The torches lit up the open space in front of them, and between the two sides, the battle situation that was about to break out was temporarily stopped because of Ye Chen's appearance.

However, the red-faced strong man is not ready to let go, even if the other party has strange people to help, he will wash this place in blood.

The hatred of generations is no longer clear in a few words.

In the midst of a shout, the red-faced strong man held a wooden spear high.

"This is my guest, he is going to play with you, he wants to fight me, promise him first, but I can remind you that he is the god of war, the grace given to us by the holy mountain, even the savage hunters, all surrender at his feet, if I were you, I would surrender immediately!"

Slowly retreated, but Dashan did not forget to say to the strong man opposite in the local language.

There was a contemptuous smile on the corner of his mouth, judging from the state of Ye Chen's appearance just now, he might be the legendary kung fu master in China.

For this battle, Dashan is also very much looking forward to it, he has long wanted to see Chinese martial arts, he has not seen it in China for several years, but he doesn't want to come back and have adventures.

"I am the god of war, our clan is the guardian of the blessings of the holy mountain, you cunning rabbits, today I will wash the inscription of the holy mountain with blood!"

The red-faced strong man waved the wooden spear in his hand angrily, he didn't care about the so-called honored guests, he wanted to prove everything with blood.

Dashan and his conversation, as an outsider, Ye Chen couldn't understand it at all.

But since he agreed, this fight belonged to him, and he took two steps forward with a smile, and Ye Chen, who was standing in the middle, hooked his finger at the red-faced strong man with contempt.

This is an international sign language, and even the natives can feel Ye Chen's disdain and contempt.

"Whoa......

Without holding a weapon, he stood with his hands in his hands, facing Ye Chen, who was shorter and thinner than himself, and the red-faced man roared angrily.

Even if the way he appeared just now was extremely cool, but in his eyes he was like a monkey, and he didn't believe that with his strong body, he couldn't kill him.

Wielding the wooden spear in his hand, he began to step on the ground left and right again, his eyes staring at Ye Chen angrily.

The dozens of tribal warriors behind him also began to follow his footsteps, and their mouths continued to roar with endless anger.

"Is there a disease? Fight to fight, what's the point of bluffing? Let me tell you, if this is in our country, it can only be regarded as a square dance, and those aunts dance better than you. ”

Ye Chen scratched his head, the first time he saw someone fighting, he had to dance first.

If the other party could understand Ye Chen's words, I am afraid that he would have vomited blood, but the mountain behind him could hear it clearly.

As a chief, of course he couldn't laugh on such an occasion, but he couldn't help it, so he hurriedly roared, leading the tribal warriors to start shouting and cheering for Ye Chen.

The shouts came and went, but Ye Chen, who was standing in the middle, was more embarrassed, he couldn't understand the words in their mouths, and now he could only wait for the red-faced strong man to attack.

Finally, after about two minutes, the red-faced strong man on the opposite side finally moved, brandished the wooden spear in his hand, and stabbed towards Ye Chen mercilessly.

The wooden spear was so sharp that they were usually bare-chested, and if they were stabbed in the front, the consequences would be devastating.

Watching his chief rush out, the tribal warriors behind him immediately roared wildly.

But in the next second, the red-faced strong man flew over Ye Chen's head.

Falling heavily to the ground, the red-faced strong man himself didn't figure out what was going on, sitting on the ground and looking at the opposite mountain empty-handed, and the mountain also looked at him in surprise at this time.

The torches had lit up the surroundings, but no one knew what had happened in that millisecond.

I only saw that the wooden spear that was originally in his hand had been grabbed by Ye Chen, and he was carrying it on his shoulder and looking at the red-faced strong man with a smile.

The original shouts stopped abruptly, and everyone stared at Ye Chen in front of them with wide eyes.

"Come on!"

Ye Chen smiled slightly, his arm flicked, and the wooden spear in his hand flew out.

Flying directly to the earthen wall more than ten meters away, the sharp spikes pierced through the earthen wall, and the wooden spear was nailed into it.

It's just a hand-in-hand, plus a skill, which is far from the essence of Chinese kung fu, but for him, it's already magical.

"Ahh

The red-faced strong man rolled over, and although he didn't understand why he threw out, he wouldn't just give up.

Without a weapon, he grabbed Ye Chen with one arm, which was their most instinctive reaction.

With his height and strength, in his heart, once he caught Ye Chen, he had no way to escape.

But he didn't want Ye Chen to still stand there and didn't move, but when his hands held Ye Chen's arms, Ye Chen's shoulders moved strangely.

With a slip of his hand, Ye Chen easily broke free from his restraints and took half a step forward into his arms.

was so stunned that he didn't have a chance to react at all, but Ye Chen grabbed his throat with one hand, and the other hand had already grabbed the belt around his waist.

"Okay, let's go!"

With a little bit of his face bone on his toes, he threw his right hand hard, and with the strength of his painful pounce, Ye Chen directly threw him out five or six meters away again.

Falling to the ground again, the red-faced strong man was completely blindfolded, looking at the tribesman who was also stammering, being thrown out twice in a row, his ass was hot.

"How's it going, are you still coming?"

Ye Chen is still not angry, and he will not change his color, if he wants to move seriously, I am afraid that everyone on the other side will not have a chance to go together.

This is the way of martial arts, and fighting is just a part of martial arts, Ye Chen, who has read and seen since he was a child, has an understanding of the true meaning of martial arts that is no longer something that ordinary people can figure out.

"He has the power of the devil!"

I don't know who shouted, and the red-faced strong man immediately jumped up.

Both times he didn't understand what was going on, and if it was so magical, it must have come from the power of the devil.

Thinking of this, he still has the will to fight, and when he turns around and runs, he can't wait to have two more legs.

The gang that followed him was also scattered, threw away the torch in his hand, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye, but Ye Chen, who didn't understand, stood there, looking at the group of red-faced guys who disappeared with a puzzled expression, why did he run away just now, he hadn't played enough.

"God of War is mortal! God of War is mortal! ”

Before Ye Chen could turn around, there was already a commotion behind him, followed by all the clansmen except Dashan, all of whom were worried about kneeling on the ground.

Whether it was the soldiers in front, the women and children on the earthen wall, and even the children who had just walked, they all knelt on the ground in imitation of adults.

This ritual can only be enjoyed by true gods except for the chief, and Ye Chen became a god in this African land by accident.

(End of chapter)