Chapter 343: Should I fight Taylor? Real or fake?
On the vast African savannah, the setting sun is like blood, dyeing the sky into a golden red, intertwining with the horizon to create a magnificent picture.
The grass swayed gently in the breeze, like waves in the ocean. Occasionally, a few gazelles jumped over, leaving a series of light footprints.
In this land full of life, a figure is crossing the wilderness at an alarming speed.
That's a Stuka.
A strong black warrior, holding a polished spear, reflected dazzling light in the golden light.
Stuka's skin is like the most delicate chocolate, and his muscle lines are tight and powerful. Every muscle trembles while running, showing his extraordinary strength and agility.
Sweat slid down his resolute face, but it could not conceal the burning fighting spirit in his piercing eyes. This is already the seventh time he has embarked on a hunting trip this month, each time with responsibility for the tribe and reverence for nature.
Unlike before, this time his target was a male lion who had been expelled from the pride.
It was a lonely wanderer. It was once the king of the lions, but now it has become a wanderer on the grassland.
Such a male lion can weigh hundreds of kilograms. For tribes with increasingly scarce food, capturing such a beast means not only temporary satiety, but also the guarantee of people's lives for a period of time in the future.
As Stuka's pace became faster and faster, the tension in the air gradually increased, his firm gaze always fixed forward.
A battle for survival is about to take place.
Stuka has hunted large targets like the lion several times before. It's just that I had companions before, but not this time.
So only such a seriously injured lion allowed Stuka to dare to do this alone.
Maybe it was a serious injury or other reasons.
The lion allowed itself to be hunted by the Stuka and made no attempt to stop and resist.
Stuka, an old hunter who has been hunting on the prairie for ten years, knows that the victory in this hunt is destined to be his, and the seriously injured lion cannot run too far.
The sun shifted away from the sky without cutting in the sunlight, and the weather was even hotter.
After all, the lion was defeated and seriously injured. Stuka also took the opportunity to throw a spear to immobilize the lion to prevent an accident.
Stuka also needs to hurry, because if the hyenas smell it, the hunt will be in vain after all.
He used the small stone knife at his waist to skillfully separate the two hind legs and some organs from the lion's body, and put them into the horse's lung bag on his back.
After Stuka left, several vultures that had been hovering above Stuka finally came down to eat the broken lion.
Stuka was very lucky and did not meet the hyenas. Maybe it was because the hyenas had just eaten. Otherwise, the bloody smell of this male lion would be enough for the hyenas to attack several kilometers away.
Stay until noon has passed.
Stuka returned to the tribe following the direction of the sun.
The tribe is located in a relatively flat area, surrounded by sparse trees and rolling hills in the distance.
Despite the changing times, the tribe still retains many traditional lifestyles, but also incorporates some common modern elements.
The simple thatched houses are staggered with several huts built of bricks, showing the tribe's efforts to find a balance between tradition and modernity.
When Stuka came closer, the children had spotted him and cheered one after another.
He showed the crowd the trophies in the horse's lung bags, which were also the tribe's physical bodies for the next few days.
Soon several young people came over to help carry the loot.
In the open space in the center of the tribe, several women were preparing dinner next to a fire surrounded by stones.
Seeing Stuka return, they immediately got up to help process the meat they had just brought back.
The air is filled with the aroma of barbecue, which is the reward for the hard work of the tribe members.
As the strongest combat force in the tribe, he does not need to participate in the cooking process. He only needs to wait patiently for the meal to start.
So Stuka returned to his thatched cottage to pack his equipment.
For different prey, sometimes it is necessary to change some different equipment.
Today's hunting of male lions was just an occasional test to verify that their strength had not declined. In the next few days, they would continue to hunt herbivores that were easier to deal with and were undoubtedly more numerous.
So.
Stuka was busy going back to change the equipment.
As soon as he walked in, he keenly noticed that there was an extra person in the room.
For this familiar person, Stuka raised his eyebrows and walked straight over.
