Chapter 29 Zhao Duan: What can you use to fight me?
What did I comprehend from the God of War Diagram?
Zhao Duan only had a vague understanding.
He only remembered that he was standing on the top of the mountain, bathing in the sunset glow, and imitating Emperor "Taizu" by performing a set of boxing moves.
During this time, I imagined that the morning glow was entering my body, and indeed, a vague light and flame appeared on the surface of my body.
Along with this, there is also a sense of "domineering" rising from the heart.
Having just witnessed his family being bullied, he drew the Qi through his body, and the settled "intention" flowed like a trickle, spreading throughout his body along the meridians.
At this moment, as he threw a punch, Zhao Duan clearly felt that waves of turbulent cyclones were rushing into his arms and converging into the tip of his fist.
A faint glow seemed to appear on the fair and well-proportioned hand bones, but it was too subtle and hidden in the sunlight, making it difficult to distinguish.
"My dear!"
Everyone in the Zhao family in the courtyard was completely unprepared for Zhao Duan to suddenly attack. They subconsciously shouted and tried to dissuade him.
Even Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan, who were hugging each other and sitting on the ground, changed their expressions.
The truth is that although the original owner has reached the realm of "lower mortal", his actual fighting power is really worrying.
Especially in the past year, although he didn't live a life of debauchery, he was also unruly and had been completely corrupted by the big dye vat of luxury.
This is in stark contrast to Zhang Changji, who has a strong military aura and looks like someone who is not someone to be trifled with.
"Are you looking for death?"
Zhang Changji had fought with Zhao Duan before and knew this guy's strengths and weaknesses.
Not to mention the difference in martial arts between the two, even in terms of realm, they both have a head start over the other.
Seeing that Zhao Duan dared to punch him, he couldn't help but feel bolder. His muscles rippled like water and his clothes fluttered.
Zhang Changji stepped forward, and the blue bricks under his feet cracked with a snap, and his leg muscles bulged his trouser legs.
Clench your right fist and strike out like lightning!
Full strength!
There was a flash of violence and madness in Zhang Changji's eyes. He was confident that he could cripple his opponent with this punch.
However, when the two men's fists collided, the expected scene did not happen.
Zhang Changji only felt a sharp pain in his hand bones, and then he discovered with horror that all his strength had been neutralized, and an overwhelming force was poured into his arm.
“Bang!”
With a slight popping sound, his sleeves shattered, the skin on his arms cracked, tiny beads of blood oozed out of his pores, and his fists were covered in blood.
With a cry of pain still stuck in his throat, Zhang Changji saw Zhao Duan rush forward, lower his shoulders and back, and knock his feet off the ground.
A martial artist should avoid flying in the air. Once he loses his fulcrum, he becomes a human sandbag.
Zhao Duan formed his right hand into a claw and tightly gripped the latter's throat.
He ran forward with his feet, and every time he took a step, a footprint was left on the ground.
“Hehe…”
Zhang Changji's eyes bulged out, his face flushed red, and he was dragged back several feet and slammed hard into a water tank.
"Bang!"
The big vat broke and water splashed everywhere. Zhang Changji's eyes went dark and he was thrown face up on the ground. Blood and clean water mixed together and spread everywhere.
quiet!
All silence!
The two men fought extremely quickly. In the eyes of the people around them, the winner was decided in just a blink of an eye.
Crush!
No suspense!
"Ah——" The servants and maids' voices of dissuasion stopped abruptly, and then they let out an instinctive cry of surprise.
When those injured slaves got up, they were horrified to see that their young master was killed in an instant, and they were all heartbroken.
Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan were also stunned, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.
How come Zhao Jia Dalang, who had long abandoned martial arts and had mediocre talent, became so powerful?
Could it be that this soldier is too weak?
bluff?
They couldn't understand.
“Cough… cough cough…”
Zhang Changji coughed violently, feeling extremely horrified, and had no idea how he had lost.
He tried to struggle to get up, but he only felt the qi in his body was disordered and his muscles and bones were in severe pain, as if his internal organs were injured.
