These fairies want me to deal with them every day.

Just then, Wei Tu saw a figure leap up.

It was a young man holding a long spear.

He frowned as he looked at the burly man opposite him. "You think you can cause trouble in my great Shang capital?"

At this moment, the crowd erupted in cheers, as if they had seen some hope.

"It's Young Master Yang!"

"Young Master Yang! Kill this arrogant southern barbarian!"

"Kill him and His Majesty might choose you as his empress!"

The crowd cheered and erupted in cheers.

The young man on the stage, referred to as Young Master Yang, stared silently at the burly man in front of him.

The tall, fat man laughed arrogantly.

"Who goes there? State your name!"

"Yang Yuan, a member of the Yang family!"

"Never heard of it! Hahahaha!"

The burly man probably thought he was being funny, so he put his hands on his hips and laughed loudly, but the scene froze. However, Yang Yuan in front of him was aroused to a lot of anger.

"And who are you, you barbarian from the South? I, Yang, do not kill nameless nobodies!"

"Hahaha, remember this well, standing before you is Meng Hu, the third warrior of Chechi Kingdom!"

"Then prepare to die!"

As Yang Yuan drew his spear, it was as if a storm was brewing.

Wei Tu sensed an aura of cultivation.

With a single thrust of his spear, he forced Meng Hu to take a step back.

Meng Hu took a step back but showed no fear of his opponent; instead, he grinned maliciously.

"You've got something, Yang."

"Stop talking nonsense, just prepare to die!"

Ignoring the other party's expression, Yang Yuan fired again.

The moves were swift and fierce, and the intense offensive even caused a cloud of dust to rise on the stage, as if blotting out the sun, making the figures inside indistinct.

However, this does not prevent people from seeing the intensity of the situation.

Yang Yuan's shots were increasingly fierce, seemingly driving the arrogant Meng Hu into a complete retreat.

The crowd below the stage was even more outraged.

"Okay!"

"As expected of Young Master Yang! Kill him! Stab him to death with one spear!"

"Kill him! Show these southern barbarians what's what!"

But the words had barely left his mouth.

The situation on stage suddenly changed.

Yang Yuan leaped high into the air and launched a whip strike to press his advantage, but Meng Hu not only dodged it, but also used a speed he had not shown before to extend his leg and forcefully stomp on the gun in Yang Yuan's hand!

Yang Yuan looked up in slight surprise and saw Meng Hu's sneer.

"Looks like you have some skill... but it's really not good enough, kid."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Enraged, Yang Yuan let go of the gun and punched Meng Hu in the face instead.

At the same time, Meng Hu also threw a punch.

"coax!"

The two fists collided right in front of everyone.

But the person who flew out was Yang Yuan.

At the moment of impact, Yang Yuan almost felt his arm about to break; the force of the punch from his opponent caught him completely off guard.

It felt as if my internal organs were about to be shattered in an instant.

He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew off the stage into the crowd.

The crowd quickly dispersed.

They saw Yang Yuan lying on the ground, defeated by a single punch, barely able to get up, and fell silent instantly.

They couldn't believe that their highly anticipated young master Yang had been defeated so decisively...

Meng Hu on the stage was still shouting wildly.

"What Yang family, what Yang Yuan... I've never even heard of them! You dare challenge me? Dream on! Where are the real men in your Great Shang? I don't see a single one! Hahahaha!"

Hearing such arrogant words and seeing his own humiliating defeat, Yang Yuan was instantly consumed by rage. Just as he felt a sweet taste in his throat and was about to spit out a mouthful of hot blood, he felt a surge of anger.

He suddenly felt a hand press on his chest, forcing the blood he was about to vomit back down.

A warm feeling flowed through my entire body.

"Don't rush, are you feeling better?"

Warm words echoed in his ears.

Yang Yuan looked up and saw a young man with an unfamiliar face looking at him, and it seemed that... the warm feeling was coming from the other person.

He managed to open his mouth, "It's alright..."

Wei Tu nodded. "Don't rush to get up, rest a little longer."

Yang Yuan, however, looked at Meng Hu, who was still jumping around on the stage, with resentment.

"But this person... I, Yang, am not skilled enough, but I simply cannot tolerate such a shameless scoundrel running rampant in my great Shang capital..."

"You can't beat him no matter what, it has nothing to do with your skills."

Yang Yuan stared blankly at Wei Tu.

"This...this..."

"So there's no need to rush, you don't need to worry about these things."

Wei Tu said this.

But Yang Yuan seemed to have grasped at some lifeline, and simply grabbed Wei Tu's hand.

"This is the capital of the Great Shang Dynasty! These people are powerful, but also strange. Please, young hero, take action!"

Wei Tu, however, looked at Yang Yuan with a smile.

"I never said I could beat them."

Yang Yuan's eyes dimmed.

"Is that so..."

Just then, another voice sounded from the side.

"Lord Wei, please stop teasing Young Hero Yang. If it weren't for this matter, why would you have come here?"

The two turned their heads at the same time and saw Ming Xiangrong standing to one side with a smile on her face.

She wasn't carrying a sword today, but was dressed in ordinary clothes.

Wei Tu looked at her.

"Is Miss Ming very sure about what I want to do?"

Ming Xiangrong thought for a moment, "I'm not entirely sure, but I'm really looking forward to it."

"hehe."

Ming Xiangrong instructed the people around her, "Take Young Master Yang out and give him proper treatment."

"Yes!"

Before Yang Yuan was carried away, he stared intently at Meng Hu on the arena.

But Ming Xiangrong looked at Wei Tu and said, "Lord Wei, why don't you give it a try?"

Wei Tu shook his head, "You should think carefully about the consequences before taking any action."

"So Lord Wei is so hesitant and indecisive."

"I have always been this way, and I will not become reckless because of anyone."

Ming Xiangrong shook her head regretfully, "It seems that I am not pretty enough..."

"Hehe..." Wei Tu was just about to say something when

Meng Hu on the stage noticed this and shouted.

"Are you guys still fighting?! What are you talking about?! Pretending to be something you're not! You look like a woman, get out of here and stop getting in your Uncle Meng's way!"

Ming Xiangrong laughed when she heard this.

"How about this?"

Wei Tu smiled brightly.

"Then there's nothing we can do."

He turned around and walked step by step toward the ring.

The people below didn't seem to realize that the boy was walking towards the arena.

Meng Hu, however, realized what was happening and looked at the smiling boy.

"You think you can take on this with your tiny frame? Don't get smashed into mincemeat by your Master Meng! Hahahaha!"

He was still laughing when Wei Tu stepped onto the arena.

He did not pull out Shen Tu, but instead walked over calmly and steadily step by step.