Chapter 1131 – Competition (III)

In this gathering of Mongolians, Bartel’s strength is the greatest, although his figure is also not as thick as Timur’s, but Bartel is the first good man recognized in this square hundred miles.

In Bartel just home, once on behalf of Inner Mongolia to participate in the competition in Outer Mongolia, once those who think they are Genghis Khan’s direct descendants of the people wrestling is a rout, that is, more than the strength of the few can win him, a moment of fame.

However, due to the special nature of Bartel’s former troops, just shortly after he participated in this competition, he was approached to talk about a good deal, and after he returned, Bartel did not participate in similar activities, but at ease in the prairie to raise horses to graze.

“Bartel, make sure you win!”

“Isn’t this nonsense, when has Bartel ever lost?”

“I really can’t tell, this young man is tall and thin, but he’s actually so strong?”

“Don’t worry! As long as Bartel is on, he will definitely win.”

Over the years Bartel has rarely come out to wrestle with people as well as compete, so when Bartel said that he wanted to compete with Zhuang Rui again, the crowd that was still a bit frustrated just now suddenly got excited.

Although Zhuang Rui can win Timur, is also a good man, but by an outsider won their own warrior, onlookers of these Mongolians, the heart is still a little upset, and now Bartel want to head, in their view, Mongolia’s first warrior will be able to reclaim the title of Hercules.

“Than than, Bartel big brother, wrestling I can not, than is than arm wrestling.”

Zhuang Rui this time although wine on the head, but also know, wrestling is not by virtue of the strength of the line, if he and Bartel than test wrestling, that is absolutely looking for death.

“Okay, let’s compare arm wrestling.”

Bartel nodded, his face was a bit gloomy, his eyesight is far from those Mongolians can compare, in the moment just now when Zhuang Rui launched his strength, Bartel could see that Zhuang Rui’s explosive power was extremely strong.

Just Bartel does not know, Zhuang Rui is not explosive force, he himself has the power is horrible, Timur’s strength in front of him and children are not much difference.

When Zhuang Rui and Bartel stood in front of the table, Peng Fei’s voice rang out: “Old Ba, just now you lost a good horse to me! What will you do if you lose again here?”

Bartel smiled somewhat awkwardly at his words and spoke, “Cough cough, there’s no shortage of your kid’s horse, if I lose, I’ll lose you another good horse.”

In the prairie, the least is the horse, and Bartel’s ranch itself has dozens of good horses, losing a few to his brother he doesn’t care at all, besides, Bartel didn’t think that he would still lose in this game?

You know, people with strong explosive power tend to have weaker endurance, as long as Bartel is prepared at the beginning and holds up against Zhuang Rui’s first three axes, he believes that the final winner must be himself.

Peng Fei said with a bad smile, “Good, if you lose in the future, then the horse has to let me pick it myself!”

As early as today when he first met Bartel, Peng Fei had noticed the steed behind him that was covered in date red color.

“Well, no, except for Red Blood, you can pick whatever you want.”

Bartel’s face changed when he heard Peng Fei’s words, and it could be seen that he really, really liked that horse called Red Blood.

“Hey, what am I doing here! Let’s talk about it after winning me! Right, Brother Zhuang, you just competed once, now let’s compete left-handed!”

Bartel laughed to himself, when did he become so unsure of himself, he was thinking of losing before he even competed.

Since Zhuang Rui had just had a match, Bartel didn’t take advantage of him and proposed a match for the left hand, Zhuang Rui nodded indifferently and said, “Okay, left hand is left hand.”

This time there was no interruption from Peng Fei, Zhuang Rui and Bartel stood on one side of the table, and the two left hands were clasped together.

“Big brother Bartel, go for it!”

“Bartel, make sure you win!”

“Brother Zhuang, go for it!”

Wrestling horse racing arm wrestling, these are sports that can make men accelerate the hormone hormone secretion in the body, but the shouts in the arena are obviously Bartel overpowering Zhuang Rui, who called the others this is the home battle!

“Brother Zhuang, be careful!”

Bartel waited until the side of the old man shouted out after the start, slightly smiled a little, hands violently hard, Road veins in the small arm emergence, Bartel is trying to try to their own explosive force, whether it can directly Zhuang Rui to defeat.

But let Bartel disappointed, he almost used the full force, Zhuang Rui’s left hand and small arm is motionless, and his force is also like a stone sinking into the sea, quietly by Zhuang Rui to dissolve away.

Bartel heart was shocked, he now understands, Zhuang Rui is not by virtue of outstanding explosive power to win Timur, but Zhuang Rui originally hand strength is very amazing.

