Chapter 821 is not even one-tenth of Fourth Brother’s.
"Yes, come on, Brother Jiu, crawl him!"
The place became quiet for a while, and the only voices left were the shouting voices of Wenjiu and Shiye.
The ministers around him looked at each other, each one wanting to cover their faces. It wasn't that they didn't want to shout, but they had already lost two games in a row. If they shouted louder, wouldn't it be even more embarrassing if they lost again?
"Alright, alright, save some energy. Come cheer for me after I finish fighting."
Jiu Ye smiled and stopped his two die-hard fans on the court. He hooked his finger at Azabu on the opposite side as if he was asking for a beating: "Come on, let's make a quick fight and decide it!"
Azabu looked at Jiu Ye for a long time, then frowned: "Where did this effeminate pretty boy come from?"
As soon as these words came out, before Ninth Master could say anything, Tenth Master jumped three feet high: "Hei, you big black rat, who are you calling a pretty boy? Believe it or not, I will go up and beat you up right now!"
Wenjiu immediately grabbed Shiye and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. Impulsiveness is the devil. Calm down!"
Master Shi: "Hey, I have a bad temper!"
Wen Jiu: "No, no, no, let's not bother with him."
Azabu frowned and said, "Come on and fight me if you dare!"
The Tenth Master immediately lost his temper: "I'm not afraid of you!"
"Your opponent is me!"
Seeing Azabu rushing towards Old Ten, Jiu Ye immediately flew over to stop him and said with a smile: "Wait a moment, and you'll know how it feels to be beaten by a pretty boy. Come on, big black rat."
"What's a big black rat? You effeminate little white face insulting me?"
Azabu realized that it was not a good thing to say, and his face suddenly darkened.
"Hey, that's enough. Who are you scolding for always calling her a sissy? Do you believe I'll give you a slap in the face?" Wenjiu immediately rolled up his sleeves.
The Tenth Master immediately grabbed the man and said, "Don't be angry, don't be angry. We are not the same as him."
Jiu Ye looked at Wen Jiu and Shi Ye in the audience, speechless for a moment: "Hey, I'm the one fighting, can you two be a little quieter?"
Wenjiu: "No! Hurry up, beat him up for us!"
Jiu Ye: "...As you command."
After saying that, he suddenly flew towards Azabu and said, "Black Rat, be careful!"
Azab intuitively felt that the three people opposite him did not take him seriously at all. He suddenly became angry and punched them hard.
He noticed that the pretty boy opposite him didn't dodge and really dared to face his fist. A cruel smile flashed across his lips. Anyone who dared to insult the Khalkha warriors should bear the consequences. He would definitely be able to smash this little arm to pieces with his hammer.
bump!
The sound of heavy punches colliding exploded in people's ears. Many people couldn't bear to watch and even covered their eyes.
However, there was no movement for a long time. When everyone opened their eyes, they found that the two people in front of them had stopped.
"How... do you have such power?"
Azabu clenched his numb fists, his face full of shock.
"Great!" Jiu Ye stretched his arms and laughed, "You big guy, you have some strength. Come on!"
When Wen Jiu looked at it, he knew that the outcome was already decided.
The Ninth Master's strength is not outstanding among the princes.
The Tenth Master and the Prince of Zhi, both of them are stronger than him.
What he is best at is actually his nimble body movements and a bunch of strange and bizarre hidden weapons.
Now that Azabu is inferior to him in terms of strength, how can he beat him?
It is said that the Ninth Master and the Tenth Master are the two princes who have eaten the most food in her space besides the Fourth Master, and their bodies are not comparable to those of ordinary people.
In this match, Jiu Ye was always in the upper hand, while Azabu was almost losing ground.
"Hahaha, Brother Nine, that's awesome!"
The Tenth Master immediately jumped for joy and couldn't help but bump into Thirteenth, who was standing beside him. "We were wondering why the Emperor was so anxious to call us back. Turns out it was for a martial arts competition. So, if Ninth Brother wins another match, will we be in the bag?"
Thirteen rubbed his injured shoulder and said in a low voice, "No, we've already lost two games. My eldest brother lost to the prince of Khalkha. I also lost to the little prince. Luckily, my ninth brother is back, otherwise I'd be embarrassed and would have been humiliated all over the border today."
"Someone actually defeated Prince Zhi?" Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows.
Thirteen nodded: "Look, that's the Khalkha prince. He's said to be incredibly strong. In the fight between him and my eldest brother, he only used about 70% of his strength."
Then, he turned to the Tenth Master and said, "But don't worry, Tenth Brother. He's already fought against the eldest brother once, so he won't play again. Next, we have Eighth Brother and Tenth Brother, so it's not impossible for us to win."
The Tenth Master looked at the prince excitedly and said, "Now that you mention it, I really want to try and see how capable he is. Can he catch up to half of Fourth Brother's ability?"
"bump!"
As he was speaking, he suddenly heard another sound.
Several people looked over subconsciously and saw that the Second Prince, who was as tall and strong as a mountain, was thrown off the stage by the Ninth Master.
The entire field was silent for a moment, and then suddenly erupted into thunderous cheers.
"Nineth Master! Nineth Master! Nineth Master......"
The Tenth Master even adjusted his hair pretentiously, his sparkling peach blossom eyes full of smiles, and he clasped his fist towards Azabu: "Thank you."
After saying this, Emperor Kangxi clasped his fists and said, "Father, please forgive me. I was delayed by something."
The prince above looked at the Ninth Master with some curiosity: "Great Amugulang Khan, this is the Ninth Prince? Now, he seems to be less than twenty years old?"
Hearing the voices calling "Ninth Master" and "Emperor Father" from below, Prince Khalkha guessed most of what was going on and couldn't help exclaiming in amazement.
"Your Highness is right. This is my ninth son. He is eighteen this year. Old Nine, come here."
Emperor Kangxi finally smiled and waved to the Ninth Master.
"Ninth Prince Yinzhen, greetings to the prince." The Ninth Master stepped forward and clasped his fists with a smile.
"Greetings, Ninth Prince." Prince Khalkha stood up, placed his right hand on his chest, and saluted.
Even the Ninth Master was surprised: "Your Highness is too polite."
Prince Khalkha looked at the Ninth Master with admiration in his eyes. "I've always heard that the Fourth Prince of the Qing Dynasty was an exceptional martial artist, but I never imagined that the Ninth Prince was the most formidable. At eighteen, I felt I was far behind the Ninth Prince."
"Your Highness is wrong. My skills are not the most outstanding, not even one-tenth or one-twelfth of Fourth Brother's. Naturally, I dare not call him the best." said Jiu Ye.
Hearing him say this, the prince who had just defeated the Prince of Zhi immediately looked over.
"Where is the Fourth Prince? Why can't I see him today?"
Jiu Ye raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Fourth brother is still busy. Besides, this is just a small matter that we brothers can handle. There is no need for my fourth brother."
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