Ten years of dormancy: Starting as a martial arts master at the pinnacle

Li Changsheng used his flying knife formation to successfully subdue Mad Dog Taoist.

In the end, he chose to show mercy.

This choice was for his own sake, since he would be in charge of the Grand Canal Gang in the future. If he were to completely break ties with the Crown Prince's faction, he would have Li Changqing protecting him, so nothing unexpected would happen.

The situation is different for the canal gangs.

In the future, that will all be their own family business; who wouldn't feel sorry for it?

On the other hand, it was also for Li Changqing's sake.

As long as no one dies, the standoff between the Crown Prince's residence and the Prince of Qin's residence is within a controllable range.

Once someone dies, the situation changes.

Especially since Li Changsheng could still show mercy, but he deliberately didn't...

The subsequent matches will inevitably enter an uncontrollable phase.

"My nephew's luck is so good that even I, as his uncle, am very envious."

A future master of the carefree life may achieve even greater things.

Even though he was the crown prince, if he wanted to recruit such a person, he could only do so by exchanging benefits.

They were almost equals to each other.

In equal interactions, there is naturally no room for loyalty.

It was precisely for this reason that the Crown Prince harbored a deep resentment towards the three Great Freedom Realm secret guards under the King of Qin.

In this respect, he was already at a disadvantage compared to the King of Qin.

Nowadays, even the son that the King of Qin just found seems to be one step ahead of him in this respect.

The relationship between Li Changsheng and Li Changqing was much closer than that between the Prince of Qin and his three secret guards.

"Du Boren!"

Thinking of this, the prince immediately called out their side's second Grandmaster to participate in the competition.

This is also a world-renowned grandmaster.

When he stepped onto the stage, people from all three teams gasped in surprise.

As expected of the Crown Prince?

The grandmasters he recruited were all renowned masters in the martial arts world.

Facing this opponent, Li Changsheng dared not be careless in the slightest.

He didn't put away any of the throwing knives he had already drawn, waiting for his opponent to take the stage.

As soon as Du Boren finished greeting him, Li Changsheng reached out and shot out a total of nine throwing knives.

"A formation of flying knives, the Yellow River's winding course buries wandering souls!"

Faced with nine flying knives rushing towards him, Du Boren took out a wooden shield.

He raised his shield forward, attempting to block the throwing knife.

Once these throwing knives are embedded in the wooden shield, they will no longer be able to obey Li Changsheng's summons.

Without the help of throwing knives, Li Changsheng was ultimately just an ordinary Grandmaster martial artist.

Even his background isn't particularly strong.

Du Boren was confident that he could defeat the opponent who was giving him so much trouble under those circumstances.

Just as he was about to succeed, a faint light suddenly emanated from the throwing knife.

A profound meaning, transcending mere internal energy, was imbued into these flying knives.

"puff!!"

The throwing knife, imbued with the true essence of martial arts, did not stop after it struck the wooden shield.

Instead, it continues to move forward, ever onward.

Du Boren, holding his shield, kept retreating.

At first it was one, then two...

In the end, all seven throwing knives struck the wooden shield.

Just as he was about to stop the nine flying knives, Du Boren showed no joy whatsoever.

The throwing knives in Li Changsheng's hand were not just the nine he saw; there were seventy-two more, lurking menacingly around him.

At this point, Du Boren's strength had already reached the peak of the Grandmaster level.

But he still felt that even just blocking those nine flying knives was enough for him to give it his all.

Not to mention the many more throwing knives.

Am I going to lose?

Sensing this, especially seeing the Crown Prince's cold gaze, Du Boren knew that if he couldn't demonstrate his strength at this moment...

Then what awaits him next is the brutal elimination.

The prince wants a good sword, and he wants experts at the Great Freedom Realm to join him; it certainly won't be that easy.

Otherwise, His Highness the Crown Prince would only have two or three Great Free Spirits at his disposal.

In this respect, he has never been as good as the Prince of Qin's mansion.

But what about Grandmasters, or even experts at the Free and Unfettered Realm?

It's not uncommon for them to be under the Crown Prince's command.

Once they are no longer of use, His Highness the Crown Prince will not hesitate to abandon them.

The quota for the Great Zhou Armory is there, not to mention the other benefits the Crown Prince can promise.

With such generous conditions, even Grandmasters and those at the Free and Unfettered Realm are nothing more than leeks to His Highness the Crown Prince.

The key question is how many people he can afford to support and how many places he can provide.

If these two conditions are met, he could have as many of these kinds of experts as he wanted.

Du Boren wanted to buy time, even if he couldn't win.

It's better for him to drag things out a little longer and waste more of Li Changsheng's true energy.

Holding a shield, he tried to escape, using his light-footed skills to delay.

Just as Du Boren was thinking this, the 8th and 9th throwing knives both struck his shield.

Du Boren suddenly felt the pressure increase.

Sensing the danger, he quickly discarded the wooden shield. Then, under the impact of the flying knife's true energy, the shield shattered into pieces.

"Snapped!"

As the shield shattered, the remaining nine throwing knives also flew after Du Boren.

It wasn't that he didn't want to continue the entanglement, but when the throwing knife was pressed against his throat, Du Boren couldn't move an inch.

"Another one, this one's clever. Next up!"

Li Changqing smiled and reached out his hand, as if he were sending something dirty away.

Crown Prince Li Yuanqian's face grew increasingly gloomy.

The current situation has clearly crossed the Crown Prince's bottom line to some extent.

"Useless, Meng Jian!"

Then the third Grandmaster took the stage, but his performance against Li Changsheng's flying knife formation was not as good as the first two.

Meng Jian was quickly surrounded by nine flying knives and had no choice but to admit defeat.

The soldiers under the command of the Prince of Qin's mansion had their eyes shining brightly after seeing this scene.

"As expected of our young prince's sworn brother, he took on three opponents single-handedly!"

"The opponents are all grandmasters who have been famous for many years. Only our young prince's elder brother could do this."

After Li Changsheng defeated three opponents single-handedly, Crown Prince Li Yuanqian's face turned somewhat like a pig's liver.

He angrily shouted out the name of the fourth person.

As soon as the man entered the arena, he saw Li Changsheng manipulating nine throwing knives, chasing after him.

He touched the ground with his toes and retreated rapidly.

"He's a master of light-footed martial arts!"

"Shameless! They obviously know Li Changsheng can't hold out for long and are trying to delay him."

Once Li Changsheng's internal energy is completely depleted, his flying knife formation will be unusable.

Even his own strength will be greatly affected.

"The eighteen Arhats meet, and they enjoy eternal bliss!"

From nine throwing knives, Li Changsheng increased the number to eighteen, manipulating them to block the fleeing martial artists from all directions.

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