Frontier Army Warrior

On an embroidered building farther away from the arena, two young girls were standing by the railing.

There were four maids standing behind the two of them.

"Sister Wan'er, I heard Uncle Mu say that he wants to choose a husband for you from among these people. Is that true?"

The girl named Wan'er looked about fourteen or fifteen years old.

She is fair and tender, with eyes and eyebrows that resemble those of Mu Bentao.

"My father did say that, but I don't like these guys who fight and kill all the time."

As she was speaking, she suddenly remembered something and turned to look at the girl next to her.

"Hey, Haiyun, I heard your father has promised you someone else, is that true?"

Haiyun was a girl of about thirteen or fourteen years old, with light eyebrows, a fair face and red lips.

She is very beautiful.

"Oh, don't mention it. I was originally promised to a man from Huxi Township, but later I heard that he got promoted, so I asked someone to come to my house to cancel the engagement."

Wan'er covered her mouth and laughed, "This boy is really unlucky. How could he give up such a good girl?"

Haiyun shook his head and said, "Originally, this person was broke, and my father was thinking about how to withdraw from this matter, but who would have thought that he would be taken advantage of."

"Haha, it seems my little Haiyun is also very angry."

"No, why are you so angry? I heard he's just a rough guy in the military camp."

Wan'er pointed to the arena in the distance.

"Why don't you pick one here too? Look at how energetic and fierce they are, and it's a good fight."

"Tsk, you don't like vulgar men who wield guns and sticks, so why would I admire this? I just got rid of one."

Wan'er frowned immediately.

"That's true. How could we possibly meet those handsome young men when we're hiding in such a barren and remote place?"

"What do you mean by a handsome young man? I think as long as he has talent, he's good."

"Talented men probably gather in Kyoto and other big cities."

"Ugh..."

The two little girls looked up at the sky with melancholy, longing for the place where poetry, calligraphy, music and painting gathered.

At this moment, two people were fighting each other with fists and kicks, enjoying themselves.

After watching for a while, Lin Feng felt bored.

If such fancy moves were used on the battlefield, they would be killed instantly.

The few people who followed Lin Feng also felt that the fighting was a bit fancy and lacked any real skills.

Bai Jing leaned close to Lin Feng's ear.

"In this world, would we come up with something so fancy?"

"Yeah, I find it a little strange too. I wonder what this guy Mu Bentian is up to."

Li Xiong came over and said, "Boss, the reward is very generous, shall we go?"

Hu Jincai said disdainfully: "I am a soldier with routines. I am used to the killing on the battlefield. If I go up, I will kill people. I don't want to get the reward and reveal my whereabouts for no reason."

Everyone nodded in agreement.

Lin Feng shook his head and said, "Someone has to find out the truth."

"Let Li Dong come. He used to be a escort leader and is very familiar with this routine."

Lin Qiaomei also came over and said.

Li Donglai quickly waved his hands: "No, no, I have spent more than three months practicing the boss's swordsmanship wholeheartedly. I am afraid that I will not be able to stop even if I go up."

Lin Feng looked at Li Xiong.

Li Xiong immediately shrank his neck and said, "Boss, my skills are useless."

"Qiaomei, why don't you go up and compete with them in archery?"

"Brother, this is my signboard. I'm also well-known in the martial arts world. I'm afraid I'll be recognized immediately if I go up there."

Lin Feng stroked his chin and was speechless.

Everyone looked at him, their eyes revealing a message.

The boss is the most suitable one.

Only two young men, Fan Jinsong and Xie Zhong, stood on either side of Lin Feng with expressionless faces, alert to the situation around them.

"Okay, let's wait and see the market."

Lin Feng said lightly.

At this time, a tall man was standing on the ring. He had already defeated two opponents. If he defeated one more opponent, he would get a plate of silver.

Of the two defeated opponents, one was carried away, and the other was kicked directly off the stage.

Although neither of them was in danger of death, they were both seriously injured.

They are all martial artists, and everyone can see that these two people may have to say goodbye to the world from now on.

Seeing that tall man was so fierce and brutal, no one in the audience dared to go up and seek abuse.

The man cupped his fists and shouted, "Any other heroes please come up for a moment?"

He waited for a moment, but still no one responded, so he turned around and looked at the host in the audience.

“What if no one dares to come on stage?”

The host of the arena glanced around and raised his hand to have someone light a stick of incense.

"After this stick of incense burns out, if no one responds to the challenge, the hero will receive a reward."

Someone shouted, "What if I use a knife?"

The ring host looked up at the man on the stage.

The tall man chuckled and said, "I'm afraid of killing people if I use a knife."

"It's a life of ruthless pursuit. If you dare to step onto the stage, you're not afraid of life or death."

"Good man, then come up and see what happens under the sword."

Before he finished speaking, a young man holding a long sword jumped onto the stage.

Someone handed the tall man a machete.

As soon as the two men confronted each other, they started fighting with their swords.

The young man was skilled in knife skills, but unfortunately he lacked strength and was cut off his wrist by the tall man in a short time.

He fell off the stage, covered in blood.

The ring host cheered loudly, signaled his men to remove the red cloth, and brought a plate of silver to the ring.

The people gathered in the audience could now see clearly that the plate of silver must have weighed at least one hundred taels.

It immediately caused a commotion, and a huge reward was offered.

I have never seen such a generous host.

However, just when everyone had calmed down from their shock, the host waved his hand again.

"There's still a second round. If you can pass the challenge from the champion, this reward will be..."

Someone immediately lifted the red cloth from the second plate.

Four golden ingots were neatly placed on the plate. They sparkled in the sunlight, attracting the eye.

Suddenly, the courtyard was filled with a constant buzz of discussion.

The tall man immediately turned around and bowed.

"I, Lu Changhao, am willing to pass the second level."

The ring host raised his hand and said, "Please welcome the champion."

Following the shout, a middle-aged man of medium build walked out of a house with his hands behind his back.

He walked towards the ring with steady steps.

There seems to be a sense of rhythm that draws people into it, and their hearts beat along with his pace.

Li Donglai's pupils shrank: "Master."

Lin Qiaomei also frowned and nodded.

The two of them often deal with underworld figures, so they can naturally taste the flavor of it.

The middle-aged man came to the front of the ring and stepped onto the ring step by step from the side steps.

"Do you prefer fists or knives?"

Lu Changhao licked his lips and threw the scimitar aside.

"I'm good at boxing and kicking."

He was also overwhelmed by the opponent's momentum and felt that fists and kicks were safer.

The middle-aged man nodded: "Okay, let's start."

Lu Changhao circled the opponent for half a circle, but couldn't bear the psychological pressure anymore, so he shouted and rushed forward.

The middle-aged man didn't move. He just waited until Lu Changhao's heavy punch was close to his face, then he swayed slightly, missed the punch, and rushed forward.

Her hands were still behind her back, but her shoulders were pressed against Lu Changhao's chest.

Lu Changhao was tall and strong, but he was hit by the middle-aged man. He groaned, his feet left the ground, and fell to the edge of the ring.

The crowd below the stage exclaimed, staring blankly at the middle-aged man who stood firmly on the stage like an iron stake.