"You bastard!"

Changsun Yuenu angrily rebuked her nephew, saying, "Who do you think you are? How dare you compare yourself to the Khan?"

"Changsun Yuenu!"

Jiang Ming sternly rebuked Grand Consort Changsun, "Are you trying to break my rules?"

Upon seeing Jiang Ming's anger, Changsun Yuenu obediently lowered her head and curtsied, saying, "This concubine dares not..."

"You brat!"

Jiang Mingchong said to Changsun Yuenu's nephew, "Remember! The Xianbei people speak with strength. If you can beat me in wrestling, I will appoint you as a household with 20,000 households and reward you with 1,000 taels of gold!"

"real!?"

Upon hearing this, Changsun Yuenu's foolish nephew trembled violently.

"Khan! Do you really mean it?"

"Oh!"

Jiang Ming sneered, "As brothers of two great tribes, how could I lie? The same goes for your Tuoba tribe... Whoever defeats me will be granted 20,000 households and a reward of 1,000 taels of gold!"

Upon hearing this, the Tuoba tribe members were all eager to try their luck.

Compared to the grasslands and spoils of war, Jiang Ming's 'reward' was clearly more tempting!

"but......"

Jiang Ming paused and continued, "Anyone who deliberately lets me see through their actions just because I am your Khan is cursing my ancestors for eight generations. Don't blame me for being impolite; they will be dealt with according to military law!"

"Khan is generous!"

Changsun Yuenu's nephew, with his large belly protruding, said, "Khan, shall I have the first match with you?"

Jiang Ming smiled faintly and turned to look at Dugu Yan: "Grand Consort Dugu, you have no objections, right?"

Dugu Yan, who was happy to sit back and watch the tigers fight, grinned and said, "No objection!"

"Alright!"

Jiang Ming straightened his clothes and waved to the big, simple-minded Changsun: "Come on!"

"Khan! Forgive me!"

This big, simple-minded grandson pounced on Jiang Ming like a giant brown bear...

Jiang Ming could make such a boast, so he must have a good understanding of the situation.

His special forces instructor was a wrestling champion from Inner Mongolia!

Jiang Ming has been thrown around by the teacher at least eight hundred times, if not a thousand!

He was a top wrestler in the army group and had won several championships...

This requires a lot of skill; it's not enough to just rely on physical strength to avoid injury!

Although Jiang Ming has always used his eloquence and wisdom to deal with various crises in ancient society.

But his real strength lies in his personal combat skills.

Today, he also wanted to stretch his muscles and have some fun with these Xianbei people.

One hooks the foot, the other twists the leg...

In the blink of an eye, the big, silly Changsun was thrown flat on his back by Jiang Mingzhan!

He didn't even see what was happening before he was already lying on the ground.

Wrestling emphasizes footwork and weight transfer, similar to Tai Chi, to cleverly break through a stalemate.

This is why top wrestlers always "feint" their opponents and then strike when their opponent is off balance!

The Xianbei people understood wrestling as a method of forcefully throwing their opponent while holding them up...

The result, of course, was that Jiang Ming treated him like a sack and threw him around like a 'kuku'!

Once, twice, three times, four times...

In proper wrestling arenas, there are mats underneath to prevent significant impact on the wrestlers.

But the ground here is rock hard!

Changsun, the big, silly guy, was thrown down by Jiang Ming seven or eight times in a row. He was in so much pain that he couldn't get up, but he was still unconvinced and wanted to get up and throw him down again.

Actually, compared to other combat sports, wrestling is the most brutal!

A hard fall carries far more energy than a punch, and the injury is more unpredictable, making fractures more likely.

After being thrown around seven or eight times, the big, clumsy guy finally calmed down, grimacing and panting heavily, staring at Jiang Ming with disbelief in his eyes!

Not only him, but no one could have imagined... that this handsome prince consort and khan would be so powerful!

They smashed Changsun's "battle platform pillar" until he looked like a bloodied wild boar.

Afterwards, he didn't exhale a breath and his expression remained unchanged!

When Dugu Yan looked at Jiang Ming again at this moment, her gaze had completely changed...

From her previous sharp and willful nature, she transformed into two pools of spring water... looking at him with eyes full of love.

Women all admire strength!

The saying goes, "Seeing is believing, hearing is deceiving"... Although his military achievements were legendary, it was still just hearsay.

Now, on the "battlefield," they truly witnessed Jiang Ming's abilities.

Dugu Yan was completely convinced and full of admiration!

"I refuse to accept this!"

The big, simple-minded Changsun struggled to his feet and shouted, "Khan! You rely on skill, not real ability! I disagree!"

"hehe......"

Jiang Ming smiled faintly: "Then tell me, what constitutes true skill?"

"I'm afraid I'll hurt the Khan if I fight him on horseback! I want to fight him with my fists and see whose fists are stronger!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Changsun Yuenu couldn't hold back any longer and stepped forward to slap him across the face!

"You beast!"

Changsun Yuenu retorted, "Are you going to lay a hand on the Khan?"

"Aunt! Please let me finish!"

The big, simple-minded Changsun said with a wronged expression, "I want to have a contest with the Khan to see who can hit the sandbag higher and farther..."

"Get out of here!"

Changsun Yuenu was furious and shouted, "You useless piece of trash! You're not as good as me, and you still won't accept it! You lost, so be a man! Don't be a sore loser... You're disgracing our Changsun tribe!"

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