"Bang." Zhao Duan stepped on his chest, pushing him back, and said calmly:
"If you're injured, just lie down and don't move. You need to rest."
Zhang Changji was enraged. He struggled several times, but to no avail. He could only stare at him with bloodshot eyes.
"You're playing dirty tricks!"
He would never admit that he would be defeated by Zhao Duan, and subconsciously believed that the other party had used unconventional tactics.
Zhao Duan looked down at him with pity in his eyes, and applied a little force with his toes, causing the latter to cry out in pain.
"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."
Zhao Duan said coldly, "Say it again."
Zhang Changji grimaced in pain:
"If you dare to hurt me, my elder brother and uncle will not let you go!"
The Zhang brothers' uncle is currently a doctor in the Ministry of War, which roughly corresponds to the level of "director" in the world that Zhao Duan is familiar with.
This is also the reason why he dares to cause trouble for Zhao Duan.
Another son of a powerful family... Zhao Duan sighed in his heart.
In his previous life, he was born in a humble family and had incredible luck. He caught the eye of a big shot who had been sent to the grassroots level for training, and only then did he get a glimpse of the upper class.
But even at that time, people like the Zhang brothers were still people he could hardly look up to.
I suffered from your anger before I traveled through time, and I still suffer from your anger after I traveled through time. Then, didn’t I travel through time in vain?
Zhao Duan had no expression on his face and moved his foot away from the latter's chest.
Zhang Changji breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the man surnamed Zhao was scared.
Yes, a pretty boy who has lost the favor of the saint is worthy of being violent towards me?
However, the next second, his expression changed.
Zhao Duan stepped on his palm and stomped down heavily:
"Don't you like fighting? I want to see how hard your fist is."
Snap!
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed in the courtyard. In the dumbfounded eyes of everyone, beads of sweat broke out on Zhang Changji's forehead, his face turned pale, and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.
His hand is broken.
“You… you dare…”
Zhang Changji's eyes turned red, and he couldn't believe that this out-of-favor dog dared to bite people.
The next second, Zhao Duan bent down and squatted beside him.
With a gentle expression, he took out a silver, palm-sized exquisite waist badge from his bosom.
With his fingers hooked on the lanyard, the silver medal hung on the bridge of Zhang Changji's nose and slowly rotated.
On it, the four big characters "Royal Offering" are clearly visible.
Each big word was like a nail, hammering deeply into his brows!
Zhang Changji's expression suddenly froze, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Of course he knew what it was.
The Royal Worship, a group of experts that has been passed down since the founding of the country six hundred years ago, is an organization of experts in the inner court who are loyal only to the emperor and have very few members.
It is said that the selection criteria for practicing royal inheritance are extremely harsh, and it is even more difficult if you are not a eunuch.
Zhang Changji also tried to use his uncle's connections and fantasized about becoming a worshipper.
It's not entirely out of greed for inheritance. In fact, the worshipper himself is not an "official" and has no real power.
But the powerful and wealthy still work tirelessly to try to get their children in.
This is simply because the royal family members are the emperor's personal guards, representing the great trust of the imperial power.
But his uncle just shook his head and told him to give up.
But now, Zhao Duan has become the person he has always dreamed of.
"How could you..."
Zhang Changji felt a surge of anger in his heart, and his whole body went cold.
I finally realized that my brother's judgment might be wrong.
Totally wrong.
Zhao Duan smiled and slapped his face with his silver waist badge. His voice was very low, just reaching his ears:
"You can try and go back and file a complaint. See if this sign is heavy enough to cover your hand."
"By the way, I also happened to break through a small realm, and now I am also a mid-level realm."
"Look at you, so stupid and clueless, you just rushed over here. It seems you don't know that His Majesty chose to save me. Oh, and your eldest brother has been confined to his house for impeaching me."
"so……"
Zhao Duan sighed softly, put away his badge, and said in a flat and indifferent voice:
"What do you have to fight me?"
"puff!"
At this moment, Zhang Changji was so angry that his eyes went dark and he fainted from anger.
(End of this chapter)
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