The First Lackey Under The Empress

What exactly had he comprehended from the Martial God Diagram?

Zhao Du'an only had a vague understanding.

He only remembered standing on a mountain peak, bathed in the glow of dawn, imitating the 'Taizu' Emperor's set of boxing.

During this, he imagined inhaling the morning glow, and indeed, a hazy flame seemed to emanate from his body's surface.

Accompanying this was a 'domineering' intent that arose in his mind.

Just now, witnessing his family being bullied, he guided his Qi to flow through his entire body, and that accumulated 'intent' flowed like a trickle, spreading throughout his meridians.

At this moment, as he delivered a punch, Zhao Du'an clearly felt rounds of rapid Qi cyclones frantically涌入 into his arm, converging at his fist.

On his fair and well-proportioned hand bones, a faint glow seemed to appear, but because it was too subtle, it was hidden in the sunlight and difficult to discern.

"Young Master!"

The Zhao family members in the courtyard had not expected Zhao Du'an to suddenly attack, and they subconsciously shouted, trying to dissuade him.

Even You Jinhua and Zhao Pan, who were hugging each other and sitting on the ground, changed their expressions.

The original owner of this body, although possessing the realm of 'Low-Grade Mortal Physique,' his actual martial strength was truly worrisome.

Especially in the past year, even if he hadn't been indulging in wine and women, he had been dissolute and his character had long been eroded by the extravagant lifestyle.

This was in stark contrast to Zhang Changji, who had the aura of a martial artist and soldier, and looked like someone not to be trifled with at first glance.

"Are you courting death?"

Zhang Changji had exchanged blows with Zhao Du'an before and knew the true extent of this guy's abilities.

Not to mention the difference in their martial skills, even in terms of realm, he firmly suppressed the other party.

Now, seeing Zhao Du'an dare to throw a punch, he couldn't help but become bolder, and the muscles all over his body rippled like water, causing his clothes to flutter.

Zhang Changji stepped forward with his foot, and the bluestone tile under his foot cracked with a 'crack' sound, and the muscles in his leg bulged, stretching his trouser leg.

His right hand clenched into a fist, and he struck out like lightning!

With all his strength!

A violent madness surged in Zhang Changji's eyes, confident that this punch could cripple the other party.

However, when the two fists collided, the expected scene did not occur.

Zhang Changji only felt a stinging pain in his hand bones, and then he discovered in horror that all of his strength had been neutralized, and even more, a force like a destructive storm poured into his arm.

"Pa!"

In the slight cracking sound, his sleeves shattered, the skin on his arm cracked, and fine blood beads oozed from his pores, and his fist was also a bloody mess.

A scream of pain was still stuck in his throat when Zhang Changji only saw Zhao Du'an lunge forward, his shoulders slumping, knocking him off his feet.

Martial artists fear being in the air the most, once they lose their leverage, they are like human-shaped sandbags.

Zhao Du'an's right hand turned into a claw, tightly gripping the latter's throat.

"Deng deng deng," his feet ran forward, and with each step, a footprint was imprinted on the ground.

"He he..."

Zhang Changji's eyes bulged, his face flushed red, and his whole person was dragged back several feet, slamming heavily into a water tank.

"Bang!"

The large tank shattered, water splashed everywhere, Zhang Changji's eyes went black, and he was thrown face-up on the ground, blood and clear water mixed together, spreading in all directions.

Silence!

A dead silence!

The two exchanged blows extremely quickly, and in the eyes of the surrounding people, it was only a blink of an eye before the victor was decided.

Crushing!

Without any suspense!

The shouts of persuasion from the servants and maids stopped abruptly, and then they let out instinctive exclamations.

Those injured lackeys had just climbed up when they saw in horror that their young master had been instantly killed, and each of them was terrified.

You Jinhua and Zhao Pan were also stunned, their eyes filled with astonishment and confusion.

How could Zhao Family's eldest son, who had long abandoned martial arts and had mediocre talent, be so powerful?

Could it be that this soldier was too weak?

Just bluffing?

They couldn't understand.

"Cough... cough cough..."

Zhang Changji coughed violently, the horror in his heart was the strongest, completely unaware of how he had lost.

He tried to struggle to get up, but only felt the Qi in his body was disordered, and his muscles and bones were in severe pain, and it was clear that his internal organs had been injured.

