Resisting the Wind and Splendor

Qijin carried a pair of large hammers onto the training platform.

The other person who went up was Yang Shu, a fierce general under King Rong.

Standing nine feet tall, he had an absolute advantage in height. He wielded a large sword with great force. Although he looked somewhat clumsy, his steps were heavy, and it was clear at a glance that he was a master of internal martial arts.

"Miss, do you think it's Rong Wang's men who will win, or that Qijin warrior who will prevail?" Zisu couldn't help but ask.

Chu Xiaohe laughed heartily, "Qijin practices external martial arts, while Yang Shu practices internal martial arts. It's really hard to tell who will win."

Chu Yueli glanced at him and smiled, "Big brother seems to be in a very good mood?"

"What's the big deal? It was just a few words." But Chu Xiaohe couldn't hide the smile in his eyes at all.

Even Zisu was infected by his hearty smile, and a smile appeared in her eyes.

The young master was in a good mood after receiving the black gold spear from the King of Ink.

She looked incredibly confident and beautiful.

"Would you like some tea, young master?" Zisu poured him a cup.

Chu Yi was still very nervous: "Young Master, we're about to go on stage at our Duke's Mansion, so you should drink less."

"Heh, what's the panic?" Zisu glanced at him and laughed, "Didn't you see how calm Miss is? If Miss isn't nervous, that means Young Master will definitely win."

Chu Yi glanced at Chu Yueli. Indeed, there was a smile in the young lady's eyes, and she was calm and composed, as if she was certain that the young master would win.

But where does this confidence come from?

Chu Yi was still very worried about the young master's current physical condition and strength.

Chu Yueli smiled and said, "Don't be nervous, Big Brother will win."

"And what about this round?" Zisu asked.

Chu Yueli looked intently at the two people on the stage.

After exchanging pleasantries, the two sides began to fight. With two clangs, broadswords and heavy hammers clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

The audience was very nervous, especially the girls, who could be heard whispering or even screaming from time to time.

After observing for a moment, Chu Yueli said softly, "Master Yang originally practiced internal martial arts, and it seems he has been practicing for at least ten years. His internal strength is remarkable, but recently he has started practicing external martial arts."

Chu Xiaohe was somewhat taken aback: "How do you know?"

He had heard of Yang Shu before; although he wielded a broadsword, he practiced internal martial arts techniques.

How could someone who has practiced internal martial arts for over a decade change their training method midway? If practiced well, it brings both benefits; if practiced poorly, one will easily gain while the other loses.

If you haven't mastered the new skills while weakening the old ones, that's not a good thing.

"I'm afraid his internal martial arts skills have reached their limit, and he can't break through, so he wants to start with external martial arts to see if he can find a breakthrough."

Chu Yueli continued to stare at the two on the stage, gently shaking her head: "It's a pity that they didn't use the right method, which instead wore down their original skills. If they hadn't practiced external martial arts, they could have lasted for thirty rounds, but now they can only last for ten at most."

Just as Chu Yueli finished speaking, a loud bang suddenly erupted on the stage.

Qi Jin slammed his two large hammers into Yang Shu's broadsword. The broadsword, no match for the power of the two hammers, was sent flying.

Yang Shu and Da Dao were both knocked off the stage, crashing heavily to the ground with a loud thud.

Standing next to Chu Xiaohe, Chu Yi's eyes widened in shock, her mouth almost agape: "Ten...ten moves...really ten moves! Miss, how did you do that? It really was ten moves!"