Inside the tent, Qin Ye was performing surgery seriously, while outside the tent, it was a different scene.

On the battlefield, two figures stood facing each other. Deputy General Hou held a sword in his hand, and opposite him, a man in a black robe stood with his hands behind his back. His long robe fluttered lightly in the wind, and he exuded a natural and noble air.

Below the battle platform, countless soldiers were surrounded in three layers inside and three layers outside, watching this scene nervously.

The prince proposed to compete with Deputy General Hou.

The strength of the prince is obvious to all. Deputy General Hou is no match for the prince at all. To compete with the prince, isn't that courting death?

Lieutenant General Hou wiped the blade of his sword and glanced at the man opposite him.

Prince Chen was thirteen years younger than him, yet he became the 'undefeated god of war' in the eyes of the common people. However, it was him and countless soldiers who worked hard for Prince Chen.

The dead were the soldiers.

The sacrifices were made by the soldiers.

It was the soldiers who lost their families and loved ones.

What else did King Chen contribute besides giving orders?

Since Prince Chen wanted to vent his anger on behalf of Deputy General Jiang, he let him meet this young man in his early twenties.

"Your Highness, please!" He prepared himself and raised his hand in a gesture of invitation.

Zong Zhengchen looked at him coldly, "I will give you three moves."

“…”

Look down on him?

Oh!

Back then, when he was fighting on the battlefield, King Chen had just learned to walk. Looking down on his predecessors was a fatal mistake.

Young people, don't be proud.

In that case, he won’t be polite!

"My Lord, I am sorry."

After Deputy General Hou bowed his hands in greeting, he immediately swung the sword in his hand and attacked.

With one move, he swept through the enemy like a whirlwind, carrying with him his powerful internal force, without showing any mercy.

The man dodged sideways, and the expended internal energy swept out, knocking down branches and leaves five meters away. The aura was particularly sharp and intimidating.

The second move is to pursue the victory with a series of moves, one sword after another, the speed is so fast and the moves are so fierce that people can't see the sword skills clearly.

The third move is to raise the sword and push forward with a fierce aura.

The soldiers below the stage were watching nervously.

However, after three moves, Deputy General Hou didn't even touch the hem of King Chen's clothes...

Deputy General Hou was a little stunned. How could King Chen be so fast? He had practiced martial arts for thirteen years longer than King Chen. King Chen's martial arts could not possibly be better than his.

As he was thinking this, he heard the man open his mouth:

"It's my turn."

As soon as he finished speaking, he gathered his inner strength, his black robe fluttered, the sleeves of his robe whistled, and his black figure rushed forward like an arrow, hitting Lieutenant General Hou in the face.

So fast!

In the blink of an eye!

Deputy General Hou's heart tightened. He did not dare to be distracted and quickly raised his sword to block.

Bang——

The man slapped him with his palm, and the overwhelming force directly broke the sword in his hand, and hit him in the heart, knocking him several meters away, hitting the wooden stake hard, and bouncing to the ground again.

Suddenly, a mouthful of blood spurted out:

"puff!"

Good, really strong inner strength...

“Ahem…”

Deputy General Hou felt as if his internal organs were shattered, and he never expected that he couldn't even withstand a single move from King Chen.

But before he could react, King Chen attacked again.

Just as he was about to raise his hand to block, another palm came down.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood.

He felt so weak from the pain that he almost suffocated. Seeing that King Chen was about to attack again, he knew that he was going to get serious. If he continued to fight, he would be in danger.

Busy said:

"Your Majesty, I admit..."

Before he could even utter the word "lose", he was forced to take a blow that made him lose his balance and stagger to the ground on one knee.