After being demoted, my 300,000-strong army trampled the imperial city!

A scholar arrogantly sized up Chen Futu and his servant after they changed clothes, but unfortunately did not recognize their identities. "What brilliant idea do you have, young man?"

"I wouldn't call it insightful advice. I'll just ask you this: if an enemy invades your homeland and kills your brothers and comrades, what will you do?"

Chen Futu asked with a cold face.

The scholar arrogantly replied, "Of course we should expel them and then reason with them. Persuading people with reason is the right way."

“If that’s the case, then…” Chen Futu suddenly punched the other person hard in the face. Caught off guard, the other person squatted down, covered his face, and howled in pain.

The surrounding students were taken aback for a moment, then began to cheer, "Good job! Kill him!"

Other scholars, seeing this, stepped forward and angrily rebuked, "Why are you hitting people!"

Chen Futu innocently spread his fists. "So what if I hit him? Wasn't he trying to reason with me? Come on, let him talk to me about reason."

"Shameless! A gentleman uses words, not fists. Is this how the Northern Frontier Academy teaches you?"

"The northern frontier is brimming with martial spirit, don't you know that?"

"you……"

A group of intellectuals have fallen silent.

It's no secret that the Northern Frontier is rich in martial virtue. Since leaving the capital, the Crown Prince has experienced countless battles, large and small. His strong and decisive character is just like that of the Prince of Zhenbei. It's quite possible that he could teach his students to prioritize martial prowess.

The scholar, who had just recovered from the beating, stood up and rubbed his sore cheek. Just as he was about to speak, Chen Futu raised his hand and punched him again.

With a thud, the other person squatted down again.

The surrounding area erupted in laughter; the students felt a great sense of satisfaction, having vented their anger.

Chen Futu's two consecutive punches enraged the group of scholars, who clenched their fists as if they wanted to devour him.

Chen Futu sneered, "What? You're not going to reason with me, you're planning to fight me?"

"You madman! You dare to attack us scholars just because you have some strength? We have experts among us, why would we be afraid of you!"

Among the literati, there are masters of swordsmanship, the most famous being Ji Wendao of Jiangzhou. That old fellow started learning swordsmanship at the age of three, and that's how he got the reputation of the "gentleman's sword".

Legend has it that this person was extremely shameless. Sometimes, when he lost a debate, he would secretly beat people up with a club. As a result, the reputation of the Gentleman Sword was not so good.

Others, fearing his martial prowess, addressed him as "sir."

Amid the commotion, a middle-aged man carrying a scholar's sword upside down walked over. His expression was solemn, exuding an imposing aura. He looked at the scholar who was squatting on the ground covering his eyes and demanded, "Who hit him? Step forward."

"it's me."

Chen Futu gave a somewhat nonchalant reply.

Ji Wendao looked him up and down, then scoffed, "Boy, we're trying to reason with you, but you insist on using force. You're just bullying us because we're defenseless."

"Youth has the advantage in boxing. It's not my responsibility that he can't beat me. Before we talk about reason, we should also consider whether he has the right to have an equal dialogue."

"Young man, you're very arrogant. Tell me your name."

"I am Qin Tu, a student at the Northern Frontier Academy."

"Surname Qin? What's your relationship with Qin Liangyu?" Ji Wendao asked with a stern face.

"It is indeed my elder sister."

Is this how your sister raised you?

"Old man, stop bluffing in front of me. I know you have some skills, but you're not qualified to comment on the female war goddess of the Northern Frontier." Chen Futu showed no respect whatsoever.

The students echoed loudly, "That's right, who do you think you are, daring to criticize our female warrior?"

"That's right, you're not even worthy to carry the God of War's shoes."

The students admired Qin Liangyu the most; she was the white moonlight in the hearts of everyone in the Northern Frontier and was loved by the entire region.

Regardless of what these Confucian scholars came to Longcheng for, their evaluation of Qin Liangyu is simply unacceptable.

"I won't waste my breath on you, young man. Either apologize, or I'll discuss the Dao with you."

Ji Wendao's eyes sharpened, ready to make a move. Just as rumored, he enjoyed debating with people, but he preferred taking action.

Chen Futu sneered at his appearance and summoned Ge Fei, who was dressed as a maid, saying, "This old gentleman wants to challenge me to a sword duel, but I'm too lazy to do it. You go and teach him a lesson."

Consort Ge had been waiting impatiently for a long time; she had even prepared her sword.

When Ji Wendao saw that it was a maid who came forward, his face darkened immediately, and he angrily shouted, "Boy, who do you think you are!"

"Old man, don't blame me for not giving you a chance. If you defeat my maid, I will apologize to this gentleman as you requested. Otherwise, if you are defeated by a weak woman, you will be on the front page of the Dragon City Daily. Do you dare?"

"It's shameless to talk big."

With a wave of his hand, Ji Wendao made way for the scholars, and the students quickly retreated as well.

Chen Futu secretly instructed Ge Fei, "Don't kill him. Give this old bastard a good humiliation, make him lose face, and keep him quiet for a couple of days."

"Don't worry, dealing with him is easy for anyone."

Consort Ge is a ninth-rank official; dealing with Ji Wendao would be a piece of cake for her. Most importantly, Chen Futu passed on a great-grade sword technique to her, and she has already mastered it to the minor level.

Next, Ge Fei took the stage.

Because of her beauty, and because she was dressed as a maid, she looked frail and delicate.

Little did she know that Chen Futu had deliberately made her dress up like this; the more vulnerable she appeared, the greater the blow she would inflict on these scholars after her victory.

Ji Wendao scrutinized Ge Fei with a nonchalant air, then beckoned her and said, "Come, I'll let you make the first move."

"Sir, I apologize for the inconvenience."

Consort Ge attacked with her sword, but her attack was weak and ineffective.

Some students who knew a little martial arts were terrified, while some scholars showed cruel expressions, saying, "Mr. Ji, quickly teach her a lesson!"

Ji Wendao, with an arrogant expression, lightly dodged Ge Fei's attack and said to Chen Futu, "Young Master Qin, your maid is too weak. Why don't you find someone else? Otherwise, people will say that I am bullying a weak woman."

"No need. If you defeat her, sir, I will keep my word."

Chen Futu answered, suppressing a laugh.

Ji Wendao's face darkened. "In that case, I will not stand on ceremony."

He retaliated, but when he thrust out his sword with seemingly precise accuracy, Ge Fei, like a panicked little white rabbit, cried out "So close!" and dodged.

Ji Wendao was stunned on the spot, and the others also showed surprise. "They actually dodged it!"

"Yes, but this young lady has such a beautiful figure, as if she is dancing gracefully."

The students praised Ge Fei highly, but many others worried that she was just lucky.

Next, Ji Wendao, refusing to believe in evil, launched a series of attacks, but Ge Fei was still able to dodge with a scream, as if Ji Wendao's so-called gentleman's sword was a joke.

Chen Futu, seeing Ji Wendao's face turn a deep purplish-red from holding back laughter, almost burst out laughing on the spot. He teased, "Mr. Ji, what's wrong? Why have you been holding back all this time?"

"I simply don't bother arguing with a woman. You should make her leave quickly, otherwise it won't be good for either of us if we sleep with her."

Ji Wendao was not stupid. This maid was clearly mocking him, but he was too embarrassed to admit it. Moreover, he didn't want to fight anymore and just wanted Consort Ge to withdraw on her own. However, Consort Ge would not do as he wished.