This made the white man standing next to the door couldn't help but stop looking at his mobile phone, raised his head and said to Stuka in tribal language: "Stuka, how are you considering, do you want to follow me? Go to work, the wages there are enough for you to support hundreds of people in the tribe, and you don’t have to go hunting.”
Stuka is not surprised by the appearance of this white man. This is the third time he has come to invite him. Just to let myself join some shadow blade organization.
He was not interested in the murderous job.
It’s not that he can’t or doesn’t dare to kill.
It’s just that he has always regarded himself as the strongest person in the world, and he is more interested in running on the grassland and fighting wild beasts, rather than dealing with weak humans.
Human beings are so weak without guns.
He had no interest at all.
Because he understands that he has surpassed most people in the world.
The man in front of him named Kuchi came once on behalf of the Shadow Blade organization thirty years ago.
At that time, Kuchi was looking for fighting geniuses on the African land in order to absorb fresh blood, and then met him during a lion hunting operation due to various coincidences.
So, Kutcher sent him his first invitation at that time.
Stuka, who was only twenty years old at the time, did not refuse, but asked the opponent to find a guy who was good enough to fight so that he could fight hard and become stronger.
Then, he had a fight with the so-called boxing champion Tyson who was called from the opposite side.
And it turns out that as early as thirty years ago, he could easily deal with Tyson at his peak.
In his opinion.
The opponent is very powerful and has some skills.
But it is still far from his opponent.
With just a few life-and-death fights, the opponent almost lost his life.
So he refused.
Kuki's second invitation came five years after the first invitation, and he brought a man who was said to be the top assassin in the Shadow Blade organization.
At that time, Kutcher put forward a point: Now is the era of hot weapons, and pure boxing and kicking skills are not powerful.
Cucci wants to take advantage of his own killer's proficiency in hot weapons to let Stuka understand what it means to have people outside the world, and to conquer Stuka, a seeker who just wants to become stronger.
However, this time, he still failed.
Stuka not only readily accepted Kuchi's point of view on the era of thermal weapons, but even spent half a day in front of him to learn the several thermal weapons brought over to perfection.
In the duel with blank ammunition, the top killer never won once.
This made Kuchi walk away in despair.
It also makes Stuka feel that he is strong enough and may already be standing at the top of mankind.
long after that.
Kuchidu never invited him again.
And until today when he is fifty years old.
His combat effectiveness has declined due to age, but he actually received an invitation from Kuchi for the third time.
Stuka was a little surprised by this situation.
While Stuka was surprised and reminiscing, Kuchi continued to talk: "To be honest, it is very difficult to continue to hunt for a living." "For some special reasons, governments in various countries strictly crack down on all kinds of hunting. Behavior. Although your hunting tribe will not be prohibited from hunting, it will definitely be severely restricted."
"At that time, you should only be able to hunt. The number of some officially designated species is not too large, and they can no longer fight the beasts as happily as now."
After these words fell.
Stuka raised his eyebrows.
He pondered for a while, and then said seriously: "You know me. If there is nothing that can really impress me, I may find other ways to survive instead of choosing to go to you in this situation."
His meaning is obvious.
There is no use taking advantage of others.
If you want him to be convinced, you have to conquer him!
It’s just that Stuka has basically given up hope in this. Tyson thirty years ago couldn’t do it, and the top killers twenty-five years ago couldn’t do it.
Now, even if he is no longer at his peak at the age of fifty, he can still beat several Tysons with one hand.
“I know, you must be thinking in your heart that even Tyson was no match for you, so you think that I still have no way this time, I just came here to take advantage of you with the policy of hunting and striking hard.”
< br>"In fact, this is not the case."
"If I really wanted to coerce you to join, as the second in command of the Shadow Blade, I would have asked the Shadow Blade to use various means."< br>
“But I didn’t, I really want to conquer you!”
Kutcher looked at Stuka and said seriously.
He will not waste time and effort to coerce Stuka to join. After all, no matter how strong this person is, he can only have a dozen or so people. If you use thermal weapons, it's a bit unclear whether you can fight three against one.
