Now I really have to marry the princess.

In front of the Wude Hall, the six-person group who had entered through the back door arrived one after another.

When Li Hui saw Yang Zhengdao, he leaned closer, lowered his voice, and asked in a sly tone:

"Ah Dao, I heard that the Sage granted you leave yesterday. Could it be that the Sage really intends to take you as his son-in-law?"

Yang Zhengdao has not yet responded.

But Changsun Chong overheard their conversation.

His face immediately darkened with anger, and he let out a cold snort.

Upon hearing Changsun Chong's cold snort, Li Hui immediately retorted, "Don't listen to what is improper! Minister Changsun is the head of the civil officials; do you know any manners in whispering among others like this?"

"You?!" Changsun Chong was speechless.

Prince Li Xiaogong of Hejian deliberately tarnished his own reputation to protect himself, and he had always been lenient with Li Hui, which made him lawless and fearless in the face of Changsun Chong.

"What? You don't accept it?"

Li Hui raised his chin and continued, "If you don't want to be polite, I can also consider you a descendant of a military general. If you're not satisfied, let's have a fight like families of generals, how about it?!"

At this moment, Li Hui was extremely arrogant.

He was determined to make up for the suffering he had endured facing Cheng Chubi and Yuchi Baoqi by taking revenge on Changsun Chong.

If I, Li Hui, can't beat those two idiots, Cheng Chubi and Yuchi Baoqi, do you think I can't beat you, Changsun Chong?!

Moreover, a few days ago Rumeng told him that Yang Zhengdao seemed to be planning a big move in Pingkangfang.

Having tasted success in the new tea business, he was naturally very tempted.

Therefore, this time, I must stand up for my best friend!

When Changsun Chong saw Li Hui about to take a lance from the weapon rack, he was so frightened that he took two steps back.

Seeing that Li Hui was merely putting on an act, he became enraged again and muttered under his breath, "You vulgar brute!"

It's a shame it doesn't die.

This sentence was overheard by Cheng Chubi, Yuchi Baoqi, and Shi Renji, who were walking together.

The three men's faces immediately darkened.

Changsun Chong inwardly lamented his fate, wondering why he had come to participate in the martial arts training at the Wude Hall. He thought that if things didn't work out, he could postpone his official appointment for a few more years.

Having already fallen out with Yang Zhengdao and Li Hui, he dared not offend the three of them again. He gritted his teeth and quickly bowed to apologize.

Cheng Chubi snorted coldly and glared at Changsun Chong.

Yu Chi Baoqi then spat to the side.

The youngest of the three, Shi Renji, followed suit and spat to the side, just like Yuchi Baoqi.

Yang Zhengdao observed them and thought they were incredibly immature, like a group of energetic and restless middle school students.

He couldn't help but smile knowingly.

But in Changsun Chong's eyes, Yang Zhengdao's smile was contempt, mockery, and disdain.

He felt humiliated and roared at Yang Zhengdao, "Yang Zhengdao, our ancestors were both military generals. Do you dare to fight me?"

Changsun Chong was right; the so-called powerful and influential people of Guanzhong all rose to power through military achievements.

The Changsun family originally belonged to the Baba clan and were Xianbei military nobles of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Yang Zhengdao was a descendant of Yang Zhen, the Grand Commandant of the Later Han Dynasty. Before Yang Jian replaced the Zhou Dynasty with the Sui Dynasty, Yang Zhengdao was already a Pillar of State General. His family had been veteran generals on the battlefield for generations.

Changsun Chong knew he wasn't stupid. He pondered all day yesterday and came to a conclusion.

The reason why Yang Zhengdao's archery skills were passable was because he grew up on the grasslands and spent many years mingling with the Hu people.

In this way, Yang Zhengdao would certainly not be skilled in using the horse spear.

Thinking of this, Changsun Chong smiled and walked towards the weapon rack.

Faced with Changsun Chong's provocation, Yang Zhengdao looked surprised. Was he trying to bully him?

When Yang Zhengdao saw Changsun Chong go to retrieve the spear, he was even more amused. "Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

"Changsun Chong, are you sure you want to compete with me in spear fighting?!"