"Peng." Zhao Du'an stepped on his chest, stepping the latter back down, and said calmly:

"Just lie down if you're injured, don't move around, you need to rest."

Zhang Changji's anger surged, struggling several times, but all to no avail, he could only stare at him with his eyes wide open:

"You used dirty tricks!"

He would never admit that he had been defeated by Zhao Du'an, and subconsciously believed that the other party had used underhanded tactics.

Zhao Du'an's eyes were filled with pity, he looked down at him, and with a slight force on the tip of his toe, the latter immediately cried out in pain.

"What did you say? I didn't hear you clearly."

Zhao Du'an said coldly, "Say it again."

Zhang Changji gritted his teeth in pain:

"If you dare to hurt me, my elder brother and uncle will not let you go!"

The elder brother's uncle of the Zhang family brothers is the current Vice Minister of the Ministry of War, roughly corresponding to the "Director" level of the world Zhao Du'an was familiar with.

This was also the reason why he dared to make trouble for Zhao Du'an.

Another child of a powerful family... Zhao Du'an sighed in his heart.

In his previous life, he came from a humble background, and he was lucky enough to have been favored by a big shot who was sent down to the grassroots level for training, so he could barely get a glimpse of the upper echelons.

But even then, people like the Zhang family brothers were beyond his reach.

I suffered your anger before crossing over, and I still suffer your anger after crossing over, then wouldn't I have crossed over for nothing?

Zhao Du'an's face was expressionless, and he moved his foot away from the latter's chest.

Zhang Changji breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the Zhao fellow was afraid.

That's right, how could a gigolo who had lost the Holy One's favor dare to be rude to him?

However, the next second, his face changed.

He saw Zhao Du'an stepping on his palm, stepping down heavily:

"Don't you like to exchange fists? I want to see how hard your fist is."

Crack!

The crisp sound of bone cracking echoed in the small courtyard, and in the stunned gaze of everyone, sweat dripped from Zhang Changji's forehead, his face was pale, and he let out a pig-killing scream.

His hand was crippled.

"You... you dare..."

Zhang Changji's eyes were red, unable to believe that this disfavored dog dared to bite people.

The next second, he saw Zhao Du'an bend down and squat beside him.

With a gentle expression, he took out a silver, palm-sized exquisite waist牌 from his arms.

His fingers hooked the lanyard, and the silver card hovered slowly on the bridge of Zhang Changji's nose.

On it, the four characters "Royal Offering" were clearly visible.

Every character was like a nail, hammered fiercely into his brow!

Zhang Changji's expression suddenly froze, his eyes revealing disbelief.

Of course he knew what this was.

The Royal Offering, passed down since the founding of the country six hundred years ago, is an organization of experts in the inner court who only serve the Emperor alone, and the number of people is small.

It is said that they cultivate the imperial family's inheritance, and the screening conditions are extremely harsh, and it is even more difficult for non-eunuchs.

Zhang Changji had also tried to find his uncle's relationship, fantasizing about becoming an Offering.

It's not all about coveting the inheritance, in fact, the Offering itself is not an "official" and does not have any real power.

But the powerful still tirelessly seek to allow their children to enter it.

Only because the Royal Offering is the Emperor's personal guard, representing the Emperor's great trust.

But the uncle only shook his head, telling him to give up this idea.

But now, the identity that he had dreamed of but could not get, Zhao Du'an had already joined it.

"You... how could you..."

Zhang Changji's evil fire attacked his heart, and his whole body turned cold.

Finally realizing that the elder brother's judgment may have been wrong.

Terribly wrong.

Zhao Du'an smiled and slapped his face with the silver waist card, his voice was very low, just right to enter his ears:

"You can try to go back and complain, and see if the weight of this card is enough to offset your hand."

"By the way, I also unfortunately broke through a small realm and am now Middle Grade."

"Seeing you looking stupid and your mind not working well, you rushed over, it seems you don't know that His Majesty chose to protect me, by the way, your elder brother has been grounded at home for impeaching me."

"So..."

Zhao Du'an sighed softly, put away the waist card, his voice was calm and indifferent:

"What do you have to fight me with?"

"Pfft!"

At this moment, Zhang Changji was so angry that he attacked his heart, his eyes went black, and he fainted alive.