Your Way of Flattery Is Truly Unique

On the plain below the hill, Azzuri led the way, followed by six female guards, plunging straight into the battlefield like arrows.

Upon seeing Azzuri's Black Panther attire, the warriors of the White Ape Tribe around him were stunned for a moment. In that brief moment of hesitation, one of them was sent flying by a powerful punch.

Azzuri let out a low growl, his ten sharp claws snapping out and striking the enemies in front of him in rapid succession. Each strike was as fast as lightning, aimed straight for vital points.

Muffled groans echoed across the field, and in the blink of an eye, a clearing was created. More than ten soldiers from the White Ape Tribe flew out horizontally, all of them killed instantly.

Azzuri was not a bloodthirsty king, and he always used a policy of appeasement to mediate conflicts between tribes. But this time was different; he had to create fear through killing in order to intimidate his enemies.

Six female guards, armed with spears and shields, shielded Azzuri from the attacks, and the seven-man squad quickly charged into the center of the battlefield.

"Sir, shouldn't we take action?" At the edge of the battlefield, a group of people stood out from the crowd.

"Why should we intervene? The agreement doesn't include helping him restore his country!" Russell crossed his arms. "Don't be fooled by their bloody battles, where they're fighting tooth and nail. That's just infighting, a family affair. If we get involved, things will be different."

"Boss, you plan to deplete Wakanda's manpower so that when foreign enemies invade, they will come begging to your door so you can easily dictate terms, right?" Yelena's eyes flashed with a sharp light as she looked at Russell with admiration. As expected of the leader of Hydra, he was indeed ruthless and heartless.

As soon as Yelena finished speaking, Natasha and Bucky turned their heads to look elsewhere. The scenery was so beautiful that they didn't hear anything.

You think you're so smart! You think you know everything!

Russell put on a stern face. "You're overthinking it. I don't have that many bad intentions. I just don't want to steal Azzuri's thunder."

On the battlefield, Azzuri slaughtered his way through the enemy lines, his body stained with blood, adding to the ferocity of the Black Panther's image.

"It's Black Panther! Our king has returned!!"

Their sudden emergence quickly attracted the attention of others on the battlefield, with the soldiers of the Golden Tribe being the first to react.

Morale is something invisible and intangible, but its importance on the battlefield is undeniable. It can boost soldiers' courage, enhance army cohesion, and inspire the energy, stamina, and capabilities of the entire team.

Azzuri's appearance was like a shot in the arm, giving the warriors a renewed sense of purpose and boosting their morale. In stark contrast, the White Ape Tribe's morale plummeted, their faces filled with fear, hesitant to advance.

"Warriors, fight for Wakanda!"

Azzuri raised his arms and shouted, and countless cheers immediately responded. The White Ape Tribe's morale plummeted, and the situation instantly reversed, turning into a one-sided Carnage.

The two sides engaged in a chase, with Azzuri leading his army in a surprise attack, only stopping when they reached the western edge of the capital. He did not rashly venture too far into enemy territory, but ordered his troops to rest and recuperate on the spot, waiting for reinforcements to arrive while also releasing prisoners to deliver a message to Elder White Ape.

"Wakanda has only one king. According to tradition, only by challenging and defeating the old king can one become the new king!" In the capital, the Elder White Ape repeated Azzuri's words, veins throbbing on his neck.

"He wants to challenge you and reclaim the throne..."

"My king, Azzuri is deliberately provoking you. Do not fall for his treacherous scheme."

"That's right, you are already the king, there's no need to care about a loser."

Elder White Ape's subordinates all advised against it, fearing that he might agree because he couldn't handle the shock.

In the past, Elder White Ape, though reckless and brute, could still be considered shrewd despite his rough exterior. But ever since he devoured the flesh and blood of the white giant ape, his intelligence has plummeted, and his personality has become brutal. He kills entire families at the drop of a hat, acting more Beast than a human.

"Hmph, only by defeating the old king can one become the new king. Do you think Azzuri meant to challenge me when he said that?" The Elder White Ape glanced at his seat, his face showing disdain. "You are all wrong. What he meant was that my throne is undeserved because I have not defeated him."

The group exchanged bewildered glances, until one of them finally spoke up and asked, "My king, what do you mean?"

"I accept his challenge!"

"Your Majesty, this is too reckless. You have no obligation to do this..."

"Shut up!"

Elder White Ape slammed his fist on the throne, startling everyone into silence. "I have obtained power greater than Azzuri's. I will defeat him fair and square, leaving him speechless."

"But..."

Elder White Ape looked over coldly. "I said shut up. Anyone who dares to utter another word will be killed."

The decisive battle took place on the west side of the capital, where the remnants of the four tribes and the soldiers of the White Ape Tribe faced each other across the distance, leaving a battlefield empty in between.

The tribe's vices made the throne seem somewhat frivolous, at least in the eyes of Russell and his group. There was also the Elder White Ape, whose thought process was so peculiar that it was hard to understand.

"What exactly is his purpose in agreeing to Azzuri's challenge?" Russell frowned, deep in thought, realizing that things were not so simple.

