I am a living immortal.

Autumn arrived unexpectedly, and the harvest was well underway. The martial arts tournament didn't stop for long before it began again.

In this restless season of autumn.

As expected, Li Yang lost miserably. The opponent didn't take Li Yang seriously at all. The long stick was twisted into a knot by one hand, and the other hand holding the stick was also broken without any surprise.

If someone hadn't intervened, the person would probably have been taken away as well.

The Grandmaster of this neighboring country was a burly man with a huge beard, a master of horizontal training. His long staff could strike his opponent without even a ripple; reaching this level of skill was extremely rare.

He has an arrogant personality, but is very powerful in martial arts.

No matter how aggrieved you are, there is no other way but to fight to the bitter end.

I don't know if it's because of the dryness of autumn or a sense of identity, but many people are not only not afraid but also volunteer to fight, wanting to kill the other party's prestige. This also includes Shan Quan Dongqing.

Who made him "kind"? Of course, that wasn't the main reason. It was mainly anger. Anyone who remained indifferent after being slapped in the face wasn't a true Jianghu person. Not only were the Jianghu people angry, but the spectators watching the match were also furious.

To put it in one word, it's frustrating.

Moreover, this person cannot move outside and can only defeat the opponent fairly in the ring.

Afterward, Lei Ling, the Lin State Grandmaster, won two more matches in a row. Neither could be called a competition, but rather a torture match. All weapons were useless against the opponent, even the eyes. In the third match, the Jianghu player repeatedly tried to exploit the opponent's weaknesses, also using the horizontal training technique. But... whether it was the eyes, the ears, the heart, or the groin, it was as if the entire body was covered in a layer of armor, leaving no flaws.

When horizontal training reaches this level, there are no more shortcomings. From the inside to the outside, chewing raw iron is no problem.

The only way to defeat your opponent is to be stronger than him.

But this is just empty talk.

In the end, the jianghu in the third round did not have a good ending. His sword was broken, along with his fingers. If he did not have a chance encounter in his life, his life would be wasted.

Three games, three players were disabled, which made the atmosphere on the field very weird and the depression lingered.

Moreover, the imagined obstacles did not happen, and by winning three games he was qualified to challenge the prince.

This excited Lei Ling immensely. A few scrapes and scrapes on the ring wouldn't be a big deal, right? At this thought, Lei Ling's mouth widened, his beard twitching. Rather than appearing bold and dignified, he seemed rather terrifying. His eyes, like those of a starving dog, were cunning, vicious, and possessed an indescribable glare. Anyone caught in his gaze would feel a chill, even in broad daylight.

A stress response will occur throughout the body.

It's said that Lei Ling, from a young age, fought in the wild, hunting with bears, tigers, and wolves. As he grew older, he developed a taste for raw meat, a habit he could hardly describe as a glutton. He survived the jungle in such an environment, then discovered martial arts, becoming obsessed with it and reaching the level of a Grandmaster. He was a ruthless individual.

So the look was chilling.

He stared at the prince, his broad hands unconsciously rubbing against him, as if he could snap his neck in the next moment. This naked murderous intent stared directly at the prince.

But the prince didn't care much about this look. He looked back with a calm look full of mockery.

Lei Ling was stunned for a moment by the unevasive look, and then he burst into laughter.

&34;Interesting, very interesting, I want to challenge you! !&34;

"You are qualified to challenge me."

&34;You accept?&34;

"Why not?"

"Okay, when?" Lei Ling nodded in agreement, his eyes blazing. Killing prey like this bit by bit was a real treat for him, and he was willing to wait for this prey.

"Tomorrow," the prince said calmly, then looked away. He wanted to personally break the man's legs as a small punishment. Whether he could do it or not was not a consideration for him. He only needed to consider how much force to use, with absolute confidence.

The prince's response finally ignited the oppressive atmosphere completely.

All sorts of curses rang out one after another, and the desire to kill the other party was extremely strong. No, don't kill the other party, cripple the other party, twist the other party's limbs, and let the other party compete with wild dogs for food.

A vicious curse fell upon Lei Ling, yet he didn't even raise an eyelid. It was just the impotent clamor of the weak.

The prince realized there was some benefit to this. Being able to rally people to a common cause was a positive development. As for those two quacks he'd deliberately sent there? Who cared if they were dead or alive? A few words of comfort would be enough to move on. Someone in this position couldn't possibly be a pushover. Abandoning insignificant matters or people to achieve their goals was a common tactic, and one he mastered adeptly.

Thinking of this, my originally bad mood eased a little.

Too many things have been going on lately, leaving him feeling overwhelmed. Not only is it the Jiading Prefecture incident, but also the group of ministers in the court. After the assassination attempt, he'd dealt a heavy blow, but the wound had healed, and now that he'd recovered, he'd come back to cause trouble, like a dog-skin plaster.

The martial arts tournament is one thing.

The Ghost Market of Youxu and the Meng Family Army are one and the same.

There are also conservative forces in the court who oppose reform.

You also have to take care of your own martial arts improvement.

His father was already overwhelmed, and most political and national affairs were left to him to make judgments. Box after box of memorials were sent to Jiading Prefecture, addressing every major and minor matter. He just had to get to the point, while those scholars would write pages of flowery prose that either missed the point or filled their papers with flowery rhetoric that made him dizzy.

He pressed his temple.

Wiping away his fatigue, the lights of Chongwen Mansion remained bright. As long as the owner of the house didn't rest, the lights would remain on. He was busy, but he still felt a sense of accomplishment. Power and money were the best medicine to cure all fatigue.

It's already the middle of the night. Let's call it a day. He needs to stretch his muscles tomorrow. Even though he doesn't think he'll lose, he won't underestimate his opponent, especially one who has mastered the horizontal training method to such a high level.

The martial arts tournament was busy, and the old goat couldn't care less. He continued to digest the herb Su Mu had given him, the vitality bursting from his heart constantly being converted into spiritual energy and true energy. The old goat was more like a spirit beast or immortal beast than a demon. Therefore, the remaining vitality continuously strengthened his physique.