By the fifth attack, the burly man's power had diminished considerably, yet Qingfeng did not dodge and managed to withstand the blow.
Anyone with eyes could see that he deliberately stopped.
Perhaps out of mutual respect among martial artists, Qin Zhaoyue was able to understand.
This man was tall and strong, with a natural superhuman strength, but he had never seriously practiced martial arts, and his moves were all straightforward.
If he has a clean background, he can be taken into the household as a guard.
Just as Qin Zhaoyue was about to give in, the burly man raised his fist and swung it at Qingfeng again.
At this moment, Qingfeng knelt on one knee, his back unguarded, his fist aimed directly at the back of his head!
At the critical moment, Xi Yu flashed forward, placed a palm on the strong man's forearm, tripped his right foot, and used a clever trick to throw him away.
He didn't use much force; he mainly relied on using the opponent's force against them, but the strong man was too heavy.
He flew directly towards the onlookers, five or six of them attacked together, and he had to retreat many steps before he could barely catch them.
With a clang, the sword was drawn, its tip pointing directly at the burly man.
Qingfeng had also stood up and stood guard in front of Qin Zhaoyue.
Qingfeng was caught off guard, and the fist was aimed at the back of his head. If it had hit, it could have been fatal. They had no choice but to be cautious.
As the atmosphere grew increasingly tense, Lu Tieshan, a martial artist who had already been eliminated, hesitated before stepping forward.
He bowed deeply, "Your Highness, the fool didn't mean it..."
"This is my fault. I told him that as long as he could defeat this man, he could eat his fill forever."
Qin Zhaoyue was still somewhat shaken; for a moment, she had thought it was aimed at her.
Hearing this, he frowned. "He's called a fool?"
Everyone started talking at once, explaining what had happened.
It turned out that the burly man was an abandoned child, born with a disability, and his mind was only at the level of a child.
However, he had a peculiar physique and an unusually large appetite.
As a child, he had no fixed abode and begged for food from various families in the theaters south of the city.
But ordinary families simply couldn't afford to support them, and better families wouldn't employ servants with intellectual disabilities.
When I get older, I'll be able to do some work moving goods.
Because of his mental disability, he often did the heaviest work but didn't get much food in return. It was rare for him to meet a kind-hearted person and get a full meal.
Later, Manager Lou discovered him and brought him into the No. 1 brothel in the world, where he could receive five taels of silver per month.
He also encountered a group of frustrated warriors here, and through their struggles, he finally grew up.
The martial artist in front of him was also quite considerate of him, afraid that he would lose the job he had finally found, so he told him that he must win against Qingfeng.
Qin Zhaoyue thought to herself, no wonder. With a physique like this strong man, he could easily join the army, but instead he was receiving a monthly salary here. So that's the crux of the problem.
Just because others said they had to win, they ignored everything and only aimed at Qingfeng.
They probably can't even understand military orders, how can they join the army?
At this moment, the fool was helped up by the crowd, his eyes filled with clear stupidity, as if he did not understand what had happened.
However, he broke free from the others and strode forward.
Neither Qingfeng nor Xiyu lowered their guard, but they saw him simply walk to the side of the middle-aged martial artist Lu Tieshan and help him up.
It was supposed to be helping, but it was more like lifting a chick; the scene was somewhat playful.
"Uncle, did I... win?"
The clear voice was completely at odds with his physique, and his tone was like that of a child, which deeply touched Qin Zhaoyue's heartstrings.
"Your Highness..."
Lu Tieshan, being carried by the idiot, was unable to bow, and could only keep clasping his hands in a gesture of supplication, his eyes filled with pleading.
Qin Zhaoyue pondered for a moment, then looked up at the big, clumsy man, "Would you be willing to become a guard in the princess's residence?"
Seeing his still bewildered look, he added, "He can eat his fill every meal."
The words had barely left his mouth when a startled light flashed in the big, goofy man's eyes. "Pretty lady...really?!"
A deathly silence fell over the room. Calling the Sixth Princess...pretty sister? Are they crazy?
Qin Zhaoyue slightly raised her head, revealing her fair neck.
Although he is two meters tall, his mental capacity is that of a child, and a silly child cannot lie!
"It's true, as long as you protect me from harm, I'll make sure you're well-fed, with meat at every meal!"
"Uncle!" The big, simple-minded man suddenly shook Lu Tieshan. "Eat your fill! There's meat to eat!"
"Okay...okay...it'll fall apart if you shake it any more!"
Bang! Unable to bear it any longer, Lu Tieshan raised his arm and slapped the big, dumb guy on the forehead, finally stopping his violence.
The moment my feet touched the ground, it felt like I was walking on cotton, Yue~
In this way, all ten or so martial artists were eliminated, but some still survived.
According to Qingfeng, most of them are around the eighth rank, with a few at the seventh rank, and there is also an anomaly among them, the big, clumsy guy.
He has never learned martial arts, but he has superhuman strength. He can easily withstand a seventh-rank opponent. If he could learn some simple moves, he could even fight a sixth-rank opponent.
Qin Zhaoyue was in a good mood, so she didn't bring up the matter of getting her monthly allowance back.
Tell Lu Tieshan to take the big, clumsy guy back first, and then guards from the princess's residence will come to pick him up.
After all the commotion, only the last group remained: miscellaneous people.
The two managers in the building went to great lengths to swindle funds.
For example, martial artists, despite having very low ranks, have been given a lot of fabricated titles.
Like the world's number one dart thrower, the world's number one carrying pole, the world's number one dung pitchfork...
Not to mention the miscellaneous items, which are a mixed bag and a major area for embezzlement.
"It's getting late, come on, let's get started."
These people cannot compete together; they can only be showcased one by one.
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