For Elder White Ape, a one-on-one duel offered no benefit if won, but utter ruin if lost; there was no reason for him to agree. Besides, if he were merely a brute who could solve problems with sheer force, he would never become the new king of Wakanda.

Russell felt there must be a conspiracy involved!

The tribal warriors have already sounded their horns; the battle for the throne is about to begin. Russell turned and whispered, "Tell our men to be careful; there might be a trap!"

Bucky and Natasha nodded. They had analyzed the intelligence and shared the same thought as Russell: the Elder White Ape was cunning and ruthless, and must have other schemes up his sleeve.

"Boss, is it possible that he's really stupid and just got lucky to become king?" Yelena asked doubtfully. To make it more convincing, she added, "He has a simple-minded face, far from being like you, Boss. I never would have guessed he was such a shrewd person."

Russell: "..."

Your way of flattering is truly unique; I almost laughed!

Azzuri emerged amidst the shouts of the warriors. He removed his Black Panther armor, wielding a shield in one hand and a spear in the other—both ordinary weapons devoid of Vibranium.

On the other side, Elder White Ape also strode out, bare-handed, with a powerful and imposing gait.

Looking at Elder White Ape's appearance, Russell suddenly felt that he might have been overthinking things. This guy was big and burly, with a face full of fat, perfectly illustrating what it means to have a background character's face.

In a TV series, this kind of person wouldn't last more than two episodes; in a novel, he'd be even worse off—the author wouldn't bother giving him a name.

Based on Russell's years of experience, unless the director wanted to pad the story, this kind of character would basically be defeated as soon as they appeared. There wouldn't be much plot to show his courage and resourcefulness; instead, his strength would be demonstrated through indirect portrayal.

"Azzuri, I thought you were dead out there. I never thought that a sinner like you would have the face to return to Wakanda!" Elder White Ape mocked loudly, his voice so loud that everyone could hear him.

The White Ape Tribe burst into laughter, mocking Azzuri for his shamelessness and unworthiness to be the King of Wakanda. The four tribes' morale immediately deflated. Azzuri's photograph had been secretly circulated widely by those with ulterior motives, and many knew of the king's disgraceful deeds; they were powerless to refute him.

While His Majesty the King has a good physique and is very flexible, the scenes of muscle confrontation are too impactful and can easily cause psychological discomfort.

"Elder White Ape, others may not know the truth of the matter, but surely you do?" Amidst the laughter of the crowd, Azzuri remained fearless and open-minded as he rebuked Elder White Ape.

"What! What's the truth?" Elder White Ape was completely bewildered. Could it be that the VIP set of 998 wasn't the complete collection, but also had Vibranium member version?

"Elder White Ape, you lured me away during the great battle, ambushed me in a deserted place, captured me, and humiliated me in every way. Later, you distributed the photos throughout the country..."

Azzuri, with tears streaming down his face, recounted the Elder White Ape's conspiracy. The Elder White Ape used vibranium as Vibranium to force him to take humiliating photos, which were then spread throughout the country, sparking a struggle for the new king.

It can be said that the tribal rebellion in Wakanda was entirely orchestrated by the Elder White Ape. It was because of the Elder White Ape and the White Ape Cult's ambitions that Wakanda brought about this catastrophe.

"A sinner! He is a sinner of Wakanda!!!"

"He is not fit to be king, he has no right to be one!"

"Kill him, Azzuri will be the only king!"

"..."

The soldiers of the White Ape Tribe looked at each other, speechless and unsure of what to do. The four tribes, on the other hand, were filled with righteous indignation, their eyes blazing with fury as they cursed the Elder White Ape with hoarse voices.

Azzuri lived up to his reputation as a wise man, turning the tide with just a few words, portraying himself as a victim who sacrificed himself for the country, and labeling Elder White Ape as a schemer and war criminal.

"Nonsense! Don't listen to his nonsense. This is a frame-up, and it has nothing to do with me!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, Elder White Ape immediately began to defend himself loudly. Unfortunately, the photos that had been widely circulated before were his work, and given his current lack of intelligence, his explanations seemed more like a guilty conscience, which only drew more criticism.

"Damn it, you've all been fooled by him!" Seeing that explanations were useless, Elder White Ape's eyes turned bloodshot. Just then, he spotted Russell and his group, locking onto several familiar faces. Overjoyed, he exclaimed, "Look, those few..."

Whoosh!

The spear that flew through the air interrupted Elder White Ape, Azzuri pressed forward with his shield in hand. "Elder White Ape, what are you still trying to say now that things have come to this? Fight me in front of the people!"

"Roar----"

Elder White Ape was furious, his pent-up anger rising in his chest. With a roar, he pounced on Azzuri.

Bang!

Elder White Ape slammed his fist into the shield, instantly shattering it into pieces, and reached out with his large hand to grab it.

Azzuri moved nimbly, bending down to get behind the Elder White Ape, kicking him in the back of the knee and knocking him to the ground. Then he grabbed one of his arms and hooked his neck with his other hand, pressing him to the ground.

Elder White Ape fought back fiercely, flipping over and shaking off Azzuri. In terms of strength, the Beast power gained from drinking blood and eating flesh was stronger than that of the Heart-shaped herb.

"Azzuri, I will tear you to pieces in front of everyone!"