Forcibly coercing someone to join is not cost-effective.
It is better to train a few more organization members from childhood in various orphanages invested by Shadow Blade.
He was going to give up after failing twice?
And the reason why he came to invite this time.
It's because as the steward of the new Shadow Blade, he feels that the current Shadow Blade must be good enough at the grassroots level.
Now this Shadow Blade organization has three superpowers as shareholders, and the real god Chen Yun is behind it.
You have to have some standards.
If nothing else, stretching your hips too much will definitely damage your face.
Say it again.
Since he survived when Shiraishi controlled the Shadow Blade organization, he must make a good contribution to the Shadow Blade organization to avoid being liquidated afterwards.
“Really want to defeat me?”
“What do you mean?!”
Stuka paused while wiping the spear and looked at Kuchi's eyes suddenly became sharp.
Countless thoughts immediately came to mind.
Could it be that...
Kutch thinks someone is his opponent? !
This made Stuka's blood boil with excitement.
Countless memories of past battles with ferocious beasts began to flood into my mind.
Faced with the eyes that coexisted with anticipation and murderous intent, Kuchi curved his lips very calmly:
"Yes, if you face Tyson the first time, the second time you face him will be Tyson." We are facing a killer who is 1.5 times as powerful as Tyson in terms of killing, so this time..."
At this point, Kutcher paused.
There was a flash of enthusiasm in his eyes.
As the veteran of the Shadow Blade organization who was left behind, the three superpowers took charge of the Shadow Blade organization in order to make him obedient and cooperate, but they let him know part of the information about that adult.
So when he thought of that adult, he couldn't help but fall into fanaticism.
It’s hard to imagine.
There really is such a god in the world.
And when he thought that he was recruiting a facade for such an existence, he couldn't help but get even more excited.
"What is it this time? Tell me!"
"Is it three times as strong as Tyson?"
Stuka looked seriously and followed the opponent's way of speaking, using Tyson as a unit of measurement.
For him, he wanted to know the answer.
He is currently almost 2.5 times as strong as Tyson. If the opponent has three times the strength of Tyson, it will definitely make him full of pressure and motivation.
It can even give him the possibility of death.
“No, no, no, sir, it’s not a matter of how many times Tyson is. To be precise, it’s no longer as simple as how many times Tyson is.”
“What you are facing now ...It’s Taylor!”
Kutch looked at the Stuka in front of him and said meaningfully.
This made Stuka tilt his head, showing a confused expression.
Huh?
Then the voice fell silent.
When people outside came to call for dinner, Kuchi also walked out of the thatched hut and had dinner with the tribesmen.
It was a kind of meatball mixed with grass. Kuchi was not too picky about it. For primitive tribes, eating some was considered good.
But Stuka remained silent in the thatched cottage.
Seems like he is thinking about what Taylor is.
Early the next morning, Kuchi showed his sincerity to Stuka. Three large trucks of people "protected" hundreds of tribesmen and provided enough food every week. .
This is also one of Stuka's "wages".
Stuka also followed Kutcher by plane to Asia that afternoon.
That’s it.
Stuka, the theoretically strongest human being, was sent to face Chen Yun by the excellent matching mechanism in a confused state.
On the road.
As a primitive man who is not so primitive.
Stuka used Kuchi’s mobile phone to search and find out what Taylor was.
But after searching, he was even more confused.
That is a fictional character, or should be said to be a fantasy existence similar to a god.
In short, it was a bit too difficult for him to understand.
It’s just that although he couldn’t understand many things, he could still clearly see the introduction of Taylor’s 160,000-ton wrist strength.
If I remember correctly.
His own peak strength seems to be 1.2 tons, right? Now it is estimated to be only over 900 kilograms.
Compared with the so-called Taylor, such data is like a firefly and a bright moon.
This made Stuka couldn't help but wonder:
Should I fight Taylor? Real or fake?
For a time, he, a primitive man, couldn't help but have countless things to say.
Have you been deceived?
(End of this chapter)