Cen Zhong is a tall man with strong muscles and stern eyes. He walked out from behind Yang Ke holding a gilt iron rod in both hands and held his hands in a circle:
"Since the competition is just for fun, it's just a matter of time. Just take it easy."
His words were very arrogant, meaning don't worry, come and fight me, I won't kill you.
In the tent, a disciple named Yang lit the fire and said, "I wonder how Master Cen's stick skills compare to His Highness the King of Jin?"
"I have never discussed with His Highness the King of Jin, so I dare not speak nonsense," Cen Zhong said.
Yang Ke's face turned pale, and he looked at Yang Jian with deep meaning.
If King Yang Shuang of Wei or King Yang Xiong of Guangping were present, they would definitely laugh at Cen Zhong for being a frog in the well, but those here tonight are the juniors of the Yang family, and they have never seen the true terror of Yang Guang.
This kind of situation cannot be solved without sending someone to end it... Yang Jian knew that the competition between his men was related to the face of his master. To be on the safe side, he turned his head and whispered:
"What do you think, Master Zhang?"
Zhang Mu bent down and replied: "Cen Zhong was born in Hebei, and he is very accomplished in stick skills. My subordinates dare not claim victory, but they dare to say they are undefeated."
What does it mean to be undefeated? If the outcome is definitely to win, Yang Jian is already holding his breath in his heart, but he cannot have an attack, so the best way to relieve his anger is of course for his subordinates to win the competition.
But Zhang Mu was so unsure that he was instantly annoyed:
"waste!"
Being scolded by his master, Zhang Mu couldn't help but feel embarrassed. If Yang Jian was completely disappointed with him, it would be difficult for him to get an official position in the army in the future.
So he showed off his strength and said: "If my subordinates go all out, they may have a 60% chance of winning."
Sixty percent? What I want is the certainty of victory. Yang Jian coldly snorted:
"If you lose, just pack up and get out."
"yes......"
Zhang Mu twitched the corner of his mouth, gathered his emotions, stood up and came to the venue. His own future was at stake, and he planned to risk it all.
"Fan Yang and Zhang Mu, please give me some advice from Brother Cen."
Cen Zhong curled his lips, nodded slightly, and then followed the stick, coming straight towards him like a tiger out of its cage.
Just seeing the opponent's powerful and domineering attitude, Zhang Mu's heart skipped a beat. He unsheathed both swords at the same time and pointed at the iron rod.
For a time, the sound of gold and iron could be heard continuously,
In the center of the venue where the two were fighting, whirlwinds rose from the ground.
The noble children in the tent shouted and booed one after another.
This kind of game is common to them and is more exciting and enjoyable than cockfighting or dogfighting.
In the Sui Dynasty, due to no way to advance, many warriors in the world had no choice but to find themselves in wealthy families and become their servants and thugs, just to get a share of wealth.
After learning literary and martial arts, his goods went to the emperor's family.
Although Zhang Mu's swordsmanship was high, his cultivation level was on par with Cen Zhong's. However, he suffered a big loss in terms of weapons. He used lightness against strength, and the outcome can be imagined.
The competition on the field was coming to an end, and anyone could see that Zhang Mu's defeat was certain.
Yang Xian's face looked as ugly as ever at this moment.
With a scream, the iron rod swiped hard at Zhang Mu's right shoulder. After the terrifying sound of bone cracking, Zhang Mu's right arm hung down helplessly.
Yang Xian was about to curse angrily, but was held down by Yang Chan on the side. Yang Chan said to the warrior behind him:
"Help Master Zhang go down and heal his injuries."
Zhang Mu sighed inwardly, he could have been invincible, but he was so eager to win that he messed up his plans in a hurry. Now that one of his arms was crippled, his journey with King Yuzhang had come to an end.
"It's a pity that Master Zhang, who is my brother, seems to have overestimated his capabilities. He was passive from beginning to end. Winning or losing is not a matter of time," Yang Ke looked at Yang Ke proudly.
His mother-in-law is the legitimate daughter of Gao Jiong, Gao Jiong is his grandfather, and Gao Zhan, who was frightened by Yang Ming, is his cousin. He is looking for trouble.
Yang Jian is almost furious. He has been frustrated so far tonight. Where has he ever experienced such anger in Jiangdu?
However, the old and young were in order, and he did not dare to have an attack here in the East Palace. He could only hold back his anger and said with a smile:
"My incompetence makes you laugh."
At this time, Cen Zhong in the field suddenly saluted Yang Lan and said:
"I have long admired His Royal Highness the King of Jin for his stick skills that are unparalleled in the world. I dare to ask His Highness the King of Yu Zhang to give me a lesson."
Yang Xian was stunned for a moment...
I have only heard of dogs biting dogs. When did dogs dare to bite their masters?
"Asshole!"
As the master of Cen Zhong, Yang Ke pretended to be angrily: "Who do you think you are? You dare to provoke my brother, and you dare to show off in front of my brother with your three-legged cat stick skills. Stand down!"
