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"Wow! Brother is amazing!"

"Hit him...hit him!"

"Haha, my brother knocked that guy down with one punch!"

"Wow! Brother is the best in the world!"

......

Zhou Ruo wriggled on An Chang's shoulder like a little sparrow that had just let loose.

An Chang couldn't take it anymore. "Hey, hey, hey! Ruoruo, take it easy! Take it easy..."

"I'm sorry, Brother Anchang, I was just too excited! I've never seen you so amazing before!"

"So my brother really wasn't lying to me!"

"Brother Anchang, you also think my brother is amazing, right? Then you're just like me..."

Zhou Ruo began to sway on An Chang's shoulder again.

Zhou Ruo couldn't calm down at all, and three long black lines hung down An Chang's head.

He glanced at the audience around the arena; the reactions of those young ladies from noble families were even more intense than Zhou Ruo's.

An Chang cursed Zhao Jinzhong in his heart: "Zhao Jinzhong, what damn charm you have!"

Those who go on stage to spar with Zhao Jinzhong will never demonstrate more than three moves of martial arts skills.

Ten people in a row were knocked off the stage by Zhao Jinzhong with just a few punches and kicks.

Luo Changsong, the young master of the Xuanji Marquis's Mansion, originally only wanted to join in the fun, so that others wouldn't say that the Xuanji Marquis's Mansion had no male heirs.

But after seeing Zhao Jinzhong's skills, he regretted it.

He shouldn't have come to the competition, because there would be something even more embarrassing than not registering at all.

When it was Luo Changsong's turn to play, his legs were already giving way.

The Ministry of War's deployment urged him to go on stage, but he couldn't get up even if he wanted to. In the end, he was forcefully pushed onto the stage by his companions.

Once Luo Changsong stepped onto the stage, he couldn't move his feet at all.

Zhao Jinzhong waited for him for a while, and seeing that he didn't move, he took the initiative to remind him, "Young master, please!"

Luo Changsong gritted his teeth and exerted all his strength, kneeling directly on the table.

The audience burst into laughter.

"Who are these people? They have no guts to even participate in the competition?"

"I think if he can go on stage and stand opposite Zhao Jinzhong for a while, his trip will be worthwhile!"

"Hahaha! You have such a sharp tongue!"

......

The audience below the stage were filled with disparaging remarks about Luo Changsong.

In the end, Luo Changsong was carried off by his companions, and it's estimated that he will never dare to participate in a martial arts competition again in his life.

The third round of the competition was half the length of the first two rounds, and the number of spectators was one-third more than before.

The Crown Prince, watching from upstairs as all the young ladies cheered for Zhao Jinzhong, curiously asked the Seventh Princess,

"Is this the young general who has been paralyzed for two years?"

The seventh princess replied, "That's right."

The Crown Prince: "He is indeed in high spirits, living up to his reputation. It's just unexpected that so many girls are infatuated with him."

The Seventh Princess playfully joked with the Crown Prince, "Brother, there are many things you wouldn't expect."

Crown Prince: "What do you mean by that?"

Seventh Princess: "Jinzhong is not only highly skilled in martial arts, but his literary talent is also unmatched by ordinary people."

He will surely become the first general in our Great Qing Dynasty to be both a skilled military and a civil official.

The Crown Prince was surprised; he hadn't expected the Seventh Princess to have such a high opinion of Zhao Jinzhong.

"Does my sister mean that I should try to win over Zhao Jinzhong?"

The Seventh Princess smiled, revealing two shallow dimples. "Royal brother, we've come to watch the competition and choose a martial arts partner for you."

The Crown Prince looked at Zhao Jinzhong on the platform and said, "Now that you mention it, I'm starting to get a little interested in him."

Liu Zhengxuan watched Zhao Jinzhong's performance on stage from the restaurant.

The two servants beside him were discussing Zhao Jinzhong.

Servant A: "I don't think he's a match for our young master."

Servant B: "It's hard to say. No one who has fought him has been able to defeat him in three moves. Last year, our young master needed four or five moves to take someone down."

