The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long looked calmly at the burly man before him.

The servants who had just been envious of Wang Long's good fortune couldn't help but gloat upon seeing this.

"Hahaha! This old bastard is finished! Boss Zhang could break his old bones with one punch."

"That's right, a horse breeder, does he really think he can represent the Marquis's mansion in battle? I don't think he can even withstand one punch from Chief Zhang."

"One punch? You overestimate him. One finger would be enough to take him down."

The jeers and laughter were deafening.

Luo Hanyi narrowed her eyes slightly, already prepared for Wang Long's defeat.

Qin Minglan leaned against a pillar, her almond-shaped eyes fixed on Wang Long, her beautiful brows furrowed.

He couldn't help but murmur to himself.

"This old bastard... he actually dared to go for it? Interesting~"

Zhang Heng had already stood in the center of the field, arms crossed, looking down at Wang Long.

"Old man, hurry up, stop dawdling, I'm in a rush."

Wang Long clasped his hands in a gesture of respect before resorting to force.

Please enlighten me!

Zhang Heng scoffed, looked him up and down as if he were an ant.

"Old man, at your age, why aren't you waiting to die in the stable? What are you doing here making a scene?"

As he spoke, he flexed his wrist, and the bones cracked.

"With your old bones, one punch from me and you'd be done for, you might not even need a coffin."

Another burst of laughter erupted in the courtyard.

Wang Long wasn't angry; his expression didn't even change.

He simply bowed slightly, remaining humble.

"Zhang the Boss is wrong. Everyone says that martial artists must fight for what they want!"

"Since the Madam has given this old servant this opportunity, this old servant cannot let her down."

"Is this something every martial artist must fight for?"

These four words made Luo Hanyi's delicate body freeze for a moment.

She hadn't expected Wang Long to have such profound insights so soon after becoming a martial artist.

It seems I've long forgotten what a martial artist's pursuit is...

Zhang Heng scoffed, his face full of impatience.

He assumed a fighting stance, clenching his fists and bulging his muscles.

Zhang Heng grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"This punch of mine will send you to your grave."

Before he finished speaking, he pushed off the ground with both feet and charged forward like a bull, his feet pounding the ground.

The fist was thrown out, carrying a sharp gust of wind, aimed straight at Wang Long's face.

He used all his strength in that punch.

He wanted to punch this arrogant old man to pieces, and show everyone just how big the gap was between a martial artist and an ordinary person.

The fist was getting closer and closer.

A strong wind blew in, making the wrinkles on Wang Long's face fold together.

Everyone in the courtyard held their breath.

Qin Minglan subconsciously straightened up, her almond-shaped eyes wide open, staring intently at the scene.

Luo Hanyi sat up straight, feeling both worried and expectant towards Wang Long.

Just when everyone thought Wang Long was about to be blasted away by a punch.

Wang Long made a move.

He turned slightly to the side, his hand shot out instantly, spread wide, his five fingers like hooks, and precisely grabbed Zhang Heng's wrist.

Zhang Heng's fist suddenly stopped three inches away from Wang Long's face.

The strong wind stopped abruptly.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Zhang Heng's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He felt as if his wrist was being clamped by an iron clamp, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move it any further.

"you……"

Just as he was about to speak, an overwhelming force suddenly came from his wrist.

Wang Long clenched his five fingers and pulled them back, while simultaneously leaning forward and slamming his shoulder into Zhang Heng's chest.

The movements were fluid and seamless, executed in one go.

boom!

A dull thud echoed through the courtyard.

Zhang Heng's towering body flew backward, a full five or six zhang away, and crashed heavily onto the courtyard wall.

Boom!

The courtyard wall was smashed, leaving a dent, and cracks spread outwards like a spider web.

Zhang Heng was embedded in the wall, spitting out blood, his eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, their mouths agape in an "O" shape, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Qin Minglan couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

"Is this old man really that powerful? Sister-in-law, he's really hiding his true abilities!"

Luo Hanyi's gaze fell on Wang Long, her pupils contracted slightly, and a hint of shock flashed in her eyes.

Wang Long's strength has far exceeded her expectations.

"That old man...no wonder he's so confident!"

The stronger Wang Long is, the happier Luo Hanyi will be, as he can bring her greater pleasure during dual cultivation.

Help Luo Hanyi reach an even higher realm!

Luo Hanyi wanted to keep Wang Long firmly in her grasp; the Marquis's mansion's hope might lie in this stable boy!

Wang Long slowly withdrew his hand and patted off non-existent dust from his body.

He turned around, looked at Luo Hanyi, and bowed slightly.

"Madam, this old servant... has won."

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

Finally, someone in the courtyard came to their senses.

"hiss……"

Gasps of shock rose and fell.

"This...how is this possible? Boss Zhang is a first-rank martial artist! He was defeated with just one punch..."

"Am I seeing things? Isn't that old man a horse breeder?"

What move did he just use? I didn't see it at all!

The whispers grew louder and louder, becoming increasingly noisy.

Everyone's gaze towards Wang Long changed.

It was no longer contempt or disdain, but a deep-seated...reverence!

Wang Long stood in the center of the field, his back slightly hunched, his aged face expressionless.

Luo Hanyi withdrew her gaze and tapped her fingertips on the armrest again.

one more time.

Her voice regained its usual coolness, but carried a hint of excitement that she herself was unaware of.

"Wang Long wins!"

Another commotion broke out in the courtyard.

Luo Hanyi's gaze swept over everyone, finally landing on Wang Long, where it lingered for a moment.

"The duel continues."

Her voice was indifferent, as if nothing had just happened.

Wang Long won all his matches and easily made it to the finals.

Those ordinary servants, upon hearing that their opponent was Wang Long, immediately chose to forfeit.

They didn't even have the courage to go on stage.

It has been a full sixty-eight years.

For decades, Wang Long was the lowest-ranking stable boy in the Marquis's mansion, treated like a dog, and any servant dared to bully him.

The servants around him now looked at Wang Long with awe, apprehension, and, most of all, fear!

Many of the servants often bullied Wang Long, and they were afraid that Wang Long would settle scores with them later!

Most of these servants were ordinary people, but now that Wang Long is a martial artist, he has long surpassed them!

If you want to teach these people a lesson, you can find any excuse.

In an instant, many servants began to reflect on themselves, wondering when they had ever bullied Wang Long.

"Shen Yue wins!"

With Luo Hanyi announcing the end of the final semi-final match, Wang Long's opponent in the final has also been determined.

Commander of the Marquis's Guard, a mid-stage second-rank martial artist!

"Wang Long, your journey to the finals has already exceeded my expectations."

Luo Hanyi looked at Wang Long in front of her, a slight smile appearing on her lips, quite satisfied with him.

Wang Longlian said.

"It's all thanks to Madam's excellent 'nurturing'!"

Wang Long emphasized the word "cultivate".

Luo Hanyi felt somewhat annoyed upon hearing this.

"Damn it, that old dog actually dared to flirt with me!"

Moreover, it happened in front of everyone in the Marquis's residence.

However, she quickly came to terms with it, realizing that if she wanted to become stronger, she would have to rely on Wang Long.

The frequency of their interactions will also increase.

Thinking of this, Luo Hanyi murmured to herself, her lower lip pursed slightly, and she bit it.

"Wang Long, if you can defeat your opponent who is above your level and win the final championship, this lady will certainly not treat you unfairly~"