The huge sky garden was deformed like a delicate machine.

Such a scene was observed by the whole world in various ways. Not to mention the satellites, the live helicopters of the TV station that tried desperately to get close showed such amazing changes to the whole world, which made people excited, amazed, and even drove the reporters to get closer.

Semiramis did not stop the helicopters from approaching.

It was better to say that this was her will. The black coffin that had gathered energy slowly moved, even making way for the eyes of the whole world.

The deformation of the whole palace was calmed in such a focus. On one side was a wall rising with the throne as the center. All the servants stood on the steps, and the steps and walls spread to both sides, enclosing an open space the size of a football field. As mentioned at the beginning, everyone

can see the purpose of this building at a glance.

Duel Arena.

As a matter of course, the camera zoomed in to the center of the arena.

The only two people standing in it were confronting each other.

Shen He, who everyone knew, and the Black Panther uniform that appeared several times in Wakanda's online publicity.

Is this preparing for a one-on-one battle?

When everyone began to realize this, people naturally became excited.

Fist-to-flesh fighting, honor and victory have always made people excited.

"Brother...actually..."

In the palace of Wakanda, T'Challa's family was also paying attention to the three-dimensional picture placed in the center of the hall. His sister Princess Shuri, Wakanda's most powerful technical expert, couldn't help but tighten her heart for T'Challa.

"This is his own choice." The old king sat on the throne, staring intently.

Although disappointed with T'Challa's naivety, in his heart, he also hoped that his son would win.

"If the opponent is Shen He..." Princess Shuri quickly opened the virtual interface and tapped, "The opponent also has a set of armor, which is very tough and can repair itself, but it does not have the ability to absorb impact. There was a time when the armor was put away and rested during the New York War. If brother can rely on the Black Panther armor to move around...why don't they start?"

Under the tense gaze of everyone in the hall, the two people in the center of the arena just stood.

Everything is ready, but before the fight officially begins, one thing needs to be done first.

Sign the bet agreement.

A roll of parchment, controlled by Semiramis, flew lightly in front of T'Challa.

It contained the bet that had just been agreed upon.

If T'Challa wins, Shen He will personally apologize, and if he loses, he will pay the price of vibranium.

This is not fair.

But T'Challa was not even qualified to challenge.

"What is written on that parchment!?"

The old king stood up all of a sudden, looked at his son, took off his armor gloves, bit his finger, and pressed the blood mark on it.

"I can't see clearly." Princess Shuri tried to zoom in, "There is light on it."

"Issue a notice saying that T'Challa is no longer the prince of Wakanda." The old king clenched his fists tightly, but when he sat down again, he still closed his eyes and said in a low voice, "Wait, wait a little longer."

Although he had guessed that there was a treaty on the parchment that was not favorable to Wakanda, if he refused at this moment, his son might not even be qualified to fight.

After all, he still couldn't bear to see his son die in vain.

Even if he died in the arena, he died to protect his own honor. For the proud T'Challa, there was no regret.

"They started."

Princess Shuri couldn't help but come to the old king's side and held her father's hand tightly.

The two people in the camera finally moved after signing the agreement.

It should be said that it was T'Challa who changed.

He was like a real black panther, slowly lowering his body, holding his claws in front of him, and staring at Shen He in front of him through his helmet.

This is not hunting prey, but challenging a stronger one.

Blood flowed from his tightly bitten lips.

If this battle fails, he will become a sinner in Wakanda. Just this thought made him a little breathless.

And Shen He just stood there indifferently, with no change in expression and no fighting posture.

He even hesitated whether to take out the imperial weapon and be haunted by evil spirits.

"Master of Chaldea... I must defeat you!"

With a declaration of extreme repression, T'Challa pounced forward, his claws leaving traces on the ground, and the moment he arrived in front of Shen He, he twisted his body at an incredible angle and grabbed Shen He's back of the head fiercely.

With the sharpness of vibranium.

If he hits it this time, it will be his victory.

Poof!

The imagined impact did not happen, and this must-hit hit hit the soft mercury.

The defensive form of the Moon Marrow Spirit Liquid.

"This is not an equal battle at all."