Servant A: "Hey! Why are you boosting others' morale while belittling your own? I think all the young masters participating this year are too weak!"

The servant boy wanted to argue further, but when he saw the sinister look in Liu Zhengxuan's eyes as he looked at Zhao Jinzhong, he immediately changed his tune.

"That's right, that's right. It must be because those people are too weak. If our young master were to take action, he could probably defeat them in one move."

......

Liu Zhengxuan scoffed, "Hmph! You're so arrogant after being paralyzed for two years? I wouldn't mind making you paralyzed again!"

The competition quickly reached its most exciting moment – ​​the final.

A total of ten people participated in this final.

An Chang was paired with Liu Zhengxuan, Zhao Jinzhong with Wang Yucong, and the rest were paired up in pairs.

An Chang lost to Liu Zhengxuan, and Zhao Jinzhong won against Wang Yucong.

Then, An Chang and Wang Yucong tied again.

The other six men were no match for An Chang and Wang Yucong.

Finally, it was the ultimate showdown between Liu Zhengxuan and Zhao Jinzhong.

The young ladies from prominent families in the audience went wild again.

"Ahhh! Zhao Jinzhong is the best in the world!"

"Zhao Jinzhong, you absolutely must win!"

"Zhao Jinzhong! Zhao Jinzhong! Zhao Jinzhong!"

Suddenly, the voices rose in unison, and everyone chanted Zhao Jinzhong's name to cheer him on.

Several young ladies even secretly wiped away tears, vowing in their hearts, "Zhao Jinzhong, I want to marry you!"

As soon as the starting command was given, Liu Zhengxuan launched an attack on Zhao Jinzhong.

After Zhao Jinzhong let Liu Zhengxuan have three moves, Liu Zhengxuan became displeased and shouted, "Zhao Jinzhong, make your move!"

"Very well! You flatter me, Young Master Liu!"

Zhao Jinzhong moved with lightning speed, delivering three punches that caught Liu Zhengxuan off guard, each striking a vital point.

After ten moves, Zhao Jinzhong had Liu Zhengxuan lying face down on the table, unable to move.

But Liu Zhengxuan looked unconvinced.

"Impossible! I've won two consecutive terms, and if I win three, I can get a direct position in the Ministry of War! I can't lose!"

The crowd cheered for Zhao Jinzhong, shouting, "Zhao Jinzhong won!"

Just when Zhao Jinzhong thought the match was over, Liu Zhengxuan suddenly "came back to life".

He pulled out a long dagger and stabbed it into Zhao Jinzhong's leg.

Zhou Ruo, who was in the audience, was the first to see this. She shouted loudly to Zhao Jinzhong, "Brother, be careful!"

Meanwhile, before anyone could react, Liu Zhengxuan approached Zhao Jinzhong step by step.

"Zhao Jinzhong, go to hell! Even if you don't die, I'll make you paralyzed again!"

With his back to Liu Zhengxuan, Zhao Jinzhong's ears twitched slightly. When Liu Zhengxuan was only a foot away from him, he turned to the side.

He knocked Liu Zhengxuan to the ground.

Zhao Jinzhong exerted force, and Liu Zhengxuan's dagger fell to the ground.

With another burst of force, he broke an arm.

Liu Zhengxuan was still unwilling to give up. Despite the extreme pain, he continued to attack Zhao Jinzhong's leg.

Zhao Jinzhong had no choice but to step on his knee, and with a forceful movement, one of his leg bones shattered.

The audience was stunned, and the entire arena fell silent for a while.

After the crowd realized what had happened, they exclaimed in astonishment, "My God! Is Liu Zhengxuan trying to kill someone?"

"Didn't we say that if we were to use weapons, we had to report it from the beginning? Why did he suddenly pull out a dagger at the very end?"

"Isn't this just plain sore loser, willing to die for Zhao?"

"This person is far too vicious; the Ministry of War must punish him severely!"

"What's the point of severe punishment? Didn't Zhao Jinzhong already give him his own punishment? His hands and feet were broken this time."