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

Luo Hanyi felt her cheeks burning and was momentarily lost in thought.

The surrounding voices mocking Wang Long rose and fell; only martial artists were qualified to participate in this competition.

Luo Hanyi spoke slowly, her voice not loud, but full of authority.

The courtyard fell silent instantly.

"Wang Long, are you aware that the servant competition is a matter of life and death?"

"If we don't have time to surrender, we'll die a horrible death."

"This old servant naturally knows."

Wang Long nodded respectfully.

"As a member of the Marquis's household, this old servant also wishes to contribute to its service!"

"Did you know that among the servants of the various families participating in the competition, there are quite a few martial artists of the second or even third rank?"

Luo Hanyi intended to make Wang Long back down, since he had just become a first-grade martial artist and would only be cannon fodder if he went.

"This old servant naturally understands. This old servant only wishes to bring honor to the Marquis's mansion and share the burdens of the First Madam!"

Wang Long spoke with confidence, and those around him couldn't help but laugh.

Luo Hanyi remained silent for a moment, her fingertips lightly tapping the armrest, her heart affected by Wang Long's words.

It's a mess~

"For my sake, is it?"

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of Luo Hanyi's lips.

Wang Long understood Luo Hanyi's concerns; if he were to die in battle, she would suffer the greatest loss!

But Wang Long will not let this golden opportunity slip by!

Luo Hanyi stared at him for a long time, then stopped tapping her fingers, having already made up her mind.

Martial artists are not cultivated in a greenhouse, but forged in the crucible of the battlefield!

The difference in strength between Luo Hanyi and Wang Long is now too great, and the improvement from dual cultivation is negligible.

Only by making Wang Long stronger can Luo Hanyi continue to improve.

This servant competition is a good opportunity, and since Wang Long wants to go, Luo Hanyi has decided to give him the chance.

If Wang Long is in a deadly situation, she can concede defeat in advance to save him.

Thinking of this, she spoke slowly, her voice still cold and clear.

"You do have some guts. I grant your request! I hope you're not just boasting."

"Thank you, Madam! This old servant will certainly not let you down!"

Wang Long's unwavering gaze instantly inspired those around him.

In an instant, the courtyard became agitated.

Even a stable boy like Wang Long, who had raised horses for decades, dared to participate.

I'm at the age where I need to work hard, so I have to give it my all!

In no time, even ordinary household servants raised their hands to sign up.

"I want to participate too!"

Count me in!

All of the more than one hundred people in the Marquis's mansion enthusiastically signed up to participate!

Anyway, this is just an internal selection within the Marquis's residence, so no one will die.

If I am lucky enough to be selected, will I be able to have a romantic encounter with the First Madam?

Luo Hanyi nodded slightly upon seeing this. There were several second-rank martial artists guarding the mansion.

If Wang Long can't defeat them, he should obediently cultivate with her and not think about any other nonsense.

Of course, if Wang Long can defeat a second-grade martial artist who is of a higher level, Luo Hanyi will focus on cultivating him and use him as her long-term dual cultivation tool!

Regardless of the outcome, Luo Hanyi will not lose out!

Luo Hanyi sat upright in the main seat, her slender fingers lifting slightly.

In the next instant, more than a hundred yellowed sheets of paper flew out from her sleeve and landed precisely in the hands of each servant in the courtyard.

Those who draw the same number are opponents.

Luo Hanyi's voice was as cold as frost, carrying an unquestionable authority.

"Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the winner advances, and the loser is eliminated."

She raised her hand, a wisp of spiritual energy condensed at her fingertips, and flicked it gently.

Inside the bronze incense burner at the entrance of the main hall, a stick of incense burned without fire, and wisps of blue smoke rose up.

"Let's begin."

As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard became lively.

Everyone looked down at the numbers in their hands, searching for opponents with the same numbers.

"Battle number one begins!"

Chunlan stood beside Luo Hanyi and announced loudly.

Everyone dispersed, making way for the battle.

Zhao Hu looked at the number one in his hand, took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and walked forward.

Zhao Hu's opponent has been identified.

He was a young servant in his early twenties named Liu Er, who did odd jobs in the kitchen. He was thin and had a pair of darting eyes.

"Brother Tiger, although you are very powerful, I'm afraid I'll have to offend you!"

Before he could finish speaking, Liu Er made the first move.

He moved with agility, darting to Zhao Hu's side like a monkey, and punched Zhao Hu in the waist.

Although Zhao Hu didn't have any real martial arts skills, he had worked in the Marquis's mansion for so many years, so he was quite strong.

