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As for who Xiao Huang offended, that's no longer important.
To rescue Xiao Huang, Chu Yang has to personally make a trip to the Zhao Prince's residence.
In broad daylight, the Prince's mansion must be heavily guarded, but Chu Yang didn't care at all.
Even if he forced his way in, he could guarantee that he could come and go as he pleased.
None of the so-called experts in Prince Zhao's mansion could withstand a single blow from him.
After asking several passersby for directions and confirming the location of the Prince Zhao's residence, Chu Yang immediately set off along the bustling streets towards the heart of Yanjing City.
After passing through several alleys, the street ahead suddenly became lively.
The people, not knowing what they were looking at, crowded together, completely blocking the road.
Chu Yang clicked his tongue and suddenly understood why Thanos snapped his fingers.
He stood on tiptoe and looked at the sea of people in front of him, wondering how to get out, when he heard a scream.
A figure crashed heavily onto the open ground in front of Chu Yang, like a fish that had accidentally jumped ashore, thrashing violently and wincing in pain.
"Good heavens, what kind of acrobatics is this?"
Chu Yang looked up and saw a arena directly in front of him, with a flag standing on it, fluttering in the wind, and four large characters written on the flag.
A martial arts contest to choose a husband!
The guy lying on the ground had clearly been kicked off the ring.
It looks like he won't get better without lying down for ten days to half a month.
On the stage, the victor was surprisingly a bald monk.
"Going all out? Even the monks are here?"
"The gender imbalance is so serious now, even monks are afraid they won't be able to find wives..."
Chu Yang shook his head and sighed, never expecting that even in ancient times he would have to worry about the birth rate.
Why risk your lives in a martial arts contest to find a husband? Wouldn't it be better to just sit down at a restaurant and have a chat about life?
Confused!
Comparing martial arts skills is less important than comparing dowry.
The high monk stood on the arena and shouted arrogantly, "Who else?!"
Chu Yang clicked his tongue in amazement. This master must be a man of true character; he must enjoy smoking and drinking regularly.
After waiting for a while, and seeing that the crowd of onlookers showed no signs of dispersing, Chu Yang decided to take a detour. If he tried to force his way through, it would be no different than a tank running over the crowd.
Just then, a handsome young man in fine clothes suddenly appeared in the crowd. He took three steps in two, leaped up, stepped on the shoulders of passersby, and rushed straight to the arena, seemingly intending to participate in this martial arts contest to find a husband.
The young man's handsome face, coupled with his stylish entrance, drew everyone's attention.
Even the girl on the martial arts stage who was trying to find a husband was stunned.
A smug look flashed across the young man's eyes; he really enjoyed being the center of attention.
next second.
His feet suddenly felt heavy, as if he were being held up by a thousand-pound weight.
Her graceful figure came to an abrupt halt, and at the same time, a mocking voice rang in her ears.
"You can show off all you want, but what's with stepping on my head?"
Chu Yang gripped the young man's ankle, his face full of displeasure.
If he hadn't been quick-witted, this guy would have stepped on his head and flown into the ring.
The handsome young man was embarrassed.
He now has one foot held by Chu Yang, and the other foot is on the shoulder of an old lady who is watching the commotion.
The woman wasn't angry at all; instead, she looked up at him and smiled foolishly, her eyes filled with affection, much like a fangirl.
The handsome young man shivered, pulled his foot off the old woman, and suddenly kicked Chu Yang in the face.
As Chu Yang gripped his ankle, he raised his elbow and thrust it forward against the oncoming toe.
With the added strength, Chu Yang's elbow was no different from a battering ram. The moment the handsome young man kicked him, there was a crack, and his entire foot suddenly lost all feeling.
The excruciating pain turned the handsome young man into a pale-faced man, his breathing becoming rapid.
Chu Yang smiled and forcefully slammed him to the ground, making the pretty boy feel dizzy.
This person is extremely ruthless. Given Chu Yang's temper, he will definitely teach him a lesson.
