An eight-foot-tall Yue warrior walked out.
He was shirtless, his bronzed muscles like those of a dragon. Like Jie Jun, he had a bald head and was covered in tattoos. He looked at Ning Que with a stern expression.
"Little Junior Brother, please be careful."
"He's the most outstanding warrior in the Kingdom of Nanyue, named Bhutuo. He's Jiejun's cousin, and he's been gifted with supernatural strength since childhood. He excels in close combat, and his boxing and kicking skills are quite impressive. He once killed a wild boar with just three punches while drunk. He's also quite fond of Muya, and is considered her most competitive suitor. If you defeat him, your plan will be a done deal."
“…”
There is no need to say what comes after that.
Ning Que has no interest in Mu Ya now.
He is more inclined to use Bhutto to establish his authority.
Haizai had already helped him a lot, and Muya would definitely have to follow him from now on. As for whether the marriage could be successful, that was not the issue for now. If he could deal with Bhutto today, it would save him a lot of effort in the future.
"I'm going to defeat you!"
"Miya is mine!"
"Bah, that's not it..."
Muya spat fiercely.
Butuo raised his bamboo spear, drew a large circle, and then slowly walked in, hooking his finger at Ning Que. Hai Zai continued to explain, "This is a wrestling style unique to the Yue people. Whoever leaves the circle first loses. Also, you can use weapons. He used a bamboo spear, what do you plan to use, Junior Brother?"
"Forget it." Ning Que smiled and shook his head. "Since this is just a sparring match, let's stop at the limit. Swords and knives have no eyes, so I won't use them, lest I hurt this warrior."
"You don't use weapons?"
The Great Elder rubbed his eyes.
Normally, they wrestled without weapons. However, if there was an irreconcilable conflict, both sides would bring weapons, with the tribe elders acting as referee. The fight would continue until one side conceded defeat.
This time, Bhutto was clearly furious, especially with his mastery of the bamboo spear. Ning Que, however, was so arrogant that he didn't even bother using a weapon. He knew Ning Que was a remarkable martial artist, but Bhutto was equally impressive, considered a master unseen in a century by the Nanyue. Now, at such a young age, he was already the commander of the Nanyue King's personal guard. He had previously killed a wild boar with just three punches; ordinary warriors were no match for him.
Ning Que smiled and shook his head.
He also walked into the circle.
He came to Lingnan for development, so that he could counterattack Dafeng in the future. He never thought of making enemies with these Yue people, and it was enough to have a proper exchange to establish his authority.
"You...you dare to look down on me?"
Bhutto was furious when he saw Ning Que, unarmed. He was a renowned warrior in South Vietnam, often praised by even the King of South Vietnam. But now Ning Que was so disrespectful to him that he didn't even bring a weapon.
"Bhutto!"
"Don't embarrass us South Vietnam again!"
"That's right, beat this guy to death!"
The rest of the Yue people followed suit.
Bhutto now represents the South Vietnam.
They also wanted to see Ning Que being defeated.
Seeing the commotion, Jie Jun quickly warned, "Bhutto, don't listen to their nonsense. Remember this, you are only sparring. You must not hurt Prince Ning."
Ning Que now has over 10,000 elite troops in Lingnan. These people have infiltrated all walks of life and support the prosperity of the Nanyue Kingdom. If Ning Que makes any mistakes, the Nanyue Kingdom is likely to collapse!
"That's not necessary."
Ning Que raised his hand.
He hooked his finger at Bhutto.
"Although the sparring should be limited to a certain point, there's no need to leave any room for error. Feel free to use whatever abilities you have."
After the translator's interpretation, Bhutto was instantly enraged. He raised his bamboo spear and thrust it at Ning Que. Because they were inside the circle, Ning Que had very limited space to dodge. The bamboo spear had a bamboo shaft and a bronze tip, tied to the bamboo with copper wire.
Ning Que showed no fear at all in the face of the spear's glare. He didn't even attempt to dodge, merely taking a half-step to the side and raising his hand to grasp the bamboo spear. Butuo frowned, and quickly tried to withdraw his weapon, but it was like facing a mountain, unable to move.
Ning Que leaped into the air and stepped on the bamboo pole. The bamboo pole was quite resilient, and even though Ning Que bent it, it didn't break.
"good!!!"
Tie Niu and others all applauded.
The South Vietnamese seemed a little anxious.
"Bhutto!"
"Where's your strength?"
"Can't you kill a wild boar with three punches?"
Mu Ya nervously clenched her hands, fearing Ning Que might get hurt. Shen Qinghe stepped forward and said calmly, "Don't worry. Xiao Ning is very strong, even stronger than you think. He's never lost since I've known him. Even his senior brothers are no match for him."
Mu Ya looked at Shen Qinghe in confusion.
She actually didn't understand what was being said.
But she could tell that Shen Qinghe was comforting her.
Bhutto was also quite angry at this time.
He used all his strength and finally lifted Ning Que up. The latter simply flipped in the air and landed steadily on the ground. At the same time, he raised his hand and continued to beckon with his fingers, "Come on, continue, let me see what else you can do."
“Go to hell!”
Bhutto was furious.
The spear in his hand kept spinning, dancing like a dragon.
And it is constantly approaching Ning Que.
Although the speed was fast, Ning Que saw nothing special about it. Instead of retreating, he advanced, raising his foot and slashing fiercely from top to bottom. Startled, Bhutto quickly changed his tactics, simultaneously raising his spear to block the attack.
Bang!
The bamboo spear was bent again.
Ning Que, using the force of his bamboo spear, leaped up. He kicked Bhutto three times in mid-air, sending him flying. Bhutto clutched his chest, feeling a searing pain.
At this moment, the Yue people were also stunned.
No one expected Ning Que to be so powerful.
Bhutto was the best warrior in his tribe, but he was no match for Ning Que. Even with his bamboo spear, he couldn't hurt Ning Que at all; he was practically being strung up and beaten!
Obviously, he was quite unconvinced.
He quickly picked up the bamboo spear and stabbed it out again.
But Ning Que had already explored him enough and had no interest in him. Bhutto's strength was good, just slightly inferior to his. But his skills were far from perfect, and he only knew how to show off his bravery.
Ning Que once again grasped the gun barrel with one hand.
Bhutto's eyes widened and he tried to pull his hand back.
But this time Ning Que will not let him go.
He raised his hand and chopped down with the palm knife.
Snap!
The bamboo spear was immediately split into two pieces.
Ning Que caught the falling spear tip and spun forward. The broken bamboo pole was aimed at Bhutto's neck. If he wanted to, he could kill Bhutto right now!
“That’s enough!”
"The winner is decided!"
"The winner is King Ning!"
The Great Elder immediately raised his hand to dissuade him.
Bhutto was, after all, a warrior of his tribe.
But nothing must happen!
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