My family has been wielding knives for generations, but now it's my turn to wield a pen!

hiss!

As the man stepped off the stage, gasps of astonishment rippled through the crowd.

Then, everyone present simultaneously looked up and headed towards the arena.

On the arena, a burly man stood.

This person looked tall and imposing, and his eyes were utterly indifferent.

The man who fell off the stage coughed up blood and looked horrified.

Indeed, the knife in his hand was broken in two by this man's single blow.

"Only a third-rank strength!"

The burly man looked down at the men below the stage and said coldly, "This... dares to challenge my Northern Yu Kingdom?!"

"you……"

The man in the audience turned red with anger upon hearing this.

But when he looked down at the broken knife in his hand, he felt a pang of fear.

This man from Beiyu is definitely not weak.

At least rank 5, or even... possibly, rank 6.

With such strength, he was indeed no match for him.

Many martial artists from the surrounding area also frowned.

They originally thought that the Beiyu Academy guest was just trying to test the martial artists in their capital.

Unexpectedly, the opponent was so ruthless from the very beginning.

"Aza!"

At that moment, a calm voice rang out from the third floor: "Since these martial artists from Great Hua are so eager to begin, then... you can play along with them for a bit!"

As soon as those words were spoken, people on the street looked up at the third floor.

By the window, a man with disheveled hair was holding a wine bowl, smiling as he looked down.

"But remember, hold back a bit!"

Teng Zixiu gently swirled the wine bowl and said calmly, "It's just the beginning... don't go too far!"

"Otherwise... it'll be a bit less fun!"

"Yes, sir!"

A Qiu nodded respectfully, then turned around and swept his gaze across the crowd below: "You dogs of Da Hua, who wants to go first?!"

boom!

These words immediately caused an uproar in the crowd.

"presumptuous!"

"You barbarian from Northern Yu, you're asking for death!"

"This is the capital of the Great Hua Dynasty! How dare you act so arrogantly here!"

Anger was evident on many people's faces.

Those martial artists, in particular, gripped their weapons even tighter.

Despite their anger, very few people actually dared to step onto the stage directly.

There was nothing they could do; they had all seen what had just happened.

That Aqiu is definitely not an ordinary martial artist.

On the third floor, Teng Zixiu finished the wine in his bowl and looked down at the floor with a hint of mockery.

Just as he was about to look away, he suddenly noticed something.

"Um?"

Teng Zixiu raised her eyebrows slightly.

On one side of the street, a horse-drawn carriage was parked.

The carriage curtain was lifted slightly.

A woman inside, her face veiled, happened to glance outside.

Even with just a glance, Teng Zixiu's expression visibly shifted: "She is indeed a woman of exceptional elegance!"

Meanwhile, inside the carriage.

Li Zhiwei noticed Teng Zixiu's gaze from the third floor. Her brows furrowed slightly, and a cold glint flashed in her eyes. As she looked away, she casually lowered the curtain.

"This woman is quite interesting!"

Teng Zixiu's lips curled up.

As soon as he finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly came from below.

Teng Zixiu looked down and saw yet another martial artist from Dahua being sent flying by A Qiu's punch.

After the man fell heavily to the ground, he clutched his chest and couldn't get up for a long time.

To this, Teng Zixiu merely gave a cold laugh: "All the Chinese are useless!"

"Hehe, Brother Teng!"

At this moment, the man in blue looked at Teng Zixiu and said, "Your subordinate is a seventh-rank expert, with astonishing talent!"

"Among the younger generation, he'll probably find very few rivals!"

"Such talent is truly rare!"

"Oh, he's one of my family's retainers!"

Teng Zixiu looked down at A Qiu and said calmly, "Putting everything else aside, even if the Marquis of Zhenbei came, he might not be a match for him!"

Upon hearing this, the man in the blue shirt showed a look of astonishment.

He sensed the confidence in Teng Zixiu's words.

No wonder Teng Zixiu dared to provoke the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion so much; now it seems... there was a reason for it!

Just as the two were talking, another carriage slowly drove up from the side of the street.

"Your Highness, there are so many people!"

Outside the carriage, Zhang Xinnian's voice rang out, tinged with surprise.

"Yeah, there are quite a lot of people!"

Jiang Xiaobai lifted the curtain and glanced outside, a look of surprise flashing across his face.

The area outside Zuixianlou was almost completely packed with people.

Clearly, the news of the two countries' guests challenging Greater China has spread throughout the capital.

Otherwise, so many people wouldn't have been able to gather.

As Jiang Xiaobai pondered this, the carriage slowly came to a stop.

But as soon as he stopped, Zhang Xinnian's voice rang out, filled with anger: "Your Highness!"

"That guy in the ring, he slapped me yesterday!"

"Oh?"

Jiang Xiaobai looked up and noticed the burly man on the arena. At the same time, he also saw a martial artist from their side jump onto the arena.

This man, wielding a long spear, didn't waste any words. With a roar, he charged directly at A Qiu.

But... in no time, the burly man grabbed the spear and twisted it sharply.

Click!

The spear was torn apart, and then the burly man kicked out.

Their fighter was sent flying off the stage and crashed heavily to the ground.

"this……"

Jiang Xiaobai was shocked when he saw this.

Are these the people of Beiyu?

That's quite fierce, no wonder Zhang Xinnian couldn't beat him.

With this in mind, Jiang Xiaobai lowered the curtain and jumped off the carriage.

After seeing this, Tang Ningshuang and the Princess followed.

"Oh, Zhiwei, your sweetheart is here!"

In another carriage, Lin Qinrou noticed something and couldn't help but smile and speak.

Upon hearing this, Li Zhiwei quickly lifted the curtain and took a look.

Upon seeing Jiang Xiaobai, her eyes lit up noticeably, and she immediately got off the carriage without hesitation.

Looking at Li Zhiwei's appearance, Lin Qinrou couldn't help but smile softly and followed her downstairs.

"Young Master Jiang!"

Jiang Xiaobai was preparing to walk towards the arena.

Upon hearing the sound, I turned my head and saw Lin Qinrou and Li Zhiwei walking over.

Jiang Xiaobai was surprised at first, then smiled and nodded, saying, "Oh, you two are here too!"

"Zhiwei doesn't miss you anymore!"

Lin Qinrou smiled and said, "I guessed you might come, so... I've been waiting for you!"

"Sister Qin'er!"

Li Zhiwei blushed instantly, but as she spoke, she couldn't help but steal a glance at Jiang Xiaobai.

When she met Jiang Xiaobai's smiling gaze, her face beneath the veil burned even hotter.

Jiang Xiaobai smiled again.

"We'll talk about it later!"

Jiang Xiaobai looked back towards the arena: "Let me go up there and take care of this guy from Beiyu first!"

After saying that, Li Zhiwei's expression immediately became more serious.

Lin Qinrou also glanced at the arena.

And at this moment, at the window on the third floor.

Teng Zixiu also noticed the Jiang Xiaobai on the street.

His eyes narrowed slightly.

Then, Teng Zixiu took out a portrait from the side.

He looked down at the portrait, then at Jiang Xiaobai below.

After a moment, Teng Zixiu shook his head: "He should be Jiang Xiaobai from the Zhenbei Marquis's mansion, right?"

"Ha, after waiting so long, only a little one has arrived."

"The Marquis of Zhenbei's residence is truly disappointing!"