Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

A shout of 'Cloud Dispelling Palm' instantly drew everyone's attention.

Zhao Lie's palm strike was incredibly powerful, but his opponent was no pushover either, dodging it with a small movement.

The palm, originally aimed at the heart, only struck his chest.

Using the force of the blow, the opponent rolled backward twice, then pushed off with both legs, kicking towards Zhao Lie!

Both fists came out together, roaring: "Dragon's Regret! ! ! Roar ~"

The two of them continued to fight back and forth, only now they began to chant the names of their special moves.

Clearly, it was a basic attack, but they had to give it an ultra-cool name, making it seem full of momentum.

The others were mostly the same, and for a time, the sky above the martial arts arena was filled with all sorts of bizarre move names and embarrassing sound effects...

"Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms! !" "Aww ~ A-da!"

"Eight-Point Light Wheel!"

"Sword Twenty-Two!" "Woof!"

"Special Beam Cannon! Pew!" "..."

Emperor Jing recovered from his stunned state, and three black lines slowly appeared on his forehead. With a wooden face, he asked, "What is going on here?"

"Fighting, Your Majesty. These are the techniques they've developed. On the battlefield, shouting out the name of your move can intimidate the enemy!"

"Doesn't Your Majesty think that fighting like this seems more imposing?" Fang Zheng explained.

He was the one who provided the move names. One of the basic training exercises was to practice moves while shouting.

Before Emperor Jing could say anything, the old cabinet ministers had already covered their faces and turned away.

Awkwardness, a kind of awkwardness from the inside out, was spreading like wildfire...

Was this a children's fight? Still going 'piupiupiu', 'slap slap slap', 'clang clang clang' while howling like ghosts! Are they all rough men with no sense of shame?

Although they no longer looked, they could still hear the shouts that made them feel utterly ashamed.

Zhang Dongxiang covered his mouth with all his might, finally unable to hold back, his face flushed red as he said, "Lord Fang, you certainly have a knack for training soldiers!"

"Your Majesty, in this old minister's opinion, this is an army of benevolence. On the battlefield, without a single sword or spear, without wasting a single soldier, they can laugh their opponents to death, pfft..."

"Cough cough! That makes sense, Your Majesty. It seems that Lord Fang is indeed a benevolent person." Zheng Qiao also laughed heartily.

Li Yansong still had doubts in his eyes, but the scene was too embarrassing, and he didn't know what to say.

Playing it awkwardly, huh! Wouldn't this just disgust people on the battlefield?

Emperor Jing's face was also flushed red: "Fang Qing, you haven't been on the battlefield. You can ask your colleagues if you have time."

"Some things aren't as obvious as you think. No one will listen to you shout on the battlefield, and they won't be able to hear you either. You have to rely on drums and flags."

Fang Zheng wore an expression of sudden realization: "Your subject has been taught. Your Majesty is indeed learned and knowledgeable."

Ren Hua and the others were already laughing inwardly.

Their status was low, and they didn't dare to tease Fang Zheng or laugh loudly in front of the emperor.

They watched as two people fought, one shouting 'Orchid Butterfly Gliding Step' while rolling around on the ground.

The other shouted 'Lingbo Micro-step' and was about to stomp on him.

This comical scene made the generals almost burst from holding back their laughter.

It seems that Lord Fang also likes to read some popular romance and monster stories on the market... Sure enough, he's amateur!

Only Li Yuanzhao folded his arms and sneered. He had been with Fang Zheng for a long time.

He had already developed an immunity to awkwardness and wondered what kind of good show he would see later.

Another five minutes passed, and after they had shouted their moves enough, they stopped, and the two hundred people returned to their neat formation.

Zhao Lie said: "Your Majesty, we have finished practicing!"

Fang Zheng requested instructions: "Your Majesty, can we start the actual combat now?"

Emperor Jing looked embarrassed, afraid that Fang Zheng would lose face, and tentatively asked, "Fang Qing, there's really no need to force it. I'm already very satisfied that you've taught them this much. I've heard of Ren Hua's skills. The Ren family's boxing is very fierce and can easily lead to injuries."

"Your Majesty, why doesn't your subject ask them first if they are willing to compete?"

Fang Zheng shouted loudly to the crowd: "Your Majesty is concerned about you and is afraid that you will be injured in actual combat. Are you still willing to compete?"

The two hundred people shouted in unison: "Thank you, Your Majesty! We are not! Afraid! Of! Injury!"

Emperor Jing nodded repeatedly, his heart stirred.

Two hundred more loyal and righteous men had suddenly appeared in Da Jing, which was truly inspiring.

"Good, good, then let's compete! Ren Hua, you choose an opponent yourself," Emperor Jing said.

Ren Hua first rubbed his stiff cheeks, then pointed to Zhao Lie and said, "Your Majesty, I will compete with him."

Zhao Lie had always been the leader here, so his strength must be the strongest.

Today, with the emperor present, it was an excellent opportunity to perform well, and he couldn't lose face no matter what.

Fang Zheng nodded: "The rest of you, disperse. Zhao Lie, come out and fight."

Ren Hua confidently walked into the arena. Seeing that Zhao Lie's forehead was slightly sweaty, he asked, "Do you need to rest for a while, so that I don't win unfairly?"

"Thank you for your concern, sir. I still have the strength, so I don't need to rest. Let's start directly."

Ren Hua smiled slightly and adopted a stance: "Very well, I use the Ren family's 'Sealing Hand Fist,' seeking straightness in curves and curves in straightness, combining fist techniques, grappling techniques, and leg techniques, known for its speed and ferocity."

