Being an emperor is not something he can do, so he can only rely on his connections.

The princess stopped panting, pinching her slender waist with both hands, and shouted to the front: "Zhou Peng, why don't you go and capture that man for me!"

At this moment, the burly Dong Dazhuang stood before them, blocking their path. He shouted with his eyes wide open, "You are not from the Marquis' Mansion at all! Don't even think about running wild here!"

Zhou Peng showed disdain on his face and said contemptuously: "You are just a small servant, and you dare to block our way? Get out of my way!" After that, he suddenly stretched out his right palm and pushed it towards Dong Dazhuang with a fierce gust of wind.

However, Dong Dazhuang was not afraid at all and took the palm strike steadily. Zhou Peng was shocked when he saw this and shouted in astonishment: "You can actually block my palm strike!"

Dong Dazhuang held his head high and chest puffed out, responding with full energy, "I've worked diligently in the Zhang family, protecting the old master and the young master for many years, so naturally I have some skills!"

Zhang Jingwei, who had been watching the battle from the back, couldn't help but cheer, "Well done, Dazhuang!"

Dong Dazhuang turned to look at his young master and shouted anxiously, "Young master, please leave quickly! I'll hold you up here!"

The princess was so angry that she stamped her feet and pointed at Zhang Jingwei and cursed, "Zhang Jingwei! You bastard, how dare you deceive my feelings!"

Jiu'er, who was standing next to the princess, also echoed: "Yes, there's mine too!"

Dong Dazhuang, who was originally confronting Zhou Peng, suddenly withdrew his hand quickly like a deflated ball after hearing this.

Zhang Jingwei asked Dong Dazhuang with a puzzled look on his face, "What are you doing? Didn't you just promise to stop them for me?"

Dong Dazhuang scratched his head and explained awkwardly, "Uh... I just thought about it carefully. After all, this is your family affair, young master. It's not easy for me, a servant, to interfere. It's better for you to handle it yourself!"

Zhou Peng sneered triumphantly, "You're a good guy, at least you have some sense!"

Dong Dazhuang glared at Zhou Peng and retorted unhappily, "I told you, this matter is for our young master to handle on his own! You are just a servant, what are you doing meddling in this?"

Zhou Peng widened his eyes and roared in anger: "House servant?! What a joke! I am a dignified fourth-rank lieutenant general! In terms of official rank, I am one level higher than the garrison general Huangfu Changshui!" His voice exploded like thunder, making the eardrums of the people around him buzz.

Dong Dazhuang remained calm and responded calmly: "Even so, so what? Don't you still have to listen to her?" After saying that, he pointed to the princess behind Zhou Peng.

Zhou Peng was speechless for a moment.

Dong Dazhuang continued, "As long as you have a master, the family affairs will naturally be handled by the masters themselves!" He crossed his arms across his chest, looking fearless.

Zhou Peng was so angry that his face turned red, veins popped out on his forehead, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Humph, what if I insist on forcing my way in?"

Dong Dazhuang raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile, and replied firmly: "You will never get through! I advise you not to waste your energy."

Zhou Peng was furious. He suddenly grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist with his right hand and said viciously: "I have been practicing swordsmanship since I was a child. I am no pushover! Today I will let you see how powerful I am!" As he said that, he was ready to draw his sword.

Seeing this, Dong Dazhuang showed no fear at all. Instead, he smiled coldly and said, "Okay, since you insist on doing so, then I will allow you to use the knife. But considering your age, I will be merciful. If you lose miserably later, don't even think about reporting to the police and complaining!"

Before he finished speaking, Zhou Peng shouted, "Watch out for the knife!" In an instant, a cold light flashed, and the long knife in Zhou Peng's hand was already unsheathed, chopping straight towards Dong Dazhuang.

Their eyes met, instantly filled with hostility. Zhou Peng drew his knife without hesitation, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Dong Dazhuang, however, showed no fear. He stared at Zhou Peng with his bare hands and a determined look.

Zhou Peng took the lead in the attack, swinging his knife at Dong Dazhuang. Dong Dazhuang dodged sideways and quickly punched Zhou Peng in the abdomen. Zhou Peng took a few steps back in pain, but he quickly regained his balance and lunged at Dong Dazhuang again.