Just as the young man was about to land, two people suddenly appeared from the crowd: one was a lama wearing a red robe, and the other was an old man with white hair.
The trumpet slashed at Chu Yang's wrist, which was gripping the pretty boy's hand, while the old man shot out several strangely shaped nails with his bare hands, aiming directly at Chu Yang's vital chest.
The two attacked the opening Chu Yang had created, trying to force him back and save the pretty boy.
"careful!"
Upon seeing Chu Yang's face, the girl on the stage recalled what had happened at the wonton stall the previous night and couldn't help but offer a reminder.
To her surprise, the young man dressed as a scholar showed no intention of backing down. Faced with the sneak attack, he still chose to smash the person in his hand to the ground!
Boom! ! !
The pretty boy spat out a mouthful of blood, nearly fainting from the pain!
What a ruthless man!
A chill ran through everyone present.
At the same time, both the cymbals and the nails struck Chu Yang's body.
This book's fate is sealed!
The thought popped into the girl's mind unconsciously.
She wasn't the only one; everyone else present shared the same thought.
However, the lama's expression changed the moment he struck Chu Yang's wrist with the cymbal.
The sensation from the cymbals made him feel as if he had struck a diamond of extremely high hardness, rather than a human body.
The impact of that strike made his entire right arm go numb.
Protected by Armament Haki, the nails that struck Chu Yang's chest fell to the ground with a clanging sound, as if they had hit a steel plate.
"Oh no, he's a master of external martial arts!"
The lama's pupils constricted sharply, and he shouted a warning to his companions.
He was about to step back when his gaze met Chu Yang's.
The coldness in Chu Yang's eyes was like a biting wind, blowing into the lama's bones and making his hair stand on end.
Chu Yang then stretched out his other hand and placed it on the cymbal, kneading it for a while.
The cymbals, made of fine steel, were like straw paper. Chu Yang forcefully crumpled them into a ball, trapping the lama's hand inside and rendering him unable to move!
The lama's eyes widened in shock, his expression as if he had seen a ghost.
He had been wandering the martial arts world for decades, and this was the first time he had ever seen someone who could turn fine steel into scrap iron with their bare hands.
The old man who was standing nearby originally wanted to help, but upon seeing this, he quickly stopped and left a long footprint on the ground.
Chapter 87. Dimensional Reduction Attack in the Martial Arts World
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“My young prince is still young and inevitably a bit mischievous. If he has offended you, I apologize on his behalf. Please forgive him.”
The lama reacted quickly, realizing that the enemy was too strong to defeat, and immediately yielded.
I was scared, but that's all.
But the lama knew very well that if anything happened to the young prince here, he and Liang Ziweng would be the first to be finished.
He clasped his hands together, but his hands looked like Doraemon's, creating a bizarre appearance that made the onlookers burst into laughter.
Young Prince?
Chu Yang glanced at the old man named Liang Ziweng beside him, then suddenly thought of something and asked, "Are you Master Lingzhi?"
The lama's face lit up with joy, and he quickly replied, "That's me!"
"The man on the ground is Wanyan Kang, the young prince of the Zhao Prince's mansion. He is the only son of Prince Zhao, Wanyan Honglie. Since you know my name, you should also know Prince Zhao."
Chu Yang smiled and nodded, saying, "So it's Prince Zhao. What a coincidence, I was just about to pay him a visit..."
Master Lingzhi and Master Liang Ziweng looked at each other and smiled, both seeing the joy in each other's eyes.
Although the young prince was injured, they brought back an extremely powerful martial arts expert on this trip. Given Prince Zhao's magnanimity, he would not only not punish them, but might even reward them.
Liang Ziweng cupped his hands and laughed, "It's truly a case of the flood washing away the Dragon King's temple. We're all family, yet we don't recognize each other. After all this time, it turns out that you also want to serve Prince Zhao and work for the Great Jin Kingdom."
Wanyan Kang, lying on the ground, breathed a sigh of relief; he had almost thought he was going to die there.