Chapter 433: Black-Bodied Eli

"That damn Prefect Liu!"

Shama Zhuoyi was furious.

It had been so hard for him to borrow that Dayuan Treasure Horse from Chen Ran! For this, he had paid a great price!

And it had just lost like that?

"I want to kill him, kill him..."

"Headman, Headman, calm down, please calm down..."

The people beside him hurriedly held him back.

Jimu Youla said from the side: "Headman, Headman, we still have a chance; we must not disregard the big picture!"

The Longyan people were too cunning!

Shama Zhuoyi finally managed to suppress the rage in his heart.

To think they used a mare to seduce the Horse King!

How despicable!

"Right, there is still a chance!"

Shama Zhuoyi immediately calmed down, gritting his teeth: "I want them dead, dead, do you understand?"

He wanted to use their deaths to appease his fury!

"Yes!"

Jimu Youla winked at the people beside him and arranged for some experts to go.

"Son of the Black Dragon!"

"Longyan Lord!"

The people on the Zhongkujiao side were still dancing and cheering.

After the horse racing event ended, the next was wrestling. It was also a sport full of hormones. Originally, the wrestling, pole climbing, and shooting at the Torch Festival were all separate. But because this Torch Festival would determine the ownership of the Great Bimo throne, after discussion, these events were combined.

Several events were merged into one: first racing, hurdles, and pole climbing, and then this group of competitors would arrive at the ring one after another to wrestle... In this way, this second event became almost like the Iron Triathlon of the previous life.

Liu Zheng just thought, "Good heavens."

So this Iron Triathlon had actually developed from the Yi side.

The first event, the horse race, had won confidence for the Zhongkujiao, so everyone was full of anticipation for this second one. Each tribe would send three Warriors to compete in wrestling. On the Zhongkujiao side, led by Huobu Quli's younger brother, Huobu Zhuoli, three big men walked out amidst the cheers of their tribesmen.

"This brother of yours can be considered the number one Warrior of the Inuo people!"

Liu Zheng liked this young man, Huobu Zhuoli, very much; he had a cheerful personality, was mighty and peerless, and was a relatively simple person, even less complicated than Huobu Quli.

Huobu Quli laughed: "Lord, I am honored by your praise. Hmph, if it weren't for the Zhongkujiao having some Divine Medicine, they would certainly not be a match for Zhuoli one by one!"

According to the procedure, Huobu Zhuoli came piously before Aluba to receive the blessing of his "Holy Water"...

"Playing god!"

Shama Zhuoyi gave a cold laugh: "This time, we will send out our tribe's number one Warrior, Heiti'eli!"

The whole arena was in an uproar, the crowd stirred with excitement.

"What? He has actually recovered?"

Upon hearing this person's name, Huobu Quli's face changed drastically. The others also looked shocked.

Liu Zheng asked: "Is he very powerful?"

Huobu Quli gasped and smiled bitterly: "Lord, one can tell from this person's surname that he is a descendant of the Liangshan Great God, Heiti Aba! In the Yi language, 'eli' means black bear! This person was born with natural divine strength and lived among the bears and wolves in the mountains. It's just that a few years ago, for some reason, he went into the mountains to find the Bear King, only to be slapped back by the Bear King three times and ended up severely injured. I thought he, I thought he..."

Liu Zheng listened, stunned.

Pei Qianyun was incredibly excited: "Young Master, let me go and try!"

Liu Zheng smiled bitterly: "Forget it, we were already suspected of cheating in the first round; if we do it again, I'm afraid Shama Zhuoyi won't allow it!"

At this moment.

Amidst the deafening cheers of the Zhongkujiao tribesmen, suddenly a person walked out from the side, riding a bear. As everyone followed his gaze, they were all dumbfounded. In Liu Zheng's view, this person was at least two and a half meters tall, with a physique so sturdy it was hard to believe. That black bear was also in its prime, yet it was so obedient and docile under him.

This person still had the typical appearance of the Yi people, with a 'Tian Pusa' hairstyle and dark skin, so powerful that it seemed as if the entire area near Qionghai would shake with every step he and the black bear took.

