In this gathering place of Mongolians, Battelle was the strongest. Although he was not as strong as Timur, Battelle was recognized as the number one hero in this area of hundreds of miles.
When Battelle first returned home, he once represented Inner Mongolia in a competition in Outer Mongolia. He once defeated those who thought they were the direct descendants of Genghis Khan. Even if they competed with each other, few could beat him. He became famous for a while.
However, due to the special nature of Battelle's former unit, he was approached to negotiate a deal shortly after he participated in this competition. After returning, Battelle did not participate in similar activities again, but settled down to raise horses on the prairie.
Gone to graze.
"Battle, we must win..."
"Isn't this nonsense? When has Battle ever lost?"
"Can't you tell that this young man, who is tall and thin, can actually be so strong?"
"Don't worry, as long as Battle is on board, he will definitely win..."
Over the years, Battle has rarely come forward to wrestle or compete with others, so when Battle said that he wanted to compete with Zhuang Rui again, everyone who was a little depressed suddenly became excited.
Although Zhuang Rui was able to win over Timur, he was also a good man, but his warrior was defeated by an outsider. The Mongolians who were watching were still a little unhappy. Now that Battelle was going to come forward, in their opinion, the Mongolian first warrior would definitely be able to win back
The title of Hercules.
"It's a competition, Brother Battle. I'm not good at wrestling. A competition is just a wrestling match..."
Although Zhuang Rui was drunk at this moment, he also knew that wrestling was not about strength. If he tried wrestling with Battle, he would definitely be seeking death.
"Okay, let's just say arm wrestling..."
Battle nodded, his face a little solemn. His eyesight was far beyond that of those Mongolians. The moment Zhuang Rui exerted his strength, Battle could see that Zhuang Rui's explosive power was extremely strong.
But Battle didn't know that what Zhuang Rui used was not explosive power at all. The power he possessed was terrifying, and Timur's strength was not much different from that of a child in front of him.
When Zhuang Rui and Battle were standing in front of the table, Peng Fei's voice rang out: "Old Ba, you just lost to a good horse to me. What will you do if you lose again?"
When Battle heard this, he smiled awkwardly and said, "Ahem, your boy's horse is indispensable. If I lose, I will lose a good horse from you..."
On the prairie, the most indispensable thing is horses, and Battelle's ranch itself has dozens of good horses. He doesn't care at all if he loses to a few horses from his brothers. Besides, Battelle doesn't think he will lose in this game?
You know, people with strong explosive power tend to have weak endurance. As long as Battelle is prepared at the beginning and withstands Zhuang Rui's first three attacks, he believes that the final winner must be himself.
Peng Fei said with a bad smile: "Okay, if you lose later, I will have to choose the horse myself..."
As early as when he first met Battle today, Peng Fei noticed the maroon horse behind him.
"Well, no, except for red blood, you can choose whatever you want..."
After hearing Peng Fei's words, Battle's expression suddenly changed. It could be seen that he really liked the horse called Red Blood very much.
"Hey, what am I doing? I'll tell you if I win. By the way, Brother Zhuang, you just competed once, now let's compete with your left hand..."
Battle laughed at himself. When did he become so unsure of himself? He thought of losing before even competing.
Since Zhuang Rui had just competed, Battelle did not take advantage of him and proposed to compete with his left hand. Zhuang Rui nodded indifferently and said: "Okay, the left hand is the left hand..."
This time there was no interruption from Peng Fei. Zhuang Rui and Battelle stood on one side of the table, holding their left hands tightly together.
"Brother Battle, come on..."
"Battle, we must win..."
"Brother Zhuang, come on..."
Wrestling, horse racing, arm wrestling, these are all sports that can speed up the secretion of hormones in the body of men. However, the voice in the field is obviously that Battelle has surpassed Zhuang Rui. Who said this is a home battle for others.
"Brother Zhuang, be careful..."
After Battle waited until the father next to him called out, he smiled slightly and exerted force on his hands. Green veins appeared on his forearms. Battle wanted to see if he could directly defeat Zhuang Rui with his explosive power.
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However, what disappointed Battle was that even though he used almost all his strength, Zhuang Rui's left hand and forearm remained motionless, and his strength was like a stone in the sea, being neutralized by Zhuang Rui silently.
Battle was shocked. He now understood that Zhuang Rui did not win over Timur with his extraordinary explosive power, but Zhuang Rui's already amazing hand strength.
After figuring out this joint, Battle took a deep breath and used all his strength on his left forearm, but what he wanted to do was not attack but defend.
"Brother Battle, I'm going to use my strength..."
