Marvel's princess becomes king

Chapter of Marvel's The Princess Becomes the King. The music of Wakandans is very monotonous, just some drum beats going back and forth. They are not very good drums and have no technological elements. Bella took a look. Both eyes were covered with tattered animal skin drums.

A group of men and women, even if they don't usually have facial tattoos, are now decorated with colorful patterns on their faces, which looks both barbaric and primitive.

Natasha, who sneaked into Bella's room last night and worked hard all night, was a little sleepy, and she wasn't too interested in Wakanda's Black Panther selection, so she was yawning on the sidelines.

Until the shirtless T'Challa entered the scene, she was still a little out of sorts.

It would be too unfair for an ordinary person to fight a Black Panther who is enhanced by the Heart-Shaped Grass, so before the duel, Black Panther T'Challa will drink a potion to remove the Heart-Shaped Grass enhancement from his body.

T'Challa, whose muscles were originally bulging and full of strength, turned an abnormal gray color after drinking the potion. His muscles were trembling, his hands holding the sword and shield became weak and weak, and his eyes were full of pain.

Humans are not machines, and there is no plug-and-play function. Even if the machine is powered on and the core components are forced out, it will lead to a series of consequences.

This process of removing the heart-shaped grass enhancement was not pleasant. The muscles, bones and nerves were all severely damaged. It took half a minute for T'Challa to stand up again, but it could be seen that his condition was very poor.

"These people are really interesting. It's not fair at all for T'Challa to fight like this. Who do you think will win in the next fight?" Natasha asked Bella.

Without the enhancement of the Heart-Shaped Grass, T'Challa would suffer seven injuries. It can be said that it is extremely unfair to face Eric Klimanger who is at the peak of his mental and physical strength in such a state.

Moreover, Eric Klimanger himself has superpowers. If he secretly uses his superpowers during the battle, T'Challa will definitely die.

Bella looked around, her expression a little playful: "The question now is not who will win, but when will this duel begin."

"What?" Her words aroused the confusion of several female soldiers of the Royal Guard. This time she spoke in Wakandan.

"Why do you say that? My son is the strongest warrior in Wakanda." The old king T'Chaka asked the question on many people's minds.

While they were talking in low voices, in the arena below, the old priest of Wakanda was questioning the four major tribes one by one according to tradition.

Although the Border Tribe and the River Tribe are dissatisfied with T'Chaka and T'Challa and his son, they have not come out to compete for the position of the Black Panther. The Black Panther belongs to the royal family. This is also a tradition. They have the right to challenge, but they have not done so since ancient times. I have used this right and today is no exception.

Bella seemed to be casually chatting and said: "Where is the challenger? These people foolishly asked T'Challa to drink the potion. It would be interesting if Eric Klimanger didn't show up."

She revealed the whereabouts of Eric Klimanger, and the old king T'Chaka came to his senses and hurriedly turned to look at the captain of the guard.

The female warrior Okoye hurriedly contacted her subordinates in the palace, but no one responded after calling several times.

"Outsiders! What do you know? Under the witness of the Leopard God, a duel is sacred! Eric will not give up this honor!" The leader of the River Tribe shouted loudly with a plate stuffed in his lower lip.

Bella waved her hands and smiled nonchalantly. You don't mind, so what do I mind? I hope you won't cry after a while.

The old King T'Chaka had long wanted to cancel this meaningless duel. It would only make sense for the Black Panther and the throne to be passed on to his son. If it was occupied by an outsider, he would have nothing to reform.

He immediately asked the priest who was presiding over the ceremony to stop the entire ceremony.

What? Stop? The bald old priest with a tattooed face couldn't figure out what was going on. Seeing the old king's expression becoming more and more anxious, he looked at the medicine bowl in his hand and then at the extremely weak Black Panther T'Challa.

Son, you should drink it later!

Several tribe leaders discovered that Eric Klimanger was not present. Their rigid thinking was unable to make a correct judgment at all, and their faces were full of confusion.

"Why haven't you started yet?"

"Long live Wakanda!"

"Long live Wakanda! Hohohoho—!"

Many Wakandans who didn't know the truth crossed their hands on their chests. Some shouted slogans, some urged loudly, and some joined in the booing.

T'Challa didn't know why he hadn't started fighting yet. He thought it was the king's own father who was helping him buy time. Now that nearly two minutes had passed, he felt that he had regained some strength.

The tradition of this challenge can be said to be extremely detrimental to the original Black Panther. He knew it well, but tradition is tradition and cannot be changed. He can only accept the loss. He took a deep breath and said to the old priest: "I'm going to Okay, let’s get started, let Eric Klimanger enter.”

The old priest was speechless and looked at T'Challa with sympathy: "Under the gaze of the great Leopard God, I should uphold the principles of justice, but I think... I think your opponent has broken the promise."

What? what? A bunch of question marks popped up in Black Panther T'Challa's mind. He looked around. The enhancement of the Heart-Shaped Grass was removed. His vision dropped a lot. He could only vaguely see the king's father having sex with a few people. They were talking about something.

That guy didn't come? Have you been let go? !

He looked at the old priest with annoyance, "No one is here, you just let me drink medicine?" That crappy drug almost killed me, you know? The old priest was also very embarrassed. Wakanda has been in this pattern for thousands of years. Who could have imagined such twists and turns? He took out a heart-shaped herbal potion for the winner from the herbal bag he carried with him.

He gestured to T'Challa, meaning how about you have another bowl?

If I drink the heart-shaped herbal potion and Eric Klimanger comes back later, will I have to remove the potion again? T'Challa was full of hesitation. No matter how strong he was, he couldn't help but tossing back and forth like this! Will he die on the spot?

While he was hesitating, a series of loud noises came from the distant city of Wakanda, and the ground shook violently.

"Hahahaha - I won't let you play anymore. Your defense system is really fragile. I'm waiting for you at the palace." Magneto jumped into the air very gracefully, and then flew to the Wakanda Palace at an extremely fast speed. He was on the raft. Several of his subordinates were specially selected and had a certain degree of water control ability. At this time, they all jumped into the river to escape.

"Quick! Give me the potion!" T'Challa made a quick decision and took the heart-shaped herbal potion from the old priest's hand, and drank it again.

The old priest was very familiar with this process and ordered the attendants on the side to bury the unconscious T'Challa in a special vessel filled with red sand. Then he looked at the old king T'Chaka, what should we do next, boss? Do you have an idea?