World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1110 - 500: Create Another Miracle!_3

Chapter 1110: Chapter 500: Create Another Miracle!_3

This is the unique duel method of the Barbarian Tribes—extremely savage and bloody.

A rectangle is drawn on the ground, 3000 meters long and 30 meters wide.

Two cavalry forces are positioned at either end of the area. When the bell rings, they charge toward each other.

Rush straight along the line and never retreat, never cross the boundary. Keep moving forward, fight madly, until the enemy is completely killed.

If even one warhorse retreats or crosses the boundary, it counts as a loss!

And the losing side, both riders and horses, will be beheaded completely!

The Chief of the Wild Horse Tribe proposed this form of duel, which could be considered scheming.

Everyone knows this type of duel is a brutal test of cavalry and warhorse quality. Who doesn’t know that the Wild Horse Tribe’s cavalry is unparalleled? Otherwise, why would they be called the Wild Horse Tribe?

Many of this tribe’s cavalry have spent nearly half their lives on horseback, completely taming their warhorses to absolute obedience.

Moreover, most of the Wild Horse Tribe’s steeds were wild horses captured and tamed from outside. Once they become bloodthirsty, they fear no death, charging forward wildly and steadfastly refusing to retreat.

This is also a secret skill of the Wild Horse Tribe, never shared with others.

As for warhorses from other tribes, once fear sets in, they often flee or even throw their riders off the saddle.

In past battles, as long as the Wild Horse Tribe declared cavalry charge duels, they never lost. Opponents either conceded or suffered crushing defeat.

Cavalry charge duels are the Wild Horse Tribe’s trump card. For many years, they’ve been undefeated!

Sure enough, after the Wild Horse Tribe Chieftain proposed this duel method, Constantine’s face changed.

The Barbaric Wilderness has this one major drawback—honor matters more than anything!

You can lose, you can die, but you absolutely can’t cower!

If you don’t dare accept the challenge, it’s even more shameful than losing!

But everyone knows that cavalry charge duels are the Wild Horse Tribe’s ace up their sleeve, an assured victory. On the Chimera Tribe’s side, any cavalry unit that participates is doomed—inevitably to lose, inevitably to die.

The Chimera Tribe only has two thousand cavalry. Losing even a hundred without reason is heartbreakingly painful.

And yet, they can’t avoid the fight—it would be far too humiliating!

"Hahahahaha..." The Wild Horse Tribe Chieftain laughed loudly and said, "Brother Constantine, not daring to meet the challenge? Then don’t waste my time. Why not just take your army home and play with your beautiful wife? Don’t waste time here. Just leave the Falling Horse Mountain Range to me."

Constantine hated people mentioning his second wife, even in jest.

All the surrounding tribes knew he had married a stunning beauty, and everyone envied her, teasing him at every turn.

Constantine was an odd character, deeply cunning, but susceptible to provocation.

At once, he prepared to accept the challenge—losing a hundred cavalry was better than cowering.

Constantine’s gaze swept toward his cavalry leaders; all lowered their heads, unwilling to meet his eyes.

Because this sort of duel is absurdly rigged—the outcome doesn’t hinge on having a capable leader. As long as one warhorse retreats or crosses the boundary, the match is lost.

Thus, no matter how skilled a leader is, it’s futile. He can’t control the hundred warhorses behind him.

This is the Wild Horse Tribe’s absolute specialty, unmatched by anyone.

Across the entire Chimera Tribe’s infantry, no one dared to accept the challenge.

Finally, Constantine’s gaze fell on Lanling!

This young man is no simple figure, posing a potential threat to Du Yan’s position. Earlier, Constantine had attempted to have Lanling killed through manipulation, but failed.

Now is the perfect opportunity to eliminate him.

Since a hundred cavalry must be sacrificed, it’s better to sacrifice the weakest unit. Plus, the Foreign Tribe Army is disloyal anyway—losing a hundred of them doesn’t evoke sympathy.

"You pretty boy, guess it’s your lucky day. I’ll have a hundred men buried with you," Constantine thought coldly to himself.

Seeing Constantine’s gaze, Lanling knew he was about to step into the spotlight once again.

It was clear his chance to create another miracle had arrived!

Of course, he wouldn’t sit passively, waiting for Constantine to call on him—that would be far too weak.

Lanling immediately stepped forward and shouted, "Chieftain, I volunteer to lead a hundred cavalry into the duel! But I have one condition!"

Constantine froze—he hadn’t anticipated Lanling taking the initiative. Wasn’t this suicide?

Everyone was equally shocked—had Lanling gone mad, volunteering for the duel?

"What condition?" Constantine asked.

Lanling smirked and said, "If I go, it’s basically certain death. But in case I win, I want a reward."

"What reward?" Constantine asked.

Lanling’s gaze fell on Nini’an’s alluring, rounded figure, and he shouted boldly, "Chieftain, your daughter, Miss Nini’an, is so incredibly beautiful. Her figure is stunning, and her hips are deliciously round and perky—I covet her greatly. If I return victorious from this duel, I hope to be allowed to touch her round, perky hips!"

As soon as he spoke, everyone roared with applause!

In the Human Kingdom, making such a request would be a death sentence.

But here in the Barbaric Wilderness, people are forthright and bold—the more crude and audacious, the more likely to captivate hearts!

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