Dong Dazhuang dodged Zhou Peng's attacks nimbly, his fists raining down on him. Although Zhou Peng was holding a knife, his attacks were easily neutralized by Dong Dazhuang. He began to feel a little powerless, and the knife in his hand became heavier and heavier.

Dong Dazhuang saw the right moment and kicked Zhou Peng's wrist, sending the knife flying. Zhou Peng, without his weapon, became even more panicked. Dong Dazhuang seized the opportunity to launch a final attack, unleashing a barrage of punches that left Zhou Peng powerless to fight back.

Finally, Zhou Peng collapsed to the ground, his face filled with pain and despair. Dong Dazhuang stood in front of him, looking at him coldly, and said, "Learning swordsmanship since childhood? That's all?"

Zhou Peng's eyes lit up and he praised loudly: "Good boy! What a beautiful boxing style!"

Dong Dazhuang on the opposite side responded arrogantly: "Hmph, your knife is too blunt!" Obviously, he did not take the weapon in Zhou Peng's hand seriously.

Suddenly, Zhou Peng saw his opponent looking down on him, and a surge of fighting spirit surged in his heart. He quickly changed his fighting style, holding the long sword tightly in both hands, holding it horizontally in front of him, and assuming a blocking stance.

However, Dong Dazhuang was not affected by Zhou Peng's change at all, and still had a look of disdain on his face. He suddenly raised his fists and rushed towards Zhou Peng like a gust of wind.

At this critical moment, Zhou Peng suddenly raised his long sword, and the swiftness of his movement caught people off guard. This sudden move instantly disrupted Dong Dazhuang's offensive footwork, causing a flaw in his originally fierce offensive.

Zhou Peng naturally would not miss this excellent opportunity. He was quick-eyed and quick-handed. He seized the opportunity and used the handle of the knife to push directly into Dong Dazhuang's face.

You know, powerful punches often rely on a stable lower body to generate power. Whether it's forward movement or waist strength, they all rely on the powerful potential energy of the lower body. Once the lower body is disrupted, the power of the punch is greatly reduced, and even exposed to numerous flaws. At this moment, Dong Dazhuang lost the stability of his lower body due to Zhou Peng's clever change of tactics, and the situation suddenly became precarious.

Dong Dazhuang felt his vision spinning as a warm liquid gushed out of his nose, splashing all over his face. He was so dizzy from the beating that it felt as if the entire world was turning upside down, and he couldn't tell east from west. His mind was a mess, like a pot of boiling porridge.

At that moment, Zhou Peng seized the opportunity, took a sudden step forward, and with a swipe of his sharp sword, he placed it firmly on Dong Dazhuang's thick neck. In an instant, the originally intense atmosphere on the field froze, and everyone held their breath, staring at this thrilling scene with wide eyes.

Zhou Peng stared at the young man in front of him who was already powerless to fight back, and said coldly: "Young man, you are still young. If you can practice hard, you may achieve something in the future!"

Although Dong Dazhuang was filled with resentment, facing the life-or-death situation, he had no choice but to admit defeat. He gritted his teeth and uttered a few words with difficulty: "This round... you win!"

Zhou Peng snorted coldly and used a little more force on the knife in his hand, pressing Dong Dazhuang's skin slightly. He continued, "Do you think you still have a chance? Let me tell you, kid, anyone who has a knife to their neck like you on the battlefield will usually die!"

Dong Dazhuang's face turned pale upon hearing this, but he still pretended to be calm and said, "The old general is indeed quite capable. It's just that I'm not as skilled as him. Now that I'm in your hands, it's up to you to decide whether to kill me or chop me up!"

Zhou Peng suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter was deafening and echoed in the air: "Hahaha, I am only here to seek justice for my young lady. I am not a bloodthirsty person. As long as you get out of the way and let us in to find the latitude and longitude, today's matter can be put to rest!"

At this moment, Zhang Jingwei, who had been hiding on the side, could no longer hold back and jumped out, shouting, "What do you want? You guys injured my brother for no reason. Shouldn't you give me an explanation first?"