Shen He sighed, stretched out his palm, and the liquid Moon Marrow Spirit Liquid gathered in his hand, turning into a huge long sword, and then in an instant, it made a sharp sound and cut through the air, and chopped the waist of the black panther fiercely, knocking him out along with the sudden burst of air in the air, and sliding heavily across the ground.

Now T'Challa is not a real black panther at all.

The defense of this first-generation vibranium uniform is far less powerful than the future nano form, and he himself has not taken the heart-shaped grass to strengthen his physique.

Shen He himself was already above level 40, and had briefly reached level 60 using a power-up card, so he was able to compete head-on with the blackened Saint Hou Fang Zhi Shui.

However, the battle was not over yet.

The black panther not far away slowly climbed up from the ground.

From the action, it can be seen that even with the protection of the vibranium armor, he was still injured under the pure violence and sharp weapons.

"Yes..." Semiramis's mouth curled up a happy smile, "That's it."

"..."

Shen He could only watch T'Challa who continued to rush over in silence.

Boom!

Another full-strength slash.

"Brother!"

Princess Shuri couldn't help but scream. She kept collecting data on the computer, but the result made her fall into the abyss.

How could this be...

Shen He's data was completely different from the New York battle, and there was also the kind of weapon that blocked all of T'Challa's attacks like cheating.

Even without calculation, she could easily get the final result.

T'Challa's hope of winning was zero.

People all over the world saw that this was not a battle, but a one-sided ravage.

T'Challa rushed forward again and again, and was knocked away again and again. Shen He didn't even move his feet at all. Every blow made a trembling explosion in the air.

"This is too cruel."

"Why do you still stand up?"

"It's enough!"

Many people on the Internet began to feel worried for T'Challa. Shen He did not chase him or ridicule him. He just told T'Challa again and again with facts that there was a huge gap in strength.

But every time, T'Challa used all his strength to stand up and roared to attack. Even though his movements were getting slower and slower, he didn't stop for a moment. Every

time Shen He swung his attack, it became heavier.

He could completely take off the opponent's helmet, knock him out, and easily end this unsuspenseful battle to show his mercy.

In fact, he did intend to do so at the beginning.

However, he felt a strong determination to die from T'Challa's attack. The opponent even gave up thinking and gave up the possibility of winning. He just fearlessly launched attacks from the front again and again, showing the will of the Black Panther to the world.

He knew he would lose. In the infinite despair, he could only use everything he had to fill his inner regret and guilt towards Wakanda in this way.

This made Shen He start to hesitate.

He finally understood the meaning of Semiramis's bad taste.

Calm, compassion, sadness, or arrogance and joy.

There is no right or wrong in this battle. Both sides are betting on their own positions that cannot be retreated, but T'Challa's despair at this moment is undoubtedly given to him by Shen He using the power in his hands.

This will not be the first time, nor will it be the last time.

So, in front of Jeanne d'Arc, Violet, Ryougi Shiki, Saiki Kusuo and others.

How should I choose?

Semiramis... you really gave me a difficult problem.

Shen He questioned his heart, took a deep breath, pulled out his dagger, and stabbed it into the ground.

Evil ghosts!

The roar of the monster resounded through the arena, and the hideous armor with bone spurs wrapped around his body, and the fierce breath burst out in an instant.

The spear appeared in his hand.

"I have no right to pity you." Shen He walked towards T'Challa step by step. "Since you want to die as Black Panther, I respect your choice."

No more holding back.

No more thinking about saving the life of this Marvel hero.

Shen He questioned his heart and decided to kill the opponent in front of him with respect for the hero and the unprecedented determination.

All the strength in his body gathered on the sharp edge of the spear.

T'Challa faced the biting cold without any sense of relief, because he finally understood that his honor and his death could not make up for the huge losses he brought to Wakanda.

Boom!

The tip of the spear, which was powerful enough to pierce the mountains, hit his chest, and the piercing tearing sound was mixed with the loud noise of the impact.

The helmet fell off under the air wave, accompanied by a large mouthful of blood.

