After traveling through time, I was spotted by the new emperor

Yao Guangzhi asked Ye Wuwei: "What can you do?"

Ye Wuwei thought about it: I don’t know what effect the fighting skills I practiced would have when they meet the kung fu of the ancients?

"How about we compete in close combat?"

"How to compare?"

"Two people fight one-on-one without weapons. They can use punches, palms, chops, kicks, or kicks. The one who is knocked down loses."

Yao Guangzhi looked at Ye Wuwei, "Are you sure you want to compete with me in this?"

Ye Wuwei knew that Yao Guangzhi's words had no malicious intent.

Yao Guangzhi is nearly 1.9 meters tall, tall and strong. Even through his shirt, one can feel his strong muscles.

Although Ye Wuwei is considered tall among men, he is a little "thin and weak" compared to Yao Guangzhi.

Ye Wuwei smiled and said, "Just compare this."

As he spoke, Ye Wuwei had already taken off the mink coat he was wearing and threw it on a chair beside him.

What he wore under the cloak was not the long robe worn by the nobles of the Qi Dynasty, but a cotton "sweatshirt and sweatpants" that he had someone sew for him in Anping County for his convenience.

Ye Wuwei stretched his arms and legs, did a few stretching exercises, then walked to Yao Guangzhi and said, "Please."

Yao Guangzhi did not give in either, and used 90% of his strength in the first punch he threw at Ye Wuwei.

Ye Wuwei quickly moved his body to the side, moved to Yao Guangzhi's side, twisted Yao Guangzhi's right arm with both hands, and with a "click" sound, he removed one of Yao Guangzhi's arms.

Even though Yao Guangzhi was a tough guy, he still cried out in pain from the sudden pain.

The pain was bearable, but the arm that had been removed was so weak that I couldn't use it.

Yao Guangzhi refused to admit defeat and punched Ye Wuwei with his left hand.

Ye Wuwei took advantage of Yao Guangzhi's imbalance, dodged quickly, and stretched out his toes to touch the back of Yao Guangzhi's knee. Yao Guangzhi's legs went soft and he knelt on the ground with one foot.

With just two moves, Ye Wuwei beat Yao Guangzhi so badly that he had no chance to fight back.

Yao Guangzhi was not angry, he just said: "I give up."

Ye Wuwei reached out and helped Yao Guangzhi stand up, and restored Yao Guangzhi's arm.

"What kind of trick is this?"

“I researched it myself.

I have no internal strength and I don't know how to use a sword, so I can only win by accuracy, speed and cleverness.

If we fight head-on, I won't be able to defeat you."

Ye Wuwei uses a fighting style known for its high efficiency. It absorbs the essence and elements of famous boxing and martial arts from various countries, such as Wing Chun, Jeet Kune Do, Karate, Ju-Jitsu, and Sambo.

The purpose of this fighting technique is to knock down the opponent in the shortest time possible and kill or maim the opponent.

Because Yao Guangzhi was one of his own, Ye Wuwei only removed his arm and made him kneel down.

If the opponent was an enemy, Ye Wuwei's kick would not be to the back of the knee, but to the knee.

Yao Guangzhi didn't just kneel down because his legs were weak, but his entire kneecap was shattered.

Yao Guangzhi was not a brainless man. He knew that Ye Wuwei said this to save his face.

"Deputy Commander Ye, if you lose, you lose. I surrender to you."

This is an acknowledgement of Ye Wuwei's identity as deputy captain.

After Yao Guangzhi retreated, more than a dozen people came out to challenge Ye Wuwei. Without exception, they were subdued by Ye Wuwei in just a few moves.

Now, everyone watching knew that the "moves" used by Ye Wuwei were not just fancy moves, but could really defeat the enemy.

Qi Wushuang and Chu Fuchi watched carefully from the side.

Chu Fuchi asked, "Wushuang, have you noticed that Ye Wuwei doesn't have a fixed set of moves?"

"Yes, it's purely improvisation, but it can't be done without great skill.

Moreover, not a single move is useless; every move is effective. If the opponent is an enemy, he will probably be killed or injured."

"Well, if he had used a little more force in that move just now, he would have broken his opponent's neck. He was holding back."

Qi Wushuang thought in his heart: I don’t know who will win or lose between him and Ye Wuwei?

Seeing that no one came forward to challenge, Ye Wuwei said:

"Although I have the advantage in close combat, if we are on the battlefield, I don't know how to use swords and spears, and I will still be inferior to everyone else in killing the enemy."

Qi Wushuang gestured to Chu Fuchi, who stood up and said:

"Deputy Commandant Ye's specialty is forging weapons. The iron weapons he forged have greatly improved the army's combat effectiveness and can even save the lives of soldiers in critical moments.

Deputy Commandant Ye’s special skills are unique to the army and no one else has them. This is how he got his position as Deputy Commandant.

As for Deputy Commandant Ye's expertise in close combat, it's just icing on the cake, so don't take it to heart."

Chu Fuchi's words were soft but firm, forcing the listeners to accept them even if they were unwilling to do so.

You are soldiers who have fought in battles for many years, but you can't even beat Ye Wuwei. Do you still have the nerve to refuse to accept this?

If you don’t agree, you can also make some iron!

After Chu Fuchi finished speaking, Qi Wushuang stood up and said, "Today's competition ends here."

Qi Wushuang passed by Ye Wuwei and said, "Come with me."

Ye Wuwei picked up the mink cloak and followed Qi Wushuang.

Chu Fuchi, Qi Cheng and Qi Wu also left together.

Several people came to a main hall and sat down.

Qi Wushuang looked at Ye Wuwei again:

"You've been quite good these past two years. Wrought iron is crucial to improving the quality of weapons. What are your plans next?"

Ye Wuwei relaxed his body and leaned back in his chair:

"Since I have surrendered to the prince, I would like to hear his plan before deciding what to do next."

"How much do you know about Qi Chao's situation?"

"Yu Shen told me some basic information, but there are some questions that need to be confirmed with the prince."

Qi Wushuang thought to himself: You call me Yu Shen quite naturally, it seems that we have a good relationship.

"What do you want to ask?"

"Are there two major factions in the Qi Dynasty now?

The Emperor, the Zhuang clan of Ledu, and the Yuwen clan of Fengdu are one alliance, while the Prince and the Chu clan of Yingdu are another.”

"Yes".

"If the two camps were to clash head-on, what are the chances of victory, Your Highness?"

“It used to be four and six, our side had four and the other side had six.

But with the iron weapons, our chances of winning are at least 50%.

But I don’t want a head-on confrontation.”

"Understand that war is the root of all evil. When the nest is overturned, no one will be left unharmed. Women, children, orphans, and the elderly are treated like grass."

Qi Wushuang didn't expect Ye Wuwei to say such a thing. He looked at Ye Wuwei deeply and said, "I'm glad you understand."

Ye Wuwei thought for a moment and asked again, "What is the biggest difficulty facing the prince right now?"

"I'm short of money."

Are you short of money?

"Isn't it said that Andu is rich?"

Chu Fuchi added: "Yingdu is poor."

Ye Wuwei understood: Qi Wushuang had to maintain not only his 50,000 private army, but also General Chu's army.

"What are the prince's main sources of income at present?"

"The main source of income is taxes from Andu and Yingdu. Although the wrought iron weapons can bring in income, I don't want to export them now."

Ye Wuwei understood what Qi Wushuang meant: the iron weapon was Qi Wushuang's secret bonus to defeat his opponents.