Zhuang Rui said lightly, but Battelle did not dare to reply at this time. His situation was the same as Timur's just now, and he was overwhelmed by Zhuang Rui's momentum.
Battle clearly felt that following Zhuang Rui's words, there was a huge force coming from his left hand, but Battle was already prepared, suppressing his blush and exerting all his strength to deflect this attack.
At this time, no one in the crowd of spectators spoke up to cheer for Battle, because it could be seen from the facial expressions of the two men that one's face was red and the other's face was not pale, and the superiority had actually been distinguished.
The changes at the scene also proved everyone's judgment. Although Battelle was struggling to support himself, his left forearm was still tilting outward, and Battelle's right hand was unconsciously supported on the table.
In fact, according to the rules of arm wrestling, this was a foul move, but Zhuang Rui didn't understand, and Battle didn't mean it, and everyone didn't care. This allowed Battle to regain a slight disadvantage.
But what made Battle desperate was that just when he was about to increase his strength and keep the round at five or five, Zhuang Rui's left hand suddenly came out with an overwhelming force.
The power was so great that it gave Battle a feeling of powerlessness in his heart, destroying Battle's defense like a torrent.
After a loud "Boom!", the two forearms were flat on the table. Of course, Zhuang Rui's left arm was on top.
"This...how is this possible?"
"Brother Battle also lost, this... this is impossible..."
"Who is this young man? Why does he have so much strength?"
"He must be the reincarnation of the Living Buddha. This is a miracle..."
Zhuang Rui's performance shocked the entire gathering place, because even people who had not come to the dinner just now gathered around to watch their game. Now there were hundreds of people gathered inside and outside the stadium.
The invincible Battle lost, which was difficult for people to accept. Some people even used the term reincarnation of the living Buddha to describe Zhuang Rui. In their opinion, such a thing seemed to be the only explanation for this reason.
"I lost……"
Compared to his own clansmen, Battle's expression was very calm. In fact, he had already anticipated this outcome when he tried his best for the first time but failed.
Battelle suddenly grabbed Zhuang Rui's right hand with his right hand, raised it high, and said loudly: "I lost, I lost to my brother's eldest brother. Everyone, tell me, is Brother Zhuang a good man?" The reason why he didn't use his left hand,
It's because Battle's left hand is exerting too much force and is still trembling.
"A good man, Brother Zhuang is a good man..."
"Brother Zhuang is well done, and Brother Battle is also a good man..."
"Brother Zhuang is a true man of iron and blood..."
"The vast prairie, here comes a good brother, he is so brave, so handsome..."
As soon as Battle finished speaking, there were a lot of praises. Although Zhuang Rui won the first warrior among their tribe, the Mongolian people naturally worship the strong and did not have any hostility towards Zhuang Rui because of this.
Became more enthusiastic.
Moreover, those Mongolian girls who are good at singing and dancing actually made up songs on the spot, danced and sang around the bonfire, which brought the atmosphere in the venue to a climax.
Battelle took Zhuang Rui's hand, walked back to the low table beside the bonfire, picked up a bowl of wine and said, "Brother Zhuang, it was me, Battelle, who misjudged me. I drank this bowl of wine first as a token of respect to my brother."
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Listening to the rhythmic singing of the Mongolians in his ears, Zhuang Rui was also very excited. He also picked up a bowl of wine and said: "Brother Battle, you are an eagle on the prairie and a good man. I will drink with you."
bowl……"
Peng Fei on the side was dumbfounded. He had been with Zhuang Rui for several years. This brother had always been gentle, reserved and humble. Peng Fei did not expect that Zhuang Rui had such a bold and unrestrained side.
After finishing this bowl of wine, Zhuang Rui's face was as red as a monkey's butt, and he said drunkenly: "The Mongolian brothers are all good men, let's drink again..."
Although Barter's drinking capacity is not small, but after drinking a bowl of wine just now, his body is shaky. He lost to Zhuang Rui in this contest of strength, and he couldn't lose again when he drank. Now he had another bowl with Zhuang Rui.
After finishing this bowl of wine, Battelle was completely exhausted, and his body crookedly slipped under the table. But this was the home ground of the Mongols, and four or five people immediately came up with bowls of wine to honor Zhuang Rui.
"Brother Zhuang, you've drunk too much, why don't you go and have a rest?" Peng Fei kindly pulled Zhuang Rui.
"Go, I didn't drink too much, come on, brother Timur, let's do it..."
Zhuang Rui, who had already drunk too much, refused to accept anyone who came. After drinking three more bowls of wine, he finally fell to the ground. When he was carried back to the yurt by Peng Fei, he kept mumbling, "I don't have any."