Under this blow, T'Challa's body flew heavily across the entire arena and hit the wall. In the camera picture, the first generation of Black Panther armor, which was said to be unbreakable, had already appeared several cracks.

Even Thor's hammer could be crushed.

What's more, this is just a battle armor woven with vibranium.

Blood has completely filled T'Challa's mouth. He feels that his life is leaving him. His chest has gradually become cold and his vision has begun to blur.

But he is still squirming, as if he wants to get up.

Shen He no longer hesitates.

The spear left deep marks on the ground. With every step he took, Shen He could feel the determination in his heart. This is T'Challa's choice, and it is also his choice.

The last blow!

It hit the ground heavily, stirring up a large cloud of dust.

Because of the sudden appearance of the purple chain, T'Challa was dragged away.

"Semiramis!"

Shen He's voice resounded throughout the arena. The spear was inserted into the ground. He really felt the anger welling up in his heart.

In such a battle, others should not interfere.

"Master." The Queen appeared in front of Shen He, her beautiful face full of grievances, "The battle is over. I just received a message from Wakanda that their king is willing to admit defeat and take responsibility for all the decisions made by T'Challa."

"..."

Shen He looked at the tablet handed over by Semiramis. On it was a video sent by the old king, his queen, his daughter, and his ministers.

The time he received this video was just before he made his final blow.

"Have you passed on the content of the bet?" Shen He asked, still holding the spear.

"Of course, Master." Semiramis narrowed his eyes slightly, "It was passed on at the beginning of the battle. Otherwise, if they planned to abandon the prince and refused to acknowledge the content of the bet, wouldn't there be no need to fight at all?"

"..." Shen He looked at her deeply.

There was no need to say anything more. This oldest poisoner was like a blooming poppy, charming and dangerous.

But she was his servant.

It was the responsibility of the master to bear and accept everything from the servant.

"Thank you."

Shen He said softly, and the spear and armor in his hand dissipated like smoke.

He already knew what kind of person the empress was.

He had already decided to accept the "poison" together. What's more, he believed that everything the empress did was for his goal.

But the moment Shen He turned around, the smile on Semiramis's face gradually disappeared.

——What hypocrisy and cunning this is.

Semiramis bit her lip. She had done something against the will of her master and was even prepared to be scolded. But what was this thank you for? How could she put her sinister taste into action in the future? Wouldn't she sooner or later become a man's good baby like those stupid women?

That was really absurd!

Shen He didn't feel Semiramis's complicated mood, because he saw the smiles of Jeanne d'Arc and Violet.

What the result was, it didn't matter.

What mattered was that he made a decision and didn't use the power in his hands to give his opponent insulting mercy.

......

......

As if a long night had passed, T'Challa slowly opened his eyes.

This was a familiar roof.

He returned to Wakanda and returned to his own room.

And that old back.

"Father..."

T'Challa struggled to get up, but found that his body, which should have been seriously injured, was intact, and there was even a kind of power that he had never had flowing through his limbs.

Dream?

Or an illusion after death?

"This is the effect of the heart-shaped grass." As if he knew T'Challa's confusion, the old king slowly turned around and looked at his son with cloudy eyes.

"Father."

T'Challa finally realized that this was not a dream. He fell off the bed, crawled at his father's feet, lowered his once proud head, and confessed and cried from the bottom of his heart.

"I don't deserve to be the Black Panther. I am a sinner in Wakanda. Why should the heart-shaped grass be wasted on me? I should be like the most humble servant and accept the people's curse."

"No, my child." The old king trembled and put his rough palm on T'Challa's head. "You let the people see the tenacity of the Black Panther, and let me see your growth. You will not be a servant, you will be crowned king."

"But..." T'Challa's heart was trembling, and he thought of the bet printed with his blood.

"That's not important." The old king laughed, and there was real ease in his laughter. "Technology is not important, and vibranium is even less important. Wakanda has never relied on these, because nothing can bring true strength more than a true king and the people who have full confidence in this king..."

At the moment when T'Challa was defeated

, it was not the old king, not the queen, and even less Princess Shuri who wanted to save him.

Instead, it was the people of Wakanda who spontaneously gathered outside the palace.