He sidestepped, barely dodging the punch, and slapped Liu Er across the face with his other hand.

"Snapped!"

The slap landed squarely on Liu Er's face, the sound so clear that everyone in the courtyard could hear it.

Liu Er was spun around on the spot after being slapped, then stumbled and fell to the ground unconscious.

"Zhao Hu wins the first game!"

Zhao Hu cheered excitedly, feeling that he had a chance to be one of the three chosen.

Qin Minglan leaned against a pillar, watching the two people clumsily fighting on the stage, cracking sunflower seeds loudly, her face full of disgust.

"You call this fighting? It's like children playing house."

Wang Long looked at the empty paper in his hand, smiled and shook his head.

The match continued, and Zhao Hu won all three rounds, which made him even more confident. He said proudly.

"Who's my next opponent?!"

At this moment, a burly middle-aged man squeezed out from the crowd. He was Zhang Heng, the head of the guards of the Marquis's mansion.

He was in his forties, with a muscular build, and was a first-rank martial artist, considered the number one among the servants of the Marquis's mansion.

Zhao Hu's smile froze on his face. He looked at Zhang Heng's towering figure, his throat bobbed, and he subconsciously took a half step back.

"Zhang... Boss Zhang..."

Zhang took a step forward horizontally, and the ground shook.

"Tiger, you're pretty arrogant!"

Zhao Hu's face turned deathly pale, his lips trembled, and he couldn't utter a single word.

Zhang Heng chuckled, raised his palm, as big as a palm leaf fan, and lightly patted Zhao Hu's face twice.

It wasn't a heavy blow, but the humiliation was more unbearable than a slap.

"Weren't you so arrogant just now? What, you've chickened out when you see me?"

Zhao Hu was trembling all over, and his legs were spinning.

He wanted to run, but his feet felt like they were nailed to the ground and he couldn't move them at all.

The aura emanating from Zhang Heng was so terrifying that Zhao Hu instantly lost his will to fight.

"never mind."

Zhang Heng withdrew his hand, stretched his neck, and made a cracking sound.

"I'll play along with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Heng swung his fist and smashed it towards Zhao Hu!

The moment the fist was thrown, a muffled whooshing sound came from the air.

Zhao Hu's eyes widened as he tried to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up at all.

boom!

The fist struck Zhao Hu squarely in the chest.

"puff!"

He flew out like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily against the courtyard wall, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and immediately lost consciousness.

The courtyard was deathly silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Zhao Hu, who was slumped against the wall, and then at Zhang Heng's withdrawn fist, and they all gasped in shock.

One punch.

Just one punch.

Zhao Hu, who was just moments ago swaggering around and winning three consecutive matches, was beaten like a dead dog.

This is the difference between ordinary people and martial artists, an insurmountable chasm!

Zhang Heng shook his hand, his face full of disdain.

"waste."

He turned to look at everyone in the courtyard, and wherever his gaze fell, everyone lowered their heads.

"Who else?"

Whispers filled the air.

"Zhang is indeed powerful; he took down Zhao Hu with a single punch."

"That's a martial artist, they're on a completely different level from ordinary people like us."

All eyes fell on Zhang Heng, filled with awe, envy, and resentment.

But more than anything, it's a clear-headed understanding.

Wang Long has already missed three byes.

Many of the servants were dumbfounded.

"What kind of luck does this old man have?"

"He's had three rounds of no luck; he must have used up all the luck of his ancestors for eighteen generations."

"That's right, we fought tooth and nail in several matches, and he just stood there watching the fun and advanced."

Wang Long ignored him, simply put away the bye slip, and stood there calmly.

The game continues.

Zhang Heng dominated the entire match, finishing each one with a single punch, clean and decisive.

His opponents included ordinary people and a few novice martial artists, but none of them were a match for him.

A mid-stage first-grade martial artist, he truly stood out among these servants.

A new round begins.

Luo Hanyi raised her hand and pointed, and a new piece of paper flew out and landed in Wang Long's hand.

Wang Long glanced at it.

Number One!

Zhang Heng looked down at the note in his hand and grinned.

It's number one too!

"Wow."

Zhang Heng crumpled the paper into a ball, tossed it aside, and turned to look at Wang Long.

His fleshy face was filled with contempt and disdain.

"Old man, it seems your good luck is about to run out."

Luo Hanyi gently clenched her jade-like hands, her expression cool, but inwardly she was somewhat nervous.

She stared at Wang Long, murmuring to herself.

"Wang Long, you'd better not disappoint me!"