Aztec Civilization: Destiny to Conquer America!

Hmm, no need to doubt. The two sides in the duel are the Mexica King clad in Copper Armor with a Bronze Axe, against the Tlaxcala City Lords in robes with wooden clubs. Under the witness of the Chief Divine, this is fair and very Mexica. What? You say wooden clubs cannot break Copper Armor, and robes cannot withstand Bronze Axes? No, that just means you are not strong enough, nor brave enough.

"The Chief Divine bears witness! The King, incarnation of the Sun God, is about to battle against the God of the Hunt, and the incarnation of the Feathered Serpent Evil God! The bright sun will surely vanquish the darkness, slaying the Cloud Serpent and the Feathered Serpent!"

The High Priest Uguel proclaimed loudly, followed by the twelve Priesthood and hundreds of priests. Soon, the rumbling waves of sound came from the Great Temple, echoing through the Lake Capital City.

"Light against darkness, Chief Divine against Evil God. The sacred duel begins now!"

"Haha!"

Aweit, draped in Copper Armor, laughed heartily. He glanced at the two most noble individuals among the Tlaxcala Divine Descendants, bowing slightly, and said with a smile according to the ancient ritual.

"Okote, Quiahuitz, you are my beloved sons!"

"..."

The City Lord of Tree Snake, Okote, said nothing. He merely glared at the Mexica King with reddened eyes. Ten days ago, his two sons were the first Divine Descendants sacrificed. Over these ten days, the hatred of a broken nation and lost home had been etched deeply in his heart, unforgettable even unto death.

The City Lord of Feathered Serpent, Quiahuitz, after a moment of silence, replied in a low voice according to the ancient tradition.

"Aweit, you are my beloved father!... Even with a wooden club, I'll still kill you!"

"Good! Then come on!"

Aweit laughed aloud, raising the Great Shield on his left hand. Without hesitation, the City Lord of Tree Snake Okote charged forward, swinging forcefully at Aweit's neck.

"Bang!"

Aweit's left hand lifted, the Great Shield rose, deflecting the wooden club. Meanwhile, the City Lord of Feathered Serpent Quiahuitz also charged, swiftly striking Aweit's armored abdomen with a club.

"Bang!"

Aweit, burdened by Heavy Armor, could not move easily, taking a solid hit. The guards nearby widened their eyes in tension, gripping their Battle Axes, ready to intervene at any moment. The King curled his lips into a smile, shaking his head. Then, he turned towards below the Great Temple, making a pained expression as if injured.

"Ah?! The brave King, wounded by evil!"

Below the Great Temple, hundreds of thousands of eyes were watching intently. Soon, the battle between the King and evil grew even more intense. He occasionally used the Great Shield to block, with his Bronze Axe to parry, shifting his position under the torrential assault, his face showing both the pain and determination of fighting while wounded.

"Ah! Wah!... Ah!"

"Ah, this, this!"

"Chief Divine, please protect the Divine King!"

The situation gradually tilted, the King barely holding on, with no ability to counterattack under the assault of the two evil Divine Descendants. The spectators, shaken and terrified, shouted incoherently. But soon, under deliberate guidance, the chaotic shouts turned into prayers and calls of blessing!

"Chief Divine, protect us! Divine Bless our King!..."

As if hearing the prayers of the crowd, Aweit's expression became even more resolute.

The City Lord of Tree Snake, Okote, charged like a mad dog, battering the King's armor until it echoed. Yet, having faced days of hunger, his strength was waning. After barely fighting for a quarter, he staggered, struggling to stand firm.

Seeing the enemy's faltering strength, Aweit's brow lifted. The time had come for this spectacular duel to reach its climax. He suddenly stepped forward, raising a foot for a hefty kick to Okote's midsection.

"Ugh!"

Receiving the heavy blow, Okote's knees buckled, collapsing weakly. Witnessing the reversal of fortunes, thunderous cheers erupted instantly from below the Temple, accompanied by fervent prayers.

"Praise the Chief Divine! Praise the King!..."

Aweit smiled slightly, turning around. He ignored the kneeling Okote, facing down the Great Pyramid, flamboyantly waving his tricolored Feather Shield. The continuous cheers rang in his ears. Meanwhile, the City Lord of Feathered Serpent, Quiahuitz, showed a look of grief and indignation, likewise wielding a gorgeous feathered short club, engaging in a fierce fight with the King.

Brilliant feathers fluttered, like the incarnation of Divinity. After tangling closely for a moment, Aweit suddenly retreated a step. Then, he let out a fierce shout, finally raising the Bronze Axe in his right hand, with a broad and powerful motion, he slashed forward swiftly.

"Chief Divine, protect us! Slay the evil!"

"Screech! Crack!"

The sharp Bronze Axe easily tore through the robe of the Feathered Serpent. Subsequently, the razor-sharp blade unhesitatingly slashed open Quiahuitz's torso, carving out a half-meter long wound, spilling a fountain of blood!

"Ah! God of the Hunt, I hate..."

The City Lord of Feathered Serpent paused abruptly, managing to shout a low cry. Then, under the gaze of hundreds of thousands, he collapsed weakly.

"Roar! Roar! Slay the evil, courageous Divine King!"

"Haha!"

Aweit, soaked in sweat with blood on his face, laughed heartily. He stepped forward, grabbing Quiahuitz by the hair, dragging him towards the Sacrificial Stone. Next, he put away the Bronze Axe, drawing out the Obsidian Short Dagger from his waist, thrusting it into Quiahuitz's chest and abdomen!

"Sacrifice! Sacrifice!"

The fervent shouts came from all directions. Under countless gazes, Aweit lifted his blood-stained left hand, tossing a throbbing heart into the burning Sacred Fire! Soon, the shouts below turned into frenzied cheers and screams.

"Roar! Roar! Divine Bless our King!"

"Haha!"