Mo Junmao said cheerfully, "The winner gets a reward."
Tu Yufan: “….”
In order to watch the fun, Tu Yufan had no choice but to put down his wine glass and slowly walked forward.
The wrestler from the original tribe looked down at the thin Tu Yufan, a hint of doubt flashed in his eyes. Is the famous Marquis Shengjun the pretty boy?
"My dear, you are the strongest fighter in our Zhang Dynasty. If any of you can defeat him, I will reward you handsomely!"
Tu Yufan: He doesn’t want to pretend anymore.
A trace of greed flashed across the eyes of the original wrestlers, while the others were jealous and regretful that the opportunity did not fall to them.
"My Lord Prime Minister, I am sorry!"
The opponent rushed forward at an incredible speed, and his huge body exuded a sense of oppression. Everyone held their breath, thinking that Tu Yufan would be knocked out directly. As a result, the wrestler's huge and strong body suddenly stopped. Tu Yufan stretched out his hands, and a heavy steel fell on his chest, making him unable to move.
With a loud bang, Tu Yufan grabbed the wrestler and swung him with all his strength. The wrestler was thrown several meters away in an instant and then crashed into a huge tree. The wrestler groaned from the impact and felt unbearable pain all over his body. He couldn't stand up for a while.
"Thank you!"
Tu Yufan bowed without changing his expression.
The scene suddenly became quiet, with only the rustling sound of the wind. Mo Junmao reacted and gave a dry cough, and everyone recovered from their shock.
This is too fast! It doesn't feel real at all. Is this something human can do?
The original tribesmen were also caught off guard. After they recovered from their shock, someone immediately stood up and said, "I, Muge, am here to learn from you!"
As Tu Yufan threw the original tribe members out like sandbags, everyone went from being shocked to being numb, and finally they even suspected that the original tribe members were a bunch of idiots.
Tu Yufan straightened his clothes and thought that no one would bother him anymore, so he reported to the emperor and left the stage.
Mo Junmao thought to himself that if he had known earlier, he should have asked Tu Yufan to be more restrained. The envoys specially presented a batch of rare items as tribute and praised him for a long time in the hall, but they were quickly beaten up by Tu Yufan. These two-meter-tall men showed lost looks, which was quite pitiful.
Afterwards, Mo Junmao let other people from Zhang Kingdom take the field. After that, the competition had some winners and some losers, and things became much more normal. The original people also regained their fighting spirit.
The game is in the late stages.
"I want to compete with my third brother." Mo Kuangshen suddenly said.
If it was any other prince, Mo Junmao would still think there was some deep meaning in it, but if it was Mo Kuangshen, he could only helplessly say, "Stop fooling around!"
"I'm not kidding. I'm competing with my own people, and I'm competing with my own family. Isn't it just fun?"
After hearing this, Mo Junmao no longer tried to stop him and nodded in agreement.
Tu Yufan thought that Mo Kuangshen had made full preparations. Seeing his confident look and fierce eyes, he grabbed Mo Youchi's shoulders and threw him hard. Then, he was thrown out by Mo Youchi with a snap.
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