Everyone was stunned.

"This, this, this..."

"I haven't seen him in years, and he's actually become even stronger!"

"Did he snatch the Bear King's child?"

The crowd exclaimed one after another, and many could no longer sit still.

Liu Zheng also took a deep breath.

Good heavens.

He was seeing a guy this big for the first time. Legend had it that the mounts of Meng Huo during the Three Kingdoms period included Southern Barbarian elephants and red-haired oxen, and today, here came a bear.

Indeed, the Southern Barbarian Lands were full of wonders.

Shama Zhuoyi was now laughing arrogantly: "Hahahaha, stunned now, aren't you? Did you really think our Zhongkujiao tribe could only win with Divine Medicine? Hmph!"

This time, the moment Heiti'eli appeared, the victory was almost decided.

There was almost no need to consider it.

As this black bear walked over, the others, enduring their fear, gave way one after another.

"Who challenges me?"

Heiti'eli said in a muffled voice.

The sound was deafening!

"Who?"

"Is it you?"

This fellow appeared to be nothing more than a man with well-developed limbs and a simple mind; he jumped down from that black bear, laughing boisterously, looking at no one. His copper-bell-like eyes made anyone he looked at tremble, leaving them unable to speak.

Heiti Aba was, after all, a legendary great god of Daliang Mountain; if his descendants were not descendants of a god, then what were they? At this moment, in terms of faith, the Zhongkujiao side was finally slowly regaining some advantage.

Compared to the descendants of Heiti Aba, how did the Son of the Black Dragon truly fare?

Was he genuinely formidable?

Or was he just here to play at being a god or a ghost?

This arrangement by Zhongkujiao was truly somewhat malicious!

"My lord..."

Huobu Quli was getting anxious.

If they lost this formation, their advantage would be wiped out entirely. People would once again harbor doubts about the Son of the Black Dragon.

Liu Zheng, however, smiled: "No matter, if we lose, we lose; go ahead!"

He waved his hand, rejecting Pei Qianyun's proposal to enter the arena. This was the Torch Festival of the people of Liangshan, what would it mean for him to go?

Furthermore.

He always believed that regardless of whether there was opium involved or this "black bear" of Daliang Mountain, they were still human, not gods, nor were they actual bears.

As long as they were human, they had acupoints and meridians!

If one's strength was insufficient, one could use clever tactics!

If physical constitution could determine everything, this world would have long since belonged to the Russians...

Miracles.

Always happen.

In the five thousand years of Zhongguo, there have been countless instances of the weak overcoming the strong.

He glanced at Huobu Zhuoli; although the latter, like the others, felt fear in his heart, he was clearly more excited, his eyes flashing with the light of wanting to challenge.

Even though his physique was likely only half that of this big black bear.

"Go, believe in your younger brother, and tell him that no matter what, staying alive is what matters."

Liu Zheng smiled and patted Huobu Quli on the shoulder.

"Thank you, my lord!"

After all, it was his own younger brother, and Huobu Quli was still very worried; hearing Liu Zheng say that preserving one's life was paramount, he finally felt a sense of relief.

The second event: wrestling.

This big black bear, Heiti'eli, had barely appeared before he made almost everyone despair. Standing beside him, no one dared to get too close.

This first item was a race through sand and wetlands, running to a designated spot and back, with all sorts of obstacles along the way, such as climbing poles, fences, thatched huts...

"Begin!"

On this side, the order was given.

The competition officially began!

Originally, Liu Zheng had thought that at least in this event, because of his overly massive size, this Heiti'eli should not have had an advantage...

However...

He had still underestimated this contest.

At this moment, one could see Heiti'eli taking the lead, his massive body occupying almost half of the sandy track.

Anyone who dared to overtake him was ruthlessly smashed back by his arms, which were as thick as tree stumps!

That's right.

Smashed!

With every strike, the Liangshan People who were hit would go flying through the air before crashing to the ground with a boom.

This...

How was this even supposed to be played?