"Wow, she's a once-in-a-century good-for-nothing. Even if Big Zhuang just stood there, she could still fall so hard. General Chen must be incredibly unlucky to have such a useless student."

"That's right, that's right. If General Chen had coached Brother Dazhuang, Brother Dazhuang would definitely have won twenty, no, more than thirty games in a row."

"Oh dear, we should advise her to get out of Langya Pass and go back to Wei. Our Great Yan has so many beauties. After this incident, His Majesty will definitely not look at this useless woman anymore. What a disgrace."

Wang Dazhuang's best buddies huddled together in a corner with their backs to the competition arena, chattering incessantly. If given a plate of peanuts, they could talk for seven days and seven nights without stopping.

The others had their own thoughts and were not in the mood to pay attention to Wang Dazhuang's support group. They all kept their heads down and muttered to themselves.

"Wang Dazhuang's belly is so bulging, like a spring mattress, and Miss Shen is so thin, she must have been bounced far, far away. Speechless, can you all stop looking down? Does anyone even look up?"

"Why the hell aren't you looking? The sound of that impact hurts me just listening to it. I'm too scared to look. You guys can look for yourselves."

"If it hurts so much, why isn't Miss Chen crying? Holy crap, did she just faint from the fall?"

"Now that you mention it, it does seem a bit strange. Given Wang Dazhuang's personality, he would have already burst into three wild laughs if he won. Why hasn't he made a sound? Could it be..."

The words paused, and an absurd thought flashed through everyone's minds. They looked up abruptly, completely stunned.

The spacious and bright competition venue was desolate and deserted, with only a few fallen leaves rolling by in gusts of wind.

Where are they?

Good grief, they were both thrown into the air?

Just as everyone was racking their brains trying to figure it out, a cry of surprise rang out, "Wang Dazhuang!"

"Wang Dazhuang! Are you alright? Please respond if you hear me!"

"If you can't hear me, give me a thumbs up."

"..."

The crowd looked in the direction of the sound and saw a few people squatting around on an open ground about ten meters away. They seemed to be discussing why Wang Dazhuang was neither speaking nor making a peace sign. Zhou Hu stood to the side, hesitant to speak, his face complicated and full of doubt about life.

Damn it! It's so hard to be a hero who saves a naive and ignorant girl.

Moving the gaze further to the left, Shen Jiao, who should have been flung away, had half her face exposed, perched on the hem of the tyrant's sleeve, looking pitiful as she tried to avoid the rain.

Ji Yan would occasionally tug at his sleeve to tease the young lady, his eyes casually slanting upwards, casting two delicate silhouettes on her pale cheeks.

Behind him were Chen Bao and Wang Fu, who were whispering to each other. It was hard to hear what they were saying, but you could vaguely make out words like "shaved ice," "strawberry," and "recommended."

Zhou Hu roared silently, "Chen Bao, you bastard who's forgotten your old flame for a new one! What time is it? Still eating! Still eating! How can you still eat!"

Could you share in my intense shock for just a moment?

At this moment, it is clear who won and who lost.

The air fell silent instantly.

After an unknown amount of time, someone spoke up lightly, almost unable to find their own voice, "So... Miss Shen wasn't thrown away, it was Wang Dazhuang who was kicked away, right?"

"If we're not blind, then it should be."

Time stood still.

After a while, the man asked again, "Miss Chen only kicked once, right?"

"If nothing unexpected happens, it should be."

The air froze again.

The expressions on everyone's faces were extremely complicated, their moods fluctuated wildly, and their blood pressure was not stable. Tell me, what could be more astonishing than an ant defeating an elephant?

Miss Shen is only fifteen or sixteen years old, right? I heard she's still a beginner. How could a beginner, all by herself, so easily kick a strong man who has practiced martial arts for many years?

Is this what they call talent suppression?

incredible.

The soldiers were filled with shame when they recalled what they had said and done not long ago, and wished they could dig a deep pit and bury themselves.

It turns out that Miss Shen's decision not to choose weapons was not due to pride or arrogance, nor was it out of self-pity, but rather because she was thinking of her opponent. Otherwise, Wang Dazhuang would have been bedridden for at least half a month.

Miss Shen is truly a beautiful and kind-hearted person!

If even a young lady like her is this capable, what reason or excuse do they have not to work hard! From now on, they must train diligently, improve every day, and strive to be like Miss Shen, instead of becoming good-for-nothings like Wang Dazhuang who only talk the talk!

"Hey everyone, has Miss Shen fainted? Hurry up and find a doctor to check her out, hahaha... lest she suffer a concussion. This is her own fault, no wonder our Brother Zhuang is like this."

The few people still huddled in the corner, unaware of the current situation, crossed their legs and shouted arrogantly.

"That's right, that's right. Brother Dazhuang's strength is obvious to all. Even His Majesty can't be biased. Anyone else who's not convinced, come and challenge him."

"Why isn't anyone saying anything? Are you too shocked by Big Zhuang's strength to speak? A bunch of cowards... Your Majesty, cough cough, why did you come down?"

The man choked on his saliva and coughed. He then performed a full prostration to the elusive Ji Yan, and the pendant Shen Jiao also received this genuine bow by chance.

The others also knelt down.

Shen Jiao: "..." Although I felt a little embarrassed, it was actually quite nice to benefit from the tyrant's influence?

The gloomy weather made Ji Yan's skin appear even paler, and his eyes were dark and stagnant, like a pool of dead water. The tyrant seemed to hate the rain, and his tone was colder and more ruthless than usual.

"Do I need to report to you when I just want to come?"

Before his other friends, who were pretending to be deaf and dumb, could speak, he finally managed to stammer, "I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."

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