I am a living immortal.

The winner was immediately apparent in this fight.

The man with his eyes closed was very strong, just as he had predicted, beyond belief. The palm strike left a palm print and a crack in his armor.

He felt a crack in his ribs, and his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

What a monster.

Shaking his arm, which was still a little sore, the commander disappeared again. This time, the two sides exchanged blows so quickly that only afterimages could be seen.

The commander's sword kept swinging, and each blow was aimed at the fatal point of the person who came. His hands did not stop, and the sword and hands kept attacking, trying to find a gap.

But the man's hands were impeccable, each strike precise and swift. To the commander, it seemed not just two hands, but dozens, hundreds of hands simultaneously attacking. These arms moved with incredible fluidity, absorbing all his attacks while also launching various counterattacks.

This is just like a master-level figure. The difference between the two in martial arts is not even a little bit.

But this Imperial Guard Commander also had his advantage: his command of combat, which he executed effortlessly. While he couldn't match the speed of his opponent's attacks, he could instinctively react to the slightest movement of his arm. This was an instinctive awareness honed through countless battles; his body reacted without needing to control it.

So, in such a fierce battle, he did not fall behind. Martial arts skills and fighting instincts.

However, although the gap was temporarily eliminated, he would undoubtedly lose in the long run.

He had heard of the Meng Family Army, but hadn't imagined it was so strong. He'd been in the imperial court for so long, and the Jianghu was truly filled with hidden dragons and crouching tigers. Such a powerful figure was actually just a member of a killer organization. It seemed His Highness's reforms were correct.

With the addition of these martial arts masters, we will be able to make up for the shortcomings on the battlefield and even influence the direction of a war.

The more you fight it, the more frightened you become.

He had been struck several times, his ribs must have been broken, and his wrists had been damaged by the intense attacks. Yet, his attacks failed to even touch the edge of his opponent's clothing.

After another collision, both of them took a few steps back.

His sword was already humming. If he continued fighting like this, it would probably break. Such terrifying strength, such a person should not be dealt with by himself. When would the Third Yamen arrive... I didn't know if I could hold on.

He glanced at Chen Meng.

Chen Meng was also being held back. The elusive assassin kept disappearing and reappearing, each time leaving little trace. If it weren't for the air currents surrounding Chen Meng, he would have struggled to keep up with the other party's movements.

The assassin was like a slippery loach, always able to find gaps in Chen Meng's airflow to attack.

But compared to himself, Chen Meng was much calmer.

Surrounded by aura, the scattered air currents were like giant pythons, circling continuously to repel the advancing assassins, and staring at the assassins holding bows and crossbows and shooting arrows at them.

The eunuchs and guards were already engaged in a fierce battle with the assassins. Fortunately, everyone on the street had already fled, so they could move freely without any worries.

Despite his experience in the martial arts world, he still lacked experience in dealing with these people. But then again, where was that old eunuch? He remembered that the Crown Prince was always accompanied by two eunuchs.

One of the young eunuchs is Chen Meng, and the other old eunuch is even stronger.

He thought the prince had someone lie dormant, but he hasn't shown up yet, so he didn't know what he had done.

Thinking of this, the commander sighed. He still had the mind to think about other things. Whether he could delay until the people from the Third Yamen arrived was also a question...

The fierce palm wind has already attacked.

He raised his knife to block, but it grazed his cheek, barely dodging it. Cracks appeared on the blade again. The two sides exchanged dozens of blows, and in that short period of time, another strange change occurred.

A figure suddenly crashed through the wall, sending several guards flying amidst a shower of stone debris. The newcomer, dressed in a coarse linen shirt, resembled, at first glance, the common coolie laborer seen at the docks. His bronzed skin was rough, the result of long exposure to the sun, and his frame was lean yet powerful. The effortless way he'd crashed through the wall was a clear sign that this man was no pushover.

A master of body training, it seems that he really spent a lot of money to invite so many people.

I don’t know if the prince has any other backup plans. If we rely on them alone, we may not be able to stop him.

The next second, the honest uninvited guest rushed towards the prince's jade sedan.

Any obstacles in the way were mercilessly knocked away, even those with swords and knives. The long sword chopped down like steel, leaving only a shallow white mark.

Instead, the man who swung the knife was knocked away, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

The man grinned and rushed forward.

The Crown Prince, seated in the Jade Sedan, seemed unconcerned about the impending danger. The Commander and Chen Meng wanted to intercept them, but their opponents would not obey their wishes.

This critical moment made the people watching hold their breath.

"What do you think...how should the Crown Prince respond?" Chen Tao stared, feeling incredibly excited, eager to record every frame. Whether the Crown Prince was dead or had some other plan, this firsthand intelligence would definitely fetch a good price.

Su Mu ate the food slowly, not even looking up. "The prince can't die. Who would put themselves in danger to gamble? If you dare to do that, even if you're not 100% sure, you're at least 99% sure."

"What do you think he has in store?"

"He himself." Su Mu gave an unexpected yet reasonable answer.

In the current situation, no one can save the prince in time, and he can only rely on himself.

When everyone heard Su Mu's words, it seemed to be true. This statement also cast a layer of mystery over the prince who had never appeared.

A few words of conversation.

The figure had already rushed to the front of the jade sedan chair, and after knocking a eunuch away, he was now very close.

"Alas!" Just as everyone wanted to see how the prince was going to save himself, a sigh came from the jade sedan chair. Although the sound was very soft, even at such a distance, everyone could hear it clearly.

Chen Tao, Old Goat, and many people watching this "performance" suddenly looked up, and everything around them seemed to have become quiet.

The one who felt it most clearly was the one who collided with the Jade Pallet. The magnificent Jade Pallet was smashed to pieces, and within the fragments was seen the mysterious Crown Prince.