The Emperor's bet was on Qiuqiu. This General of the Cavalry was Qiuqiu's uncle, so Qiuqiu naturally wouldn't stand idly by.

On that day, Chiu Chiu was able to handle even such a scene.

This mere sword sheath, Qiuqiu certainly wouldn't let Xu Zimo lose face.

Seeing that Xu Ziming remained unmoved, Envoy Zhu said impatiently, "Are you even capable of this? If you can't, don't try to be brave!"

Xu Ziming glanced awkwardly at the Emperor.

The emperor waved his hand at him and said, "Go! I trust you!"

Uncle, don't be afraid, I'll help you! Go! Pick up that sword sheath, and shock everyone!

As Xu Ziming hesitated, he heard a child's voice.

He knew it was a chirp.

Now, he can only trust this relative of his.

[Go, Uncle!]

Xu Ziming steeled himself and walked over.

He performed a set of punches in front of the sword sheath in a very serious manner.

Envoy Zhu looked at Xu Ziming with incomprehension and said, "What is he doing?"

The Emperor said, "Naturally, it's a technique to subdue the scabbard. Once you've mastered this technique, the scabbard will obey you and let you lift it up with one hand."

Envoy Zhu rolled his eyes: "Tch—"

Xu Ziming was both amused and exasperated, thinking: The Emperor really knows how to find excuses for him.

He was simply nervous and afraid of embarrassing himself in front of everyone, so he showed off his best boxing skills to warm up.

After Xu Ziming finished his set of punches, he circled the sword sheath a few times, muttered a few words, and then breathed heavily on his palms a few times.

Xu Ziming took a deep breath, then walked to the scabbard and placed one hand on it.

Everyone watched him nervously.