Now I really have to marry the princess.

Yang Zhengdao originally thought that Li Tai wanted to win the third match, and he was prepared to avoid victory in this match.

Who would have thought that Li Tai would propose a final match between his men, and even specified that he would compete against Aba.

Does Li Tai have masochistic tendencies?

Why are modern boxing matches divided into different weight classes? Because in boxing matches, weight and body type are extremely important determining factors.

Unless it's in a martial arts novel, how could a normal person possibly defeat an Aba who is nearly ten feet tall with their fists and feet?

Moreover, Aba wasn't the kind of sickly tall and fat man; he had been herding sheep on his own two legs since he was a child.

In addition, Aba has had plenty of food lately, and his body seems to have become even stronger.

Yang Zhengdao then looked at Li Tai with a strange expression: "Your Highness, perhaps you should reconsider? This seems rather unfair."

"It's alright!" Li Tai waved his hand dismissively. "Where is Shi Tu?"

"Yes, sir!" A fierce warrior, nearly seven feet tall and resembling a black bear, stepped forward from the guards.

This stone butcher had tiger-like eyes and a bushy beard, and a dark complexion. Although he looked rough, he was not very old, only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and still looked quite immature.

Li Tai pointed to Aba, who was still eating pastries from a plate, and asked Shi Tu, "Is it possible to win the battle?"

Shi Tu clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice booming like a bell: "I will certainly not fail in my mission."

Yang Zhengdao then had Aba squat down and whispered something to him.

Aba glanced at Yang Zhengdao with surprise, then nodded emphatically.

The competition was still held in the garden, where a circle about three zhang in diameter had been roughly drawn with lime in the open space.

The competition method was wrestling, which was most commonly played by aristocratic families in the Tang Dynasty.

The wrestling match was similar to wrestling in later times, combining strength and skill. The winner was the one who could throw, control, or push the opponent out of the ring.

Aba and Shi Tu walked into the circle, and Li Jingren, as the referee, just announced the start.

Aba then said in a muffled voice, "I admit defeat!"

Aba turned around and was about to leave the circle, but he grinned at Yang Zhengdao with a silly grin, as if to say, "Adao, praise me!"

Yang Zhengdao put his hand to his forehead, thinking that it was too much to ask Aba to try to release water.

Everyone was stunned.

Shi Tu's already dark face turned even blacker, like the bottom of a pot.

Li Tai instantly understood what was going on.

He immediately asked Aba, "Big guy, do you still want some of that pastry?"

Aba glanced hesitantly at Yang Zhengdao, and seeing that Yang Zhengdao did not object, he grinned ingratiatingly and said, "Little guy, I still want to eat."

Li Tai was amused; this was the first time someone had ever called him a short guy.

He found it amusing and continued, "As long as you give it your all in one match, you can eat as many of those jade dew dumplings as you want afterward."

"Okay!" Aba walked straight up to Li Tai and stretched out his palm, which was as big as a fan.

Li Tai paused for a moment before smiling and giving Aba a high five as a pledge.

Aba then returned to the field satisfied.

The competition restarts.

Shi Tu had already firmly planted his feet, his tiger eyes wide open, his hands clasped in front of his chest to protect him. Facing Aba, who was much taller than him, he cautiously chose to defend as his offense.

But Aba followed suit, also adopting a horse stance, eyes wide open, remaining unmoved.

Everyone chuckled again, realizing that this Aba probably didn't understand wrestling.

Left with no other option, Shi Tu had to change his strategy and take the initiative to attack.

He pushed off the ground and charged toward Aba like a black bear, his movements swift and fierce, like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey.

Aba stood there like a city wall. He didn't know any techniques, but just instinctively opened his big hands and grabbed Shi Tu's shoulders with a whooshing sound.

Although Shi Tu was burly and strong, he was exceptionally agile. He was well-versed in wrestling techniques, dodging Aba's long arms and reaching out to lock Aba's waist and abdomen with a force as heavy and fierce as iron.

"rise!"

He roared, veins bulging on his forehead, and exerted all his strength, like a tyrant trying to lift a cauldron, attempting to raise Aba.

"Good!" Li Tai couldn't help but slap his fist and cheer.

Yang Zhengdao's heart tightened, thinking to himself that this black-clad fellow was indeed formidable; no wonder Li Tai wanted to compete in the third round.

Aba felt a strange force coming from his waist, and his feet felt unsteady.

Just as he felt his feet about to leave the ground, he instinctively bent forward and wrapped his arms around Shi Tu's waist.

With a fulcrum to exert force, he pulled upwards, thus dissipating the force from Shi Tu.

If Shi Tu is a combination of fierceness and skill, then Aba is a master of simplicity, using force to overcome all methods.

Thus, the two went back and forth, but neither could gain the upper hand over the other.

Shi Tu was also secretly alarmed. He felt that if things continued like this, he would surely lose, because he was going all out, while Aba seemed to be acting on instinct and doing things casually.

But he couldn't lose. He was the descendant of a criminal, and His Highness the King of Yue had given him the opportunity to be released and return to civilian life. He had to seize it.

Moreover, judging from this young master Yang's character, he seems to be a good person. After all, he is so kind to a fool, so he must be a good person.

With this in mind, Shi Tu decided to take a gamble.

He deliberately created an opening, allowing Abba to grab his shoulders again.

Aba then slowly realized that the competition was about pushing the opponent out of the circle.

He couldn't help but swallow hard when he thought of the jade dew dumplings the short man had mentioned.

He promised the shorter man that he would give it his all in the competition.

So he roared, exerted force with both hands, and firmly controlled Shi Tu, pushing Shi Tu out of the circle with all his might.

Shi Tu braced his feet against the ground, but was pushed backward, carving two deep furrows in the mud. One of his heels was almost touching the edge of the lime line.

Just when everyone thought Shi Tu was about to be eliminated, a ruthless glint flashed in his eyes, and instead of retreating, he advanced.

Using the immense force of Aba's forward charge, Shi Tu's body inexplicably fell to the side and backward, his legs twisting like scissors towards Aba's outstretched left leg.

Shi Tu's dark face turned red with anger, and with a loud shout, he twisted his waist and back with all his might.

"Bang!"

Smoke and dust rose slightly.

Who could have imagined that Shi Tu's all-out counterattack would cause Aba's massive body to slam to the ground?

"Bravo!" Li Taigang cheered, but his smile froze on his face.

Li Jingren also sighed, quite regretfully.

Because at this moment, one of Shi Tu's feet had already slipped out of the circle.

One person fell down.

One person went out of bounds.

After a moment of silence, a cacophony of voices erupted.

Yang Zhengdao clapped his hands, knowing how difficult it was for Shi Tu to use the opponent's force against him and throw Aba to the ground.

This is like having McGrady knock Yao Ming down, or having Kobe Bryant take down Shaq.

At that moment, he longed to sweep his sleeves wide and shout, "Whose subordinate is this dark-skinned fellow?!"

Aba quickly got up from the ground, nonchalantly dusted himself off, and walked towards Li Tai.

"Short guy, I gave it my all in the competition!"

"Oh..." Li Tai was taken aback, then smiled and ordered the guards to fetch some more jade dew dumplings.

Then, he turned to Yang Zhengdao and said loudly, "Cousin, what do you think of my piece?"

Yang Zhengdao sincerely praised, "He can be described as a match for ten thousand men."

Li Tai laughed with satisfaction, then lowered his voice and said, "If my cousin can write a poem that satisfies me today, I will give him this 'enemy of ten thousand men' sergeant."