"Does it take seeing their hot blood spilled on your face to prove you're a man?"
"Even a kid who knows nothing can pick up a knife, how weak must your hands be to not be able to pick up a knife?
"Could it be that you are different from others and have no bones in your flesh? Let us see what a boneless hand looks like."
"And the horses. The grassland is so vast. If you ride for seven or eight hours every day and don't pass the same place for a month, will the horses still gain weight?"
The coldness in Stu's words froze the fire in the man's eyes.
The people standing behind Nastu heard the tone of Nastu's voice and knew that this was a sign of his anger.
The two men looked at the fat man coldly.
This man is not far from death.
The four questions disrupted what the fat man wanted to say, and he opened his mouth but couldn't utter a word.
But his eyes were darting around, and some people had already seen a look of contempt on their faces.
The man didn't want to be laughed at by the people around him, so he slammed his fist on the table.
The wooden table couldn't withstand such a strong attack and cracked in the middle.
The pot of wine placed in the middle was not affected and fell smoothly to the ground.
The man with a few strands of white hair in his black hair breathed a sigh of relief.
I hope the wine is fine.
The coldness in Nastu's eyes grew even stronger.
This idiot, pay for his table.
Fortunately, the wine that Abulu had treasured for three years was fine.
A thin man sitting next to him glanced at the fat man with disdain, then glanced at the silent people opposite him.
What a bunch of losers, they were frightened by Stu's few words.
He took a sip of the wine in front of him, which gave him courage.
Others: You act like you have such courage.
He said seriously:
"The strong prey on the weak; this is the iron rule of survival on the grasslands. Weak tribes shouldn't exist."
"It has been like this since ancient times. Does the Khan intend to go against the will of the gods?"
The fat man only realized after the thin man finished speaking that this was what he wanted to say.
Seeing that his words were interrupted, he felt unwilling and the anger in his eyes shifted.
He will take back his place later.
Nastu lowered his legs from his knees and leaned slightly against the back of the chair.
"What a law of the jungle! If you can't beat me, then you can die right now."
The thin man became unhappy when he heard this and quickly defended himself.
"It's our tribe that can't beat yours, not me that can't beat you."
Nastu sneered when he heard this, touched the white hair on his wrist, and stood up.
"Go out and fight."
"See who deserves to live and who deserves to die."
All those seen on the battlefield were wearing armor, riding war horses, and holding swords. Regardless of their strength, they all looked pleasing to the eye.
Now that he had taken off his gear, he really didn't want to see them at all.
It's time to clean up.
The thin man stood up and adjusted his belt.
"Since the Khan says so, let's have a fair duel."
Fair? He's probably afraid of being beaten up.
"Okay, fair, one on one."
The fat man was not willing to be outdone and stood up as well.
"Wait, I was the one who said it first, so logically I should be the one to fight the Khan first."
He couldn't let this man who was as thin as a pole take all the credit.
With so many people here, it's a good opportunity to redeem ourselves.
If he killed Stu directly, the middle position would be his.
Kill two birds with one stone.
"Whatever, you two can come together."
Nastu ignored their scramble and walked forward, not even turning his head as he said this.
No matter who it is, the result is the same.
When the thin man heard that someone was helping him to drain Stu's energy, he was extremely happy.
I cursed the fat man in my heart for being such a fool. I don’t know how he became the leader of the tribe when he was so stupid.
His people had to pay respects to such people every day, which showed that they were very patient.
The warriors standing on both sides of the door watched Nastu approach, reached out and lifted the curtain to let him pass.
As soon as he took a step out of the tent, Stu turned around, a smile appeared in his eyes, and his tone was much lighter than before.
"I'll give you some time to prepare. Don't lose too badly when the time comes. There are so many people watching us."
The young man's high spirits can be seen from his eyebrows and eyes.
If he had met such a person a few years earlier, he would not have let him say a word and would have beaten him to a pulp.
The fat man saw the mockery in Stu's eyes and felt even more dissatisfied. He kicked the wooden fragments on the ground.
Unfortunately, he kicked the knee of the boy who was halfway standing up on the opposite side.
Nastu had already walked out of the tent. When he heard the movement in the tent, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The two men standing behind him were confused and looked at each other, neither of them understanding why Stu was laughing.
Can you still laugh when you meet an idiot?
Although the boy who was hit had a young face, he was not someone who would be bullied.
He bent down, picked up a pot of wine on the table and threw it hard at the fat man.
Although the fat man had a lot of flesh on his body and was bloated, he was a trained man after all, so he dodged to the side.
Next to the fat man was a leader who loved drinking. He reached out and grabbed the flying wine jug, and a few drops of wine flew out and splashed onto his hand.
Men really love wine and can't bear to see good wine wasted like this, absolutely not.
As soon as the wine touched his hands, he licked it clean.
For a moment, it felt like fireworks were ignited in my heart. What a great wine.
The young man said to the fat man viciously: "Be careful next time."
After saying that, he lifted his robe, pushed aside the men blocking his way, and walked out of the tent.
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