After thinking about this joint, Bartel took a deep breath, but he used his whole body’s strength on his left small arm, but what he wanted to do was not offense but defense.

“Big brother Bartel, I’m going to power up!”

Zhuang Rui said lightly, but Bartel didn’t dare to reply at this time, his situation was the same as Timur just now, he had been overwhelmed by Zhuang Rui in terms of his momentum.

Bartel clearly felt, along with Zhuang Rui words, his left hand also came from a huge force, but Bartel was prepared, hold red face to make enough strength, will be this set of attack to dissolve away.

At this time the crowd of onlookers, there has been no one out to Bartel cheering, because from the two facial expression can be seen, a red face, a face does not change color, this high and low actually has been divided out.

And the scene changes, also proved the crowd’s judgment, Bartel although in the bitter support, but his left arm is still tilted outward, Bartel’s right hand has been unconsciously propped up on the table.

In fact, according to the rules of arm wrestling, this is a foul move, but Zhuang Rui does not understand, Bartel is not intentional, the crowd is not care, which is to let Bartel slightly back to the disadvantage of a little.

But let Bartels despair, just when he was ready to add strength, will be maintained in the game on the number of fifty-fifty, Zhuang Rui’s left hand suddenly sent out a burst of turning like a huge force.

The power was so great that it created a feeling of powerlessness in Bartel’s heart, destroying Bartel’s defense.

After a loud “thud”, the two small arms were flat on the table, of course, Zhuang Rui’s left arm was on top.

“How is this …… this possible?”

“Big brother Bartel also lost, this …… this is impossible.”

“What exactly is this young man? Why is there so much strength?”

“He must be the reincarnation of a living Buddha, this is a miracle!”

Zhuang Rui’s performance shocked the entire gathering place, because just now it was the people who hadn’t come to the dinner that had gathered around to watch their match, and now hundreds of people had gathered around the field and outside the field.

The invincible Battler had lost, this was hard for people to accept, some people even used the reincarnation of the living Buddha to describe Zhuang Rui now, such a thing seemed to them that it could only be explained by this reason.

“I lost.”

Compared to his clansmen, Bartel’s expression was very calm, in fact, he had already predicted this ending when he failed to make his first power shot.

Bartel 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 big brother, let’s say, is brother Zhuang a good man?” The reason why he didn’t use his left hand was because Bartel’s left hand was being overpowered and was still trembling!

“Good man, Brother Zhuang is a good man.”

“Brother Zhuang is a good man, Brother Bartel is also a good man.”

“Brother Zhuang iron blood true man ah!”

“The vast prairie ah! Here comes a good brother who is so brave and handsome.”

As soon as Bartel’s words fell, a chorus of praises rang out, although Zhuang Rui won the first warrior of their clan, but the Mongols naturally worship the strong, and did not therefore have any hostility towards Zhuang Rui, but instead their attitude became more enthusiastic.

What’s more, those Mongolian girls who can sing and dance well, actually made up songs on the spot, danced and sang around the bonfire, which made the atmosphere in the field reach a climax.

Bartel pulled Zhuang Rui’s hand, walked back to the short table next to the bonfire, picked up a bowl of wine and said: “Zhuang brother, is my Bartel look out of sight, this bowl of wine first dry as a toast, considered to be to the brother to make amends.”

Listening to the ears of the Mongolian people beat the beat of the song, Zhuang Rui is also a magnificent pleasure, also picked up a bowl of wine, said: “Bartel big brother, you are the eagle on the prairie, but also a good man, I accompany you to drink a bowl.”

Peng Fei on the side of the eyes are looking silly, and Zhuang Rui with a few years, this brother has always shown are gentle, introverted and modest, Peng Fei did not expect Zhuang Rui also have such a bold and free-spirited side.

This bowl of wine down, Zhuang Rui that face red almost like a monkey’s butt general, drunken eyes sparse said: “Mongolian brothers are good men, let’s drink again.”

Batel’s capacity for alcohol is not small, but just a bowl of wine down, the body is also shaky, which is more than the strength lost to Zhuang Rui, drinking can not lose again, at once and Zhuang Rui dry a bowl.

This bowl of wine, Bartel is completely out of it, body crooked and slipped under the table, but this is the Mongolian home ah! Immediately there are four or five more people with bowls of wine up to honor Zhuang Rui.

“Brother Zhuang, you’ve had too much to drink, go rest?” Peng Fei kindly pulled Zhuang Rui.

“Go, I didn’t drink too much, come on, Brother Timur, dry up.”

Already drunk Zhuang Rui that is not to be denied, after drinking three bowls of wine in succession, finally soft to the ground, in the Peng Fei carried back to the yurt, the mouth is still chanting “I’m not drunk”.