When Changsun Chong saw the undisguised smugness on Yang Zhengdao's face, he felt a chill in his heart, and then anger surged to his head again.

"Bluster! Are you scared?"

Faced with Changsun Chong's antics, Yang Zhengdao decided to use him to establish his authority.

So the two men stood facing each other, each holding an unsharpened lance.

Cheng Chubi and Yuchi Baoqi stood by with their arms crossed, while Shi Renji cheered for Yang Zhengdao.

Li Hui couldn't help but remind him, "Adao, if you're no match for him, quickly admit defeat and I'll teach him a lesson. After all, he's already claimed to be from a military family!"

Upon hearing this, Changsun Chong's face turned pale and then flushed. He shouted and charged at Yang Zhengdao.

Changsun Chong's attack came in a fit of rage. He swung his lance in an arc, aiming straight for Yang Zhengdao's face.

Upon seeing this, Li Hui was startled.

He had never seen Yang Zhengdao use a horse spear before.

Although Changsun Chong's attack did not capture the essence of the horse spear, it still carried a degree of brute force.

If struck firmly, even without a sharpened blade, the spear could still break bones and tendons.

However, Yang Zhengdao found Changsun Chong's attack to be full of flaws.

It has plenty of strength but lacks agility; its stance is too grandiose, leaving the center wide open and the center of gravity leaning forward.

Yang Zhengdao only turned slightly to the side, and the lance grazed the hem of his clothes.

At the same time, he thrust his lance forward, the shaft sliding along Changsun Chong's lance shaft, and twisted it in one smooth motion.

"Click!"

A muffled thud.

Changsun Chong felt a strange force coming from the spear shaft, his tiger's mouth trembled violently, his five fingers went numb instantly, and the spear flew out of his hand, tumbling twice in the air.

"clang!"

Changsun Chong's lance had already smashed onto the bluestone slab.

Yang Zhengdao's lance swept through the air like lightning, its cold tip aimed directly at Changsun Chong's neck, finally stopping just inches from his throat.

Just one move!

The entire room fell silent.

Changsun Chong broke out in a cold sweat instantly. At that moment, he really felt that Yang Zhengdao would kill him. His legs went weak and he could hardly stand up.

Yang Zhengdao's basic horse spear fighting skills are killing techniques derived from the system, and naturally carry a layer of killing intent.

Cheng Chubi's eyes widened, Yuchi Baoqi's mouth gaped open, and Shi Renji was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the ground.

Li Hui rubbed his eyes in disbelief, then murmured unconsciously, "Adao, you've changed."

Cheng Chubi, Li Hui, and the others all believed that if Yang Zhengdao and Changsun Chong were to fight, they would be evenly matched, like two chickens pecking at each other.

The result? One move?

He disarmed Changsun Chong with a single move, then sealed his throat with a spear.

Yu Chi Baoqi nudged Cheng Huaimo with his elbow and whispered, "Can your older brother beat him?"

Cheng Huaimo's eyes narrowed, then he shook his head and said quietly, "It's hard to say! This guy probably served in the army during the Turkic era."

Coming to his senses, Shi Renji excitedly clenched his fist and shouted, "Bravo!"

Li Hui naturally wouldn't let go of this opportunity to mock Changsun Chong. He deliberately bent over backwards and laughed exaggeratedly.

After laughing, he put on a smug look and mimicked Changsun Chong's words: "Oh dear! Our ancestors were both military generals!"

When Changsun Chong heard Li Hui's blatant mockery, he was so angry that he almost bit off his back teeth.

Yang Zhengdao smiled calmly, gracefully sheathed his spear, and said, "You flatter me!"

Ugh! This is boring!

After all, I am a man who once fought Xi Junmai for three hundred rounds in front of Baojian Temple and finally lost slightly.

Before Yang Zhengdao could even feel smug, he heard Xu Shiji's cold voice from behind him.

"By order of a certain military officer: Yang Zhengdao and Changsun Chong are to be punished for their private duel by practicing archery until the evening drum sounds."