"Haha, okay, let's get started!" Lu Zifeng looked at Situ Yong on the dragon throne again.
"Your Majesty, the palace is not spacious enough. Why not move the competition venue outside?"
Situ Yong nodded and said, "Well, the hall is indeed a bit cramped, so we can move outside."
The ministers looked at Lu Zifeng speechlessly. It seemed that this kid was very favored by the emperor. Look, the emperor agreed with everything this kid said!
A quarter of an hour later, everyone was standing in the open space outside the Qianyuan Hall again. In the middle, in the most open space, stood two people. One of them was Lu Zifeng, and the other was a Tartar warrior. This warrior was about two meters tall and quite sturdy. Lu Zifeng was also over 1.8 meters tall, but he still looked smaller standing next to him.
Lu Zifeng looked at the Tatar warrior opposite him, thinking about how to deal with him. Lu Zifeng was naturally not afraid of a competition of strength, but Lu Zifeng did not want to use his strength ability because it was too abnormal. So he decided to use the Tai Chi he learned in his previous life to deal with these warriors, because Tai Chi was the best way to deal with them. It could achieve great results with little effort, and he could also give an explanation to the outside world.
He clasped his hands together and said.
"Please make your move!"
The warrior was enraged by Lu Zifeng's contemptuous expression, and he punched Lu Zifeng in the face. Seeing that the fist was about to reach the tip of his nose, Lu Zifeng tilted his head and dodged the punch. At the same time, Lu Zifeng's right hand directly grabbed the Tatar warrior's wrist and tightly grasped his pulse point, which immediately made the Tatar warrior lose his strength. Following the inertia, he jumped back and widened the distance between the two of them, causing the Tatar warrior to fall flat on his face. Lu Zifeng twisted his body and twisted the Tatar warrior's arm behind his back, causing the Tatar warrior to scream in pain.
Lu Zifeng looked at the Tatar warriors with a smile,
"Are you willing to admit defeat?"
Lu Zifeng's words made the Tatar warrior feel humiliated for a moment. How could he admit defeat just because of a mistake at the beginning of the competition? This was really too much!
Seeing the Tatar warrior looking at him with dissatisfaction, Lu Zifeng let go of his hand.
"Alright, I'll give you one more chance! We have to play a best-of-three series."
The Tatar warrior stood up, moving his aching arm, and looked at Lu Zifeng. He was very curious as to how this young man had subdued him just now. The speed was so fast that he had no time to react at all.
Situ Yong, who was at the top, was smiling at this time, and was very happy about the decision he made today.
The Tatar prince had a gloomy expression on his face at this time. He had not expected that his most powerful warrior would be subdued by this young man with just one move. He only hoped that his men could win back the game in the next round.
His idea was beautiful, but would Lu Zifeng give him a chance? Of course not. Looking at the Tartar warrior rushing in front of him again, Lu Zifeng threw him over his shoulder and threw him away. He fell heavily to the ground with a bang, and for a while he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up.
You have to know that the Tatar warrior is tall and heavy. Lu Zifeng followed his strength and threw him over his shoulder. With the double strength, how could the force of him falling to the ground be light?
The Tartar warrior lay on the ground, questioning his life. Why was he always thrown away just when he was about to hit the young man? It was not only him who couldn't figure it out, but the crowd watching below couldn't figure it out either. The entire court, both civil and military officials, now had a profound understanding of the Duke Dingguo's martial arts prowess. Not only could such a large Tartar warrior not get close to him, but he could also throw the Tartar warrior so far.
Situ Yong was watching from the top, feeling incredibly excited. This kid had really made him proud today! He stroked his beard and watched with a smile.
Crown Prince Situ Jin also looked at his cousin with a smile on his face. He had some understanding of Lu Zifeng's martial arts. After all, the first time he saw him was when King Jing's army returned to the city. At that time, they encountered an assassination, and it was this kid who saved King Jing's uncle. It's just that his martial arts today are different from that day. As for what the difference is, he can't tell for the time being.
The Tatar prince had closed his eyes at this time. He really didn't want to see his warriors being abused anymore.
Lu Zifeng walked forward and squatted beside the Tatar warrior and said.
"But do you still want to continue the competition? You have to know that your eldest prince has placed a bet. If you lose, then your eldest prince will lose everything, even his underwear."
Lu Zifeng's voice was not loud, but everyone was watching him talking to the Tatar warrior carefully at this time, and they burst into laughter when they heard his words. Although the Tatar prince had his eyes closed, his ears were naturally always paying attention to the movements in the competition field. When he heard Lu Zifeng say this, he became even more angry, opened his eyes and glared at the Tatar warrior fiercely.
The Tatar warrior naturally saw the look in his eldest prince's eyes, and was startled. He quickly stood up and looked at Lu Zifeng.
"I haven't lost yet?"
As he said that, he threw another punch at Lu Zifeng. Lu Zifeng took a step back helplessly.
"Is this the only trick you have? If you can't change it, even if you don't get tired of it, I am tired of it too."
Having said that, Lu Zifeng still used Tai Chi. He blocked the Tatar warrior's straight punch with his left arm, and clenched his right fist and punched the Tatar warrior's softer abdomen. When he was hit in the abdomen and half bent over due to pain, his shoulder hit the Tatar warrior's jaw. With a click, the Tatar warrior immediately sat down on the ground with his hand covering his chin, and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth.
Lu Zifeng smiled as he looked at the painful expression of the Tatar warrior, walked forward and spoke in a gentle voice.
"Everything you've experienced today is due to the arrogance of your eldest prince. It's better to follow a different master from now on, understand? This is my advice!"
After saying that, Lu Zifeng stood up and looked at the Tatar warrior, "Do we still need to continue the competition?"
The warrior looked at Lu Zifeng with horror on his face, looking very scared. Lu Zifeng raised his eyebrows.
"Grand Prince of Tatar, how about we continue this competition? If you are willing to accept defeat, then how about we end this competition here?"
Situ Yong also looked at the Tatar prince.
"Grand Prince, what do you think? Can we continue the competition? I see you still have several warriors. Should we let them go up and compete as well?"
The Tatar prince almost vomited blood when he heard Situ Yong's words. He now knew that his premonition had come true. Not only did he fail to win the three cities, but he lost ten thousand taels of gold, ten thousand sheep, five thousand cattle and five thousand horses.
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