die on the same day of the same year."

"..."

Suri looked incredulous and felt that something was off about Allen; there was just an indescribable feeling about him.

"There's something wrong with him," Namor whispered, pointing to his head.

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

They did know Allen, and upon learning that Morgan was unharmed, they did not ask any further questions.

Currently, the Avengers are investigating the Extremis organization, and Tony naturally realizes that it would be more dangerous for his daughter to be back by his side.

Although Allen is unreliable, he is safe.

Suddenly, a figure emerged from the passage, wielding a shield and a battle axe. He was only protected by a skirt armor around his waist, with no other armor. The most striking feature was his filthy braid.

After all, Black people are generally bald or have short hair, and long hair is easy to get curly and inconvenient to manage.

When Eric the leopard took the stage, Suri's eyes revealed a hint of hostility.

As the younger sister, she naturally felt a deep-seated resentment towards a relative who attempted to seize her brother's throne.

"Is this guy crazy?"

Allen scratched his head, examining the tattoo on Eric's chest, and asked bluntly, "He's so dark-skinned, what's the point of the tattoo? I can't even see what it says."

"..."

That makes a lot of sense.

From a distance, it looks exactly like mud that hasn't been washed off properly.

Shortly after, T'Challa the Black Panther took the stage.

The same outfit, only the weapon has been changed to a short sword.

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

At this moment, the people on the cliff were already in an uproar.

The struggle for the throne does not require high-tech weapons; it can only be decided through primitive combat.

"Fight! Fight! Fight..."

Each shout signaled the start of the battle.

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

With a crisp metallic clang from the weapons, they immediately engaged in a back-and-forth exchange.

The two were evenly matched, exchanging blows back and forth.

The spectators were even more excited.

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

As expected, the leopard won, though the black leopard quickly gained a slight advantage.

"It should be T'Challa. I've fought him before, and he's no less experienced in combat," Namor affirmed.

"My brother will definitely win. Eric's attempt to seize power is nothing but wishful thinking," Suri declared confidently.

"Grandpa, why are they fighting?"

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

"Love turned to hate," Allen said with absolute certainty.

"What does it mean for love to turn into hate?" Morgan asked, puzzled.

"They loved each other, but couldn't be together due to societal constraints, which twisted their love, leading to resentment towards each other for not being willing to make sacrifices for one another..."

Allen was spouting nonsense with a straight face, and Morgan listened with admiration, thinking that his grandfather knew everything and spoke with great clarity.

However, Suli's complexion became even darker.

"stop!"

Suddenly, Eric shouted to stop, and T'Challa gave him a questioning look.

Eric pointed an axe at Allen in the stands and angrily shouted, "If you talk nonsense again, I'll kill you on the spot. There's a limit to spreading rumors. Let me hear another word from you."

Try and die.

"They're getting anxious, they're getting impatient because I'm revealing the truth."

Allen said cheekily, "I won't discriminate against you. Love should be expressed loudly. I support you."

"I support you too," Morgan echoed.

"Grass, you little devil!"

Enraged, Eric threw his axe without hesitation, his murderous gaze clearly indicating his intent to kill.

The axe, swirling and cleaving, whistled through the air.

This immediately drew gasps from the audience.

Allen simply extended two fingers, easily pinching the axe blade, and asked with a slightly provocative look, "That's it?"

"..."

In an instant, Eric's expression changed.

From shock to bewilderment, and then back to calm.

"Here you go."

Allen casually tossed the axe back.

As it hovered in the air, it made a rustling sound.

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

Bang!

Then came a loud explosion.

Where he had been standing, the battle axe struck heavily, sending up a spray of water. In an instant, the impact created a hole in the water, and the axe blade was deeply embedded in the shattered rock.

This scene not only shocked Eric, but also made T'Challa, who was waiting, look at it with great attention, and even the others looked solemn.

The throwing motion was too casual, and not much force was used at all. I can't imagine the result of a full-force throw.

"continue."

Eric retrieved the battle axe, and the battle resumed.

During this time, Allen stopped causing trouble and quietly waited for the outcome.

"T'Challa is going to lose."

His words astonished everyone present.

Only those in the stands could hear it, but they dared not utter a word of rebuttal due to Allen's terrifying strength.

"Impossible, I believe I have a brother." Suri refused to believe the facts and remained convinced of T'Challa's strength.

Namor's serious expression showed that he had observed T'Challa falling into a disadvantageous position.

boom!

T'Challa reacted slowly and was met with a heavy punch.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Eric pressed his advantage.

A series of powerful blows were launched.

T'Challa has fallen into a state of confusion.

"Stand up!"

Suri anxiously tried to step forward, but the guards immediately stopped him with their weapons, gesturing with their eyes not to break the rules.

If the royal family breaks the rules, then 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, of course, was not going to let go of the opportunity for revenge. He raised the son of his father's killer high and looked up at everyone, as if to declare that he was the true king.

At this moment, the people of Wakanda remained silent.

His eyes were filled with disbelief.

When T'Challa the Black Panther became king, he implemented many policies for the benefit of the country and its people, and in their eyes, he was a qualified and benevolent king.

"stop!"

Queen Ramanda suddenly rose from her seat, shouting in an attempt to stop Eric from doing anything next.

T'Challa was lifted high, and Eric walked to the edge of the platform, his cold eyes sweeping over the crowd in the stands. The next moment, he threw T'Challa off the waterfall.

(End of this chapter)