Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Chapter 2127 - 1550: A Real Man’s Duel

"Damn it! Put me down! I am the Chieftain of the Du’erbi Tribe! Put me down quickly!...""Ah, I didn’t lose! You guy just used the speed of your horse, borrowed the horse’s power to hit me... You’re not a warrior at all! If you are a warrior, duel me again!..."

The bear-like howl drifted from the dense forest deep inside, all the way to the battlefield ambushed by the river. The woods by the river are always sparse, first with interlaced growths of red pine and larch, reaching the riverbank becomes scattered ash and northeastern poplar. As the trees become fewer, the sunlight leaks down, the flooded land is exceptionally fertile, and the tall grass grows more. Those patches of tall Luwei, sweet cattails, and flower-spiked sedge are excellent fodder for feeding horses.

When Maha Agudah rode on a horse, returning with the captive chieftain Wudou Wen, he saw a busy scene. Many Jurchen warriors from the Kingdom and the Maha tribe had unloaded their armor, removed their helmets, and were busy cutting grass with axes. After this brief skirmish, people weren’t tired, but the horses were all sweaty, needing a check-up and feeding. If a horse loses weight or an injury goes unnoticed, it could be more distressing than being injured themselves.

"Great Divine Spirit! How did this tribe manage? These horses are terribly thin, they need good care, they can’t carry things or people on the road anymore!..."

Several seasoned Jurchen cavalry muttered, taking out precious barnyard grass, soothing the newly captured warhorses. To call these warhorses is a bit of a stretch, as these forest Jurchen horses clearly have males and females and haven’t undergone any training, usually focusing on carrying goods. Judging by their skinny appearance, this ambushed so-called "Du’erbi Tribe" is inevitably impoverished, with no spare food to feed horses, much like the Maha tribe years ago.

At this moment, the ambush and skirmish by the river have long ended. Over thirty captured hunters from the Du’erbi Tribe were bound hand and foot with sisal ropes, strung together in a long chain, like strung-up Big Mahayu. Seeing this skillful handiwork, it must be the Kingdom’s veteran warriors at work, almost impossible for captives to escape.

"Ancestor! I caught this bear chieftain! No one escaped!"

"Good! Chief Divine bless us! Ali and I are interrogating their camp’s location, I’ll tell you later!"

"Alright! Great Divine Spirit bless us!..."

Maha Agudah took a look while riding the horse, nodded at Zuwaro who was interrogating the prisoners. Wudou Wen, tied to the horse’s back, was still shouting energetically, even having the strength to struggle. Agudah raised his brows, a bit surprised at this guy’s physique. He jumped off the horse, tossed this hefty "Bear" off the horse’s back, cursed loudly.

"You fool are both stupid and heavy, if you broke my horse, I’d cut off your bear’s head!..."

"Roar! I want to duel with you!"

"Ha! You’re my captive. How do we calculate the win and loss in a duel with you?"

"I... You... You’re scared! You don’t dare!"

"Haha! It is just a duel, isn’t it? I promise you! But on one condition... If you win, I’ll let you go. If you lose, you must follow me, join my tribe, and help me lead horses into battle!..."

"Follow you, help you lead horses into battle? I’m the Chieftain of Du’erbi Tribe!..."

"What? Are you scared, don’t dare to fight?"

"Roar! Am I not brave?! Come, let’s fight now! No one is allowed to wear armor, barehanded fight!"

"Hahaha! Come on, then let’s go!..."

Maha Agudah got interested, threw down his helmet, tore off the thick leather armor hanging on his body, bare-chested, tossed the axe at his waist. Yes, to chase and capture, reducing the horse’s burden, he didn’t wear iron armor, just leather armor. Then, he tugged at the rope tied around Wudou Wen, dragged this "Bear" to the river side’s mudflat, loudly declaring to all the spectators, tribal warriors, and captured Du’erbi hunters.

"Ancestor witnesses! I am going to duel with this bear chieftain!"

"You’ve all seen it, heard it! If your chieftain wins, I will let him go and even give him a horse! If he loses, he’ll follow me, help lead horses into battle for me!..."

"This is a duel witnessed by the Forest Sea’s Great Divine Spirit! Those who break their oath will turn into rats, despised by the Divine Spirit and Ancestor!..."

After this fierce curse, Maha Agudah turned his head, grinning as he looked at Wudou Wen, asked.

"I have sworn! Now it’s your turn!..."

"..."

"Are you scared now?"

"Damn it! I swear, I’m betting bigger! If I win, you not only let me go, but also let my tribe go! And if I lose... Not only will I help lead horses into battle for you, my captured clansmen will also help lead horses into battle for you!"

"Oh?!"

Upon hearing this, Maha Agudah paused, laughed heartily.

"Good! I promise you! Just like that!..."

"Come! Let’s fight!"

Saying, Maha Agudah untied the ropes binding Wudou Wen, released this strong "Bear". Zuwaro was intrigued, watching the duel between the two Shengshu Jurchen Chiefs, without interrupting, his face showed contemplation. Wudou Wen gritted his teeth, took off the leather robe on his upper body, quietly moved his bound red limbs, suddenly let out a war cry, fiercely charged towards Agudah.

"Roar!!"

"Bang!!"

Maha Agudah stared, exerted full force, collided with Wudou Wen with a "bang", making a sound that made people’s teeth ache. Two formidable Jurchen strongmen bared their muscular upper bodies, muscles taut, fists striking flesh, making a few fierce punches at each other. No one retreated, as they fought closer, directly entering the phase of close wrestling.

