Eat the whole family? I emptied the storehouse of the Marquis' Mansion and married the crippled

"Wuwei is still young. With a little effort, I believe it won't take long for him to become a martial arts master."

Seeing that Ye Jintang was so optimistic about Zhou Wuwei, Xiao Mo felt a little sour in his heart. He muttered to himself that no matter how powerful Zhou Wuwei was, he could not be more powerful than him. It was simply a pipe dream for a little brat to want to snatch his wife from him.

"I didn't expect Xiao Yi to be quite capable. Others would take a break after winning five rounds in a row before continuing the next round of competition."

"Xiao Yi didn't take a break at all and went straight into the 6th round. Wasn't he too confident? He thought that there was no one stronger than him in the South Camp. He really underestimated the soldiers in the South Camp."

As expected, as Xiao Mo finished his words, Xiao Yi finally met a stronger opponent in the 6th round.

He was a black-faced man who was very good at kung fu. He must have studied Xiao Yi's fighting style before. As soon as the two faced each other on the ring, the black-faced man kept dodging Xiao Yi's attacks.

He was like a loach, making it impossible for Xiao Yi to hit him.

Then strike back when the opportunity arises.

"That black-faced man is quite smart. By exhausting Xiao Yi in this way, he may be able to turn defeat into victory."

"It's useless. All these fancy dodging in front of fists is just a waste of time."

Xiao Mo is indeed a martial arts master, and he sees things more deeply than Ye Jintang, a layman.

Soon the black-faced man who kept dodging revealed his weakness. Xiao Yi did not give him any chance to escape. He hit the black-faced man's vital points with two consecutive punches, causing him to fall to the ground and unable to run away.

After 6 games, Xiao Yi and Shi Bin were evenly matched and both won 6 games in a row.

More and more people gathered around the ring where the two of them were standing.

Xiao Mo, who was sitting on the martial arts viewing platform, looked increasingly unhappy.

If Xiao Yi wins the championship in one fell swoop, his reputation in the South Camp will rise, and more people will be willing to follow him, which is something Xiao Mo does not want to see.

Shi Bin naturally knew the consequences of this as well.

Moreover, given his current reputation in the South Camp, if he loses the competition, it will not be easy for him to gain a foothold in the South Camp in the future.

The two looked at each other across the crowd, and the subsequent competition became more and more intense.

Xiao Yi was determined to win today. He only wanted to get first place and never thought about getting second place.

Only the first place is the most eye-catching, and only the first place result will appear in front of the officers and soldiers of Nan Daying, and he will have a say in Nan Daying in the future.

The match between the two sides had reached a fever pitch by the 8th round, with only 8 people left on the ring.

The rings of seven of them were closer to Ye Jintang, while the eighth was in a far corner.

Ye Jintang had good eyesight. Although he was so far away, she recognized at a glance that the person in the corner in the distance was Zhou Wuwei.

"Look, Your Majesty, that's Wu Wei over there. He actually made it to the 8th round."

Ye Jintang stood up excitedly. Zhou Wuwei was just a teenager, younger than Ye Jintang. It was a miracle for him to be able to make it to the 8th round in the South Camp.

"I said that the space spring water is not an ordinary thing. Wuwei drank so much, his kung fu must have improved greatly."

"Jintang, what spring water did you just mention?"

"Nothing. I mean, it's so hot, Wuwei has been fighting for eight rounds in a row, will he be thirsty? I didn't see anyone come forward to give him water."

"There is tea prepared next to each ring, you can rest assured."

"That's good."

Xiao Mo looked at Zhou Wuwei from afar, and his whole body felt as if he had fallen into a jar of vinegar, emitting a sour smell.

He never expected that Zhou Wuwei, a little kid, could make it to the 8th round.

Moreover, watching him fighting with others in the ring, Xiao Mo was even a little confused.

Zhou Wuwei obviously looked a little thin and his fists didn't seem to be very powerful, but when he really fought with others, his fists were quite strong. Even men who were much stronger than him would not be able to gain any advantage when fighting him head-on.

In addition to his powerful fists, he is also extremely agile, like a dragon swimming in the ring. As long as the opponent reveals a flaw, Zhou Wuwei will immediately strike and knock the opponent down as quickly as possible.

Xiao Mo, who was far away, frowned as he watched.

Zhou Wuwei's body was much stronger than he had imagined.

Looking at Shi Bin, he had already exchanged dozens of moves with his opponent, but the winner was still undecided. However, Zhou Wuwei had successfully defeated his opponent, turned over and got off the stage, picked up a pot of tea, and drank it.

Zhou Wuwei put down the teapot and looked towards the martial arts viewing platform.

When he saw Ye Jintang was also looking at him, he couldn't help but raise the teapot and waved at Ye Jintang. A row of big white teeth were revealed on his sweaty face, and he smiled extremely happily.

Xiao Mo was in a bad mood, muttering to himself that the Zhou Wuwei he knew before was obviously more introverted and even didn't like to talk to people. Since when did Zhou Wuwei become so cheerful.

This is not a good sign. He has to find a way to get that person away from Ye Jintang.

He doesn't want his wife to be thought about by others all day long.

Looking at Xiao Yi, after entering the 8th round, he finally stopped punching one by one. The two fought back and forth on the ring for nearly a quarter of an hour before Xiao Yi barely won.

At the end of the 8th round, there were only 4 people left in the ring.

They are Zhou Wuwei, Xiao Yi, Shi Bin, and General Mu from the South Camp.

Among the four people, only General Mu is serving in the South Camp. Shi Bin used to be in the South Camp, but later followed Xiao Mo, so he is no longer considered a member of the South Camp.

As for Xiao Yi and Zhou Wuwei, they are not from the South Camp.

Such a result made Ding Xinji quite upset. The soldiers in the South Camp had to practice martial arts and exercise every day, but they could not beat Zhou Wuwei and Xiao Yi, which was somewhat embarrassing.

"Go check who Zhou Wuwei is. I think he is very good at martial arts at a young age. It would be great if we could transfer him to the South Camp."

"Yes, my subordinate will do it now."

Entering the 9th round, a draw is required to decide the candidates for the competition.

Xiao Yi, as the King of Qi, was the first to draw the lot.

He casually pulled out a bamboo stick from the stick tube, and saw the three words "Zhou Wuwei" written on it.

"Boy, why don't you admit defeat, or you won't have to take another punch from me."

From the very beginning, Xiao Yi didn't take Zhou Wuwei seriously. For him, the biggest opponent today was Shi Bin, and Zhou Wuwei was just a little kid who obviously made it to the 9th round by luck.

"Please give me more advice, King Qi."

Zhou Wuwei stood straight in front of Xiao Yi like a young poplar and saluted him with his fists clasped.

"Well, since you want to be beaten, I won't be polite."

Xiao Yi drew Zhou Wuwei, so Shi Bin's opponent was naturally General Mu.

"King Qi, please show some mercy. Zhou Wuwei has little experience in fighting and can't withstand your iron fist."

Someone in the crowd shouted.

"Yeah, Zhou Wuwei is still a greenhorn."

Once one person starts a commotion, more people will follow suit.

Even though the soldiers in the South Camp are all rough men, they also value talent. It is not easy for Zhou Wuwei to make it to the ninth round at such a young age.