"I saw your practice just now, so I won't take advantage of you."

Seeing that he was still upright, Zhao Lie appreciated him a bit more and also adopted a stance, saying, "I use the 'Three-Part Returning Yuan Qi,' which combines the power of the Heavenly Frost Fist, Wind God Leg, and Cloud Dispelling Palm into one, releasing true qi outwards. It's powerful and unmatched, so be careful."

"Pfft!" Ren Hua couldn't help but laugh. He had just calmed himself down when the other party came to mess with his mentality again.

What the hell was 'releasing true qi outwards'? All his previous moves were just random punches with no rhyme or reason!

"Fight properly. I'm not kidding you!"

"I'm not kidding either. Be very careful!"

Ren Hua nodded, his expression gradually becoming serious.

Although this guy's kung fu was nonsense, his strength was astonishing, and he definitely couldn't be underestimated.

When the two were ready, without waiting for a signal, Ren Hua attacked first!

His upper, middle, and lower body moved in unison, approaching Zhao Lie rapidly in a strange posture, while Zhao Lie stood there, neither upright nor off-balance.

Just as the two were about to make contact, Zhao Lie shouted, "Heavenly Frost Fist! ! !"

At the same time, he threw a punch towards the other party's face.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ren Hua's mouth. Although this guy's moves were all nonsense, a fist was a fist, and a palm was a palm. Saying it out loud was equivalent to giving a warning in advance.

The distance between the two was now too close to dodge. Ren Hua raised both hands to prepare to deflect the force of the punch, and his legs were also ready to strike, making it a combination of offense and defense!

"Bang!"

"Ugh ~ Crap...!"

In a flash, the exchange ended, and Ren Hua slowly knelt on the ground.

Clutching his crotch, his neck flushed red, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot, and he hoarsely said with burning anger in his eyes: "Crap... you... weren't... that... Heavenly... Frost Fist? No martial... virtue, sneak attack!"

"Ah? I messed up. Sorry, I got the three moves of the Three-Part Returning Yuan Qi mixed up..." Zhao Lie scratched his head innocently. "Um, you rest for a bit, and we'll fight again."

What the hell?

Emperor Jing and the onlookers were completely petrified.

Just now, they saw Zhao Lie shout 'Heavenly Frost Fist' and then kick Ren Hua in the crotch.

In less than a breath, the outcome was decided!

When everyone reacted, they all looked at Fang Zheng meaningfully.

You little brat... sure enough, you're not on the right path, and none of your subordinates are proper!

Ren Hua's companions looked like they had lost their parents, their faces pale.

Especially Emperor Jing, whose face was burning with shame.

All's fair in war! Now he had been fooled by a greenhorn, and he might have fallen if he had gone up himself!

What practice? All that preparation was just to set up this ambush!

Otherwise, how could Ren Hua, a trained martial artist, have been so easily defeated.

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "How do you think it is, Your Majesty?"

Emperor Jing looked disgusted: "Don't talk to me, keep watching!"

Fang Zheng was rebuffed and went to look at Li Yuanzhao, who was grinning and giving him a thumbs up: "Awesome! Old Fang!"

"Hehe! Not bad!"

Seeing the two of them conspiring together, Emperor Jing's eyes twitched violently.

Inside the martial arts arena, Ren Hua slowly stood up, clutching his crotch, panting heavily, and glaring at Zhao Lie.

Zhao Lie still looked like a little white rabbit, his expression full of apology.

To be honest, he had held back, otherwise, that kick... the thick, log-like leg could have directly burst his balls!

Ren Hua's crotch was still throbbing faintly, but he could already move a little. He stretched a bit and said coldly, "Again."

"This time I'm going to use the Wind God Leg," Zhao Lie honestly said.

"Don't talk!" Ren Hua screamed. Hearing the words 'Wind God Leg' seemed to intensify the pain in his lower body.

"Okay, if you don't like that, I'll use the Cloud Dispelling Palm."

Fist, leg, and palm, the three methods of response constantly swirled in Ren Hua's mind. Although he knew that this guy didn't follow any routines, he couldn't help but think about it.

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. Finally, unable to hold back the anger in his heart, Ren Hua roared, "Enough nonsense, die!"

With that, he kicked off the ground with one leg and shot out. Zhao Lie calmly stretched out his hand and shouted, "Cloud Dispelling Palm!"

This time Ren Hua was extremely cautious, focusing on his palm movements, and was certain!

One hand protected his crotch, and the other attacked, dodging his palm strike with his footwork, and then killing the enemy with one blow!

Seeing him approach, Zhao Lie shouted again, "Sealing Hand Fist!"

"What?!"

Hearing someone shout his family's special technique, Ren Hua couldn't help but be shocked!

In an instant, Zhao Lie used his left leg as a fulcrum, twisted his waist sharply, retracted his palm, and thrust his entire body out!

"Bang!"

"Ugh... ah!!"

Ren Hua, transformed into a graceful arc, flew out a long distance under the numb gazes of the crowd....

Many people felt a sympathetic pain.

It was too close, impossible to avoid. Zhao Lie, like a bear, hugged his head and crashed into him, shouting the name of the other party's family's secret technique.

Too damn shameless, too damn despicable, too damn base!

"Your Majesty, the victory is decided," Fang Zheng一 reminded.

Emperor Jing looked at Ren Hua, who was still twitching occasionally on the ground, and felt the muscles on his face twitching along with him, his heart in turmoil.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and he replied unnaturally, "Uh... um..."