Wudou Wen’s hands were like a bear pouncing for prey, tightly clasping Agudah’s shoulders, attempting to flip Agudah over directly. Yet his proud tremendous bear force first met a rival!

Agudah’s body sank, his feet like nails, only wobbled slightly. Then, he deeply inhaled, fiercely embraced the waist, heavily stomped his legs, frantically pushed with exertion, like a pouncing giant tiger, forcefully pushed Wudou Wen back two steps, violently slammed him to the ground!

"Ah roar!!"

"Roar!..."

"..."

Zuwaro’s eye twitched as he watched two robust, bare-chested men wrestling endlessly in the mud, howling like crazed tigers and bears and kicking up a cloud of dirt.

This kind of brutal physical combat was far from "friendly" for someone like him, a "wise and handsome" priest. Such forceful and brute methods used by his "brother-in-law" to win over the same clan were beyond his understanding and ability.

"Ow! Roar!... Do you submit?!"

After a round of furious grappling, the two chieftains finally fell into an up-and-down position, determining victory and defeat. Maha Agudah, drenched in sweat, was sitting on Wudou Wen’s waist, his right hand gripping Wudou Wen’s throat, right elbow pressing down on his left arm, while his left hand firmly immobilized Wudou Wen’s right arm’s inner elbow, completely locking down his upper body.

Covered in mud and panting like an ox, Wudou Wen continued to struggle in the mud. However, the robust knee of Agudah, capable of instantly killing a wolf, was pressing against his waist. He couldn’t escape, could only kick his legs with dissatisfaction, making muffled cries.

"Roar... I... I don’t yield..."

"Do you submit?!"

"I... don’t... submit..."

"Don’t submit? Then die!..."

Maha Agudah’s eyes were fierce, as his iron-like right hand tightened its grip, turning Wudou Wen’s face red and his head pointed. Seeing this "bear" about to be choked to death, yet refusing to concede, Agudah suddenly released him, got up from his opponent, spread his arms wide, and shouted loudly.

"If you don’t submit, then come again!"

"Huff... Huff... Huff!"

Wudou Wen breathed heavily, dripping with sweat and mud, got up from the ground. He shook his dazed head, eyes red with ferocity, let out a bear-like roar, and pounced toward Agudah once more.

"Roar! Die!!..."

"Bang!"

This time, Wudou Wen’s struggle lasted even shorter, as Agudah wrapped his arms around Wudou Wen’s shoulders and hooked his thick legs, executing a side-slam and flipping him onto the ground! Without pausing, he immediately restrained Wudou Wen’s arms and pressed him down again!

"Ha! Do you submit?!..."

"I... do not submit..."

Wudou Wen struggled like a landed Mahayu, with his chest muscles inflated, trying to break free from under Maha Agudah. However, this posture of struggle only hastened the depletion of his strength, making him pant like a bellows. With a tiger-like ferocious smile, Maha Agudah bared his teeth. Until this "bear" was completely exhausted and unable to move, he again released his hands, stood up, and shouted.

"Bear! Come again!..."

"Huff! Huff... I’m not a bear, I’m a bear!..."

Wudou Wen struggled to get up, his head and face bruised, his muscles trembling all over. This kind of wrestling combat drained his strength as if constantly sprinting. He panted heavily for a while before mustering his last bits of strength and, with one final bit of unwillingness, charged at Agudah like a galloping horse!

"Roar! I can’t lose! I’ll ram you to death!...Uh!! Huh!..."

Facing Wudou Wen’s maddened charge, Maha Agudah dodged for the first time, then swiftly extended his hand, quickly grabbing his opponent’s neck. Then, pushing down with his shoulder and arm, he pulled Wudou Wen aside like leading a horse, while pressing down firmly.

"Ow roar!..."

Wudou Wen, eyes red, his view swayed violently, and his bear-like body swayed involuntarily. In that instant, an iron-whip-like thick leg swept fiercely underneath. That kick sent him staggering, and combined with a pair of tiger-like arms, directly slammed him to the ground, causing his world to spin! This neck-hold slam, as long as strength and technique were sufficient, could not only restrain a mighty man but even subdue a frightened galloping horse!

"Roar! Do you submit?!"

"I... I... do not... submit..."

"Do you submit?!"

"I... I... do not..."

Once more with zeal, the second with decline, the third with exhaustion. After being slammed three times, Wudou Wen’s muscles were entirely spent. He struggled for a moment, choking once more under Agudah’s grip, unable to breathe. And then, a pair of fierce tiger eyes stared into his bear eyes, viciously asking.

"Do you submit?!"

"Do you submit?!"

"I... I..."

Wudou Wen’s bear face turned red, brain short on oxygen, and the roar from his opponent made his head throb with pain, almost swelling up. Shaking his head vigorously, gasping like a fish, Agudah loosened his grip, waiting for his response. Then, everyone heard a disjointed, confused, yet excited answer.

"I can’t lose!...I don’t submit...I... I submit! I lost..."

"Ahahaha!"

Maha Agudah laughed heartily, like a triumphant "giant tiger," leaping up from the "bear." Then, with one hand, he seized Wudou Wen’s thick braid, pulling that blushing, ashamed, confused head toward all the watching warriors and captives, wildly laughing and shouting.

"Hahahaha! I won! Your chieftain conceded!..."

"From today on! You are all my war slaves and will fight for me!!..."

"Ahahaha!"