When the arena manager announced that someone had bet one hundred taels of gold on Tuo Lü to win, everyone in the martial arts hall was greatly surprised.

People never expected that someone would actually support a Xianbei barbarian.

A young master from a prominent family immediately declared loudly, "I, this young master, will offer one million coins to bet on this Xianbei barbarian to lose!"

As soon as the young master from the aristocratic family finished speaking, a burly man, eight feet tall and with a robust physique, stepped forward and entered the arena.

Seeing that someone responded, the young man from the aristocratic family looked at Liu Hong with an almost provocative gaze.

"How dare you!" Lu Bu, Huang Zhong, Dian Wei, and Guan Yu, who were sitting next to Liu Hong, immediately stood up and looked at him with cold eyes.

Upon seeing this, Zhang Fei, Xu Chu, and the Xiahou brothers, who were drinking together nearby, also stood up abruptly.

Upon seeing so many people on the other side, the young man from the aristocratic family was clearly startled, and his expression changed. Seeing this, his companions also stood up, and the two sides immediately formed a standoff.

"Sit down, everyone, and enjoy the show!"

Liu Hong stopped the crowd and turned his gaze to the martial arts arena in the hall, ignoring the young masters from the aristocratic families.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the martial arts training hall suddenly became lively, especially among the wandering swordsmen in the first-floor hall. They loved watching the excitement, and now that they saw the young masters on the second floor suddenly getting into a fight, they couldn't help but shout loudly and start fanning the flames.

On the arena, Tuolui calmly looked at his opponent. Over the past two years, as a slave, he had suffered far too much contempt, and he had grown accustomed to it.

Therefore, Tuolu was not angry at all when faced with the insults from those scions of wealthy families. At this moment, he only wanted to win enough money to marry the woman he loved and then live a peaceful life.

At the same time, he did not want to disappoint the young master who believed in him, so when Tuolü looked at his opponent, there was only solemnity, without the slightest bit of hostility.

With the sound of a gong from below the arena, the two on the stage began to fight, with the eight-foot-tall strong man launching the first attack.

The burly man clenched his right fist and slammed it toward Tuolü's chest with incredible speed.

Seeing this, Tuo Lu suddenly took a step forward, stretched out his right hand, grabbed the strong man's wrist, and pulled hard. Then, he grabbed the man's belt with his left hand and lifted him up.

Surprisingly, Troll did not throw his opponent off the ring, but gently put him down.

"Phew, I concede!"

The burly man who returned to the ring readily conceded defeat to Tuolu with a fist salute and then turned and left the ring.

Everyone in the martial arts training hall was stunned. No one expected the competition to end so quickly.

Of course, what was most surprising was that Tuolü was so peaceful, completely different from those fierce and cruel barbarians.

"Tuolisheng!" the ringmaster shouted, looking at the crowd in the hall: "Which other heroes are ready to step into the ring and challenge me?"

The wandering knights in the hall fell silent. The burly man who had just been defeated was also a famous expert. If even he couldn't withstand two rounds, the others naturally didn't have the confidence to defeat him.

Seeing the sudden silence in the lobby, a young master from a prominent family shouted downstairs, "I'll personally offer a million coins for the wall. Who will defeat him?"

A generous reward will surely attract brave men, especially one from the Xianbei barbarians.

As the scion of a prominent family finished speaking, another man stepped onto the stage.

With the sound of a gong, Tuo Lu on the stage took the initiative and threw a punch. The punch was so fast that before the man could react, the huge fist had already stopped at his nose.

Seeing the fist so close at hand, the man swallowed hard. He knew that if that punch landed, he would be seriously injured, if not killed.

"I concede defeat!"

Seeing that the other party had shown mercy, the man, still shaken, readily clasped his hands in surrender.

The second match ended in less than a single exchange.

Looking at the money awarded by the martial arts training hall, as well as what he had won before, Tuo Lu's face lit up with joy. He knew that if he won just one more match, the money would be enough to redeem the woman he loved.

Subsequently, Tuolu once again bet all his money on winning.

"You bastard! How dare you be so arrogant!"

Seeing Tuo Lu's actions, the young masters from the aristocratic families on the second floor were also furious.

"I, this young master, offer two million coins. Who will kill this Xianbei barbarian for me?" Several scions of noble families shouted loudly in the hall, raising the price to two million.

However, no one in the hall responded.

Although the bounties offered by those aristocratic scions were tempting, the wandering knights knew they didn't have the ability to defeat Tuolü. Besides, Tuolü's performance on the arena was upright and chivalrous, earning him the respect of these wandering knights.

"What? Is there no one left in our Han Dynasty? How can we just stand by and watch a Xianbei barbarian run rampant here?" When no one responded, a young man from a noble family shouted loudly.

"Nonsense!!"

Upon hearing this, Liu Hong frowned, a hint of displeasure on his face.

Not only Liu Hong, but even the wandering knights in the hall looked at the scions of noble families on the second floor with some dissatisfaction.

In the eyes of these wandering knights, a martial arts contest is simply a friendly exchange between heroes; if one is not as skilled as the other, one can simply go home and practice more.

This isn't a war between two countries, so why escalate it into a national conflict and make people look down on us for no reason?

Although those scions of noble families were being somewhat rude and disruptive, the atmosphere had already reached a point where a fight was inevitable. If Tuolu were to win again, it would truly make them look bad.

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