Cen Zhong even said that he was offended and bowed his head.
Yang Jian's face turned even uglier...
This is a humiliation. A servant dared to provoke his master without anyone's support. Even if Cen Zhong was given ten courages, he would not dare.
Just when Yang Jian stood up angrily and was about to leave, a voice outside the tent shouted:
"The Prince of Hedong County has arrived."
As if the savior had arrived, Yang Jian looked towards the entrance with gleaming eyes, "Lao San, Lao San, why did you come here?"
"What a coincidence. The scene I just saw outside the tent was truly the only one I've ever seen in my life."
Yang Ming smiled and put his hands in his sleeves, walked into the big tent, glanced at everyone in the tent, and said directly:
"Pang Ben."
"The humble position is here!"
"Take down that barking dog just now!"
"yes!"
After saying that, Pang Ben, a big boss, walked towards Cen Zhong directly holding a chain.
"Wait a minute!" Yang Ke stood up angrily: "What qualifications do you have to take down my king's people?"
The words were directed at Pang Ben.
Pang Ben chuckled and said: "Your Highness, please forgive me. The humble post was assigned to His Highness King Hedong by the order of the Holy Queen. If the King of Hedong asks the humble post to do anything, if you don't do it, you are resisting the order."
Yang Ke was stunned. He didn't dare to disobey his grandmother's will, so he turned to Yang Ming and said:
"Di Ming is so majestic. You just came here and you want to take my people? If you have any dissatisfaction with fifth brother, just say it out. There is no need to vent your anger on a servant, right?"
"Yes, Brother Ming, sit down first. If there is any misunderstanding, I will take charge of it for you." Yang Yan, who received a stick from Yang Ming on the head, looked at Yang Ming with a smile.
Yang Ming came to the center of the field with his hands in his hands, narrowed his eyes, and said coldly:
"Yang Ke, you allow your warriors to provoke the emperor and grandson. What is your crime?"
"This man carries a sharp weapon and is unruly to the emperor and his grandson. It's natural for me to take action against him. I just can't take action against you."
After saying that, Yang Ming sneered: "Otherwise, I'll take it from you too."
"Okay, okay, the sun is really shining in the west," Yang Ke stood up angrily, rolled up his sleeves, and laughed, "Come on, come on, take me down, let me see if you dare."
I really don't dare... Pang Ben was stuck in place in embarrassment, looking at Yang Ming for help.
"Hey~~~ If you have something to say, why don't you say it properly? They are all brothers, so why do you take advantage of them right away?"
Yang Yan stood up from the main seat with a smile and smoothed things over: "Master Cen just admires his second uncle's stick skills, so he wants to get a glimpse of the true secrets from Brother Chen. He has no other intentions. Brother Ming is being serious."
Yang Ming didn't even look at him. He turned to Pang Ben and said, "What are you doing standing still? Get someone!"
"Who dares!" Yang Ke stopped in the middle again,
Cen Zhong was already breaking out in a cold sweat from nervousness. He knew that what he had just done was actually a crime of great injustice, but with the support of Yang Ke, the king of Xiangcheng, he could not be said to be afraid.
What's more, he was originally ordered, and there was no way King Xiangcheng would not protect him.
But when he saw this His Highness the King of Hedong who had appeared from nowhere, he felt guilty again.
Everyone in Daxing didn't know that the person whom the Second Saint favored the most was the Third Highness of King Jin's family. It would be really difficult for the other party to really mess with him.
Facing Yang Ke's obstruction, Pang Ben had nothing to do. He didn't have the guts to push Yang Ke away. That would be a sin.
Yang Ming snorted coldly and walked directly towards Yang Ke.
"Forget it, forget it, it's a misunderstanding, why do our brothers have to do it? Why don't you stop him quickly!" Yang Yan understood Yang Ming's character and knew that this little bastard dared to challenge his father, so he would not be afraid of Yang Ke at all.
As soon as he shouted, the others hurriedly stepped forward to pull, some of them pulled Yang Ming, and several others pulled Yang Ke.
"Don't stop me! Let me go!" Yang Ming was tightly held from behind by Yang Hao of Prince Qin's palace, and was not allowed to move forward.
"Don't stop him, let him come over. I still don't believe it. What can he do to me?" Yang Ke yelled at the top of his voice and was pulled back to his seat with fists and feet dancing wildly.
"Brother Ming, calm down, it won't be a problem."
"Forget it, fifth brother, don't hurt your brother's friendship because of a servant."
"Brother Qing, please come and persuade Brother Ming."
The tent was in chaos for a while, with a group of royal disciples tugging at each other, while the others looked at him and pretended they didn't see anything.
"Your Highness, save me!"
Pang Ben was not idle either. This clever little guy took advantage of the chaos and locked Cen Zhong away.
He is not afraid that the other party will resist at all, dares to resist? It would be easier for him to just kill them on the spot.
