Chapter 63 Shining Brightly
"Something's not right..." Something's definitely not right.
"Ninth Brother, what's wrong with you? You're acting strangely. The martial arts competition is about to start." Yin looked at Yin Tang beside him, who seemed lost in thought, and was very puzzled.
Ever since he learned that his eldest brother and Amuguleng had ultimately drawn, Ninth Brother returned from Fourth Brother's side like a wandering ghost.
"Tenth Prince." Yinzhen suddenly turned around and looked at Yinzhen solemnly, causing Yinzhen to unconsciously straighten his posture and become more formal.
"What's wrong, Ninth Brother?"
"How do you think the fourth brother knew it was a tie?"
Upon hearing this question, Yin's face and back slumped simultaneously. He looked at Yin Tang with a puzzled expression and asked, "Ninth Brother, you've been thinking about this for so long?"
"Don't you think something's wrong?" Yin Tang asked stubbornly.
"Is it possible, I mean, that Fourth Brother just guessed?" What Yin really wanted to say was that it was very likely that Fourth Brother had just given a casual answer to appease Ninth Brother. However, to save Ninth Brother's face, Yin embellished his words a little.
"No... never mind..." Seeing the look in Yin's eyes—which he tried to hide but couldn't quite conceal as if he were looking at a fool—Yin Tang sighed and gave up.
"Hey, don't think so much, the martial arts competition has started, look!" Thinking he had successfully persuaded Ninth Brother, Yin turned him around and rushed forward to look at the lively martial arts arena.
"Understood," Yinzhen said, his eyes fixed on the martial arts match, but the strange feeling in his heart hadn't subsided. He swore as their arch-rival that the fourth prince was definitely up to something regarding the draw, though he hadn't yet discovered it. But he wouldn't give up; he would find fault with the fourth prince to avenge the cutting of his queue!
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The 100-meter target competition ended in a draw, which was unexpected. Kangxi then declared Yinzhi and Amuguleng the joint champions. Amuguleng, who somewhat agreed with Yinzhi's performance, remained unconvinced and challenged him to a rematch on the ring.
Then came the third arena match. Although the other matches were also very exciting, everyone's attention was still involuntarily drawn to Yinzhi and Amuguleng.
When the two stepped onto the ring and stood facing each other, the loudest cheers in history erupted from below.
"Aisin Gioro Yinzhi".
“Zhaerchiwuti Amuguleng Chechen clan”.
Setting aside prejudice, this was the first time the two looked at each other directly, truly treating each other as equals. After exchanging a fist salute, their auras instantly changed.
Amuguleng's aura was fierce, like the best predator on the grassland, staring intently at his prey, ready to pounce; Yinzhi's aura was more composed, like a majestic mountain, unshakable, and carrying a fearless spirit that had experienced war. More than a prince, he was a general facing the enemy.
A fight was about to break out. The two men quickly closed in, lunging at each other and exchanging blows. Their movements were agile and powerful, each move brimming with strength and skill. One threw swift punches, while the other nimbly dodged, simultaneously seeking an opportunity to counterattack.
The two bodies collided violently with a dull thud, sweat pouring down their faces like rain. Neither side flinched, attacking and defending with all their might.
Amuguleng, who appeared overly muscular and clumsy, suddenly unleashed a high kick, the force of which whistled as it aimed straight for Yinzhi's head. Amidst gasps from the crowd, Yinzhi reacted swiftly, dodging to the side and simultaneously retaliating with a straight punch. The two exchanged blows, neither giving an inch, and the fight reached a fever pitch.
Everyone watched the action intently, occasionally letting out gasps of amazement and cheers. They had expected a thrilling competition, but no one had anticipated such a close and evenly matched contest, with neither side giving an inch.
This was a more intense and longer battle than the previous ones. The two fought from one end of the ring to the other, and several times they almost fell off the ring amidst the gasps of the crowd, but each time they managed to get back on their feet without any serious injury.
But perhaps the two had developed a tacit understanding, when Amuguleng almost lost his footing, Yinzhi did not press his advantage, and similarly when Yinzhi almost fell, Amuguleng did not take advantage of his misfortune.
Everyone could see that the two of them wanted a fair and square fight; they hadn't had enough yet, and there hadn't been a real battle to determine a winner.
As time went on, the two men's physical strength visibly declined. Their clothes were soaked with sweat, and their breathing became increasingly rapid, but their punches and kicks remained powerful.
In the end, it was Yinzhi, who had experienced war, who had the upper hand. On the battlefield, no movement could be missed, and the same was true on the arena. Seizing the moment when Amuguleng slowed down due to fatigue, Yinzhi threw a hook punch and knocked him to the ground, then pinned him down and restrained his body.
"Hoo... Do you submit?" Yinzhi pressed down on Amuguleng, beads of sweat dripping onto his eyelashes, and he asked his men in a heavy breath.
"You win." After struggling for a while, Amuguleng finally admitted defeat.
"Bravo!" A burst of enthusiastic cheers erupted from below the stage.
Yinzhi stood up and smiled at Kangxi, who was watching from a distance, saying, "Father, I have not failed in my mission!"
"Hahaha, good!" Kangxi also stood up from his seat, looking at his eldest son who had brought him honor, with a big smile. "Liang Jiugong, bring me my Lingbao Bow and bestow it upon Baoqing."
"Thank you, Father Emperor." Yinzhi bowed in delight to express his gratitude. The Lingbao Bow was modeled after the bow and arrow of General Li Guang of the Han Dynasty. Its bow was nimble and powerful; its arrows could shatter stones within a hundred paces. It had always been Emperor Kangxi's personal bow, practically his imperial bow. Seeing the bow was like seeing the man himself—who didn't know it?
Now that this bow has been bestowed upon Yinzhi, how could Yinzhi not be happy? Isn't this his father's praise and hint at his success?
"In my opinion, since Prince Zhi has defeated the greatest warrior of our grasslands, the title of greatest warrior should rightfully belong to Prince Zhi." Mongolia is not lacking in astute individuals; Taiji Ecan of Alukorchin happens to have some disagreements with Chewangzabu. Therefore, he seizes this opportunity to use Amuguleng to elevate Yinzhi's reputation.
But there's nothing wrong with what he said. Most Mongolian warriors are straightforward and frank. Since Yinzhi defeated Amuguleng, they naturally acknowledged Yinzhi's status as the "number one warrior."
Then a group of burly men by the arena shouted at Yinzhi, "Number One Warrior! Number One Warrior!"
Even the defeated Amuguleng was impressed by Yinzhi and had no complaints.
From this moment on, Yinzhi's fame spread throughout the grasslands. With Yinreng gone, he became the most outstanding prince under Kangxi, making a name for himself and gaining the support of many Mongols.
Having received praise and rewards from Emperor Kangxi and adoration from the Mongols, Prince Zhi, Yinzhi, was in high spirits after the competition and completely failed to notice the increasingly profound gaze that Suo'etu was giving him from the corner.
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