"what for?"
He Ping'an smiled and continued: "This is the octagonal cage I specially designed for you. Don't you like to fight?"
"I'll let you fight as long as you can in this octagonal cage."
"At the same time, in order to prevent the imbalance of your strength, I have suppressed your strength to the level of ninth-level warriors, and you will decide the winner in this octagonal cage!"
Hearing this, the expressions of Zhang San and Emperor Longqing changed drastically at the same time. Especially Emperor Longqing, who had lived in fine clothes since childhood, now had to fight Zhang San like a street gangster in an octagonal cage. How could he accept the identity? change.
Seeing that neither of them moved, He Pingan looked at the two of them and said with an indifferent expression: "Didn't you fight very fiercely just now?"
"Now that you have a chance, why don't you fight?"
"If there is no winner today, you will never leave this octagonal cage!"
Emperor Long Qing frowned at first, and then his heart moved. He seemed to have thought of something. He could vaguely see that He Ping'an was in a very unhappy mood at this time. If he didn't act according to his wishes, he was afraid that what happened today would not be good.
Anyway, the strength of both sides has been suppressed to the same level at this time, and he will not suffer any loss, and he can definitely fight.
Thinking of this, he moved as quickly as he could, reluctantly mobilizing the remaining true energy in his body. As expected, his strength just stayed at the ninth level of martial arts. He moved his limbs, slowly adapting to the gap in strength, and then said nothing, silently. He rushed towards Zhang San without rest.
He is the emperor of a country. He has cultivated the way of a king since he was a child. Naturally, he knows that war never tires of deceit. Now, between him and Zhang San, the issue of Daxuan's territory is even more involved. He has long been unable to care about any small details.
On the other hand, Zhang San was still trying to break through the confinement set by He Ping'an in his body. Without noticing, Emperor Longqing was already in front of him. Emperor Longqing was secretly happy and punched out with his right hand, causing a trace of confusion on the edge of the fist. The dull golden light.
'The king of a dignified country actually behaves like a villain. '
Zhang San felt the wind coming from the fist and realized that Emperor Long Qing had already made a move. He raised his arm in a hurry to greet him, but he forgot that he was only a ninth-level martial artist at this time. His body reaction was not at the same speed as before. He had not raised his hand yet. He was punched hard in the chest.
Zhang San suddenly felt the energy and blood rolling in his chest, and his body couldn't help but took three steps back before he stopped his decline.
Emperor Long Qing was unyielding and didn't give him a chance to breathe. He dodged and chased Zhang San, punching him hard again.
For Emperor Longqing, the imperial art he had learned since he was a child, involving territorial disputes, was already a top priority. Naturally, he would not get stuck in small details and miss good opportunities.
Zhang San forced a mouthful of old blood in his chest to flow from afar, raised his hand and punched him to meet him.
But just after receiving a heavy blow, when the true energy circulates to the chest, it will obviously slow down, which is reflected in the fight, and the strength can only be used at 80%.
"Boom boom boom!"
The two of them exchanged punches three times in succession. With each punch that Zhang San received, his body involuntarily took a step back.
After punching three times, he took three steps back.
"boom!"
Another punch collided, and Zhang San took another step back, but felt his back hit a hard object. As soon as he felt it, he had already retreated to the edge of the octagonal cage, and there was no room behind him.
"Hahaha, Zhang San, you have no retreat at this time. I will punch you next, how will you take it?"
"If you admit defeat at this time, our fight will be over. You can go back and persuade the Black Tiger Army to surrender. I promise in front of the Martial Saint that everything will be forgotten. You only need to return to Xuanyang to cultivate!"
When Emperor Longqing saw this situation, he laughed loudly, obviously winning.
There was a trace of cruelty in Zhang San's eyes, and he stared at Emperor Longqing fiercely, and then scolded him in a cold voice: "Zhang has never admitted defeat since he was born!"
"Besides, if you promise to forget the past in front of the Martial Saint, you can guarantee that the Zhenguo Army, as well as the other officers and soldiers of Daxuan, will not exclude our Black Tiger Army?"
Hearing this, Emperor Longqing's eyes froze. Zhang San was right. He was letting things go. With today's situation, the Black Tiger Army was already on the opposite side of Daxuan's other armies. Even if they surrendered in the future, others would be indispensable. The officers and soldiers were ostracized and humiliated.
This is also the crux of the Black Tiger Army, which is almost unsolvable.
There is only one solution, which is to shuffle all Daxuan officialdom, but he still has to rely on people such as Zhen Guogong, so how can he replace all Daxuan officials just for the sake of a black tiger army.
If this is done, the final result is likely to be that neither end is harmonious, the troops that are always loyal to themselves will be withdrawn, and the Black Tiger Army has other intentions.
He didn't want to see this situation even more.
Thinking of this, Emperor Long Qing no longer hesitated. Today, only one of him and Zhang San could walk out of the octagonal cage.
"In that case, there's nothing more to say, just take the punch!"
Emperor Longqing circulated his true energy, gathered all his strength, and blasted Zhang San with all his strength.
He Pingan watched from a distance and shook his head without any trace, feeling slightly disappointed in his heart.
He was not dissatisfied with Emperor Longqing's unscrupulous victory, but he was a little disappointed with Emperor Longqing's unwillingness to rectify the officialdom.
Emperor Longqing was obsessed with his throne, seeking too much stability and not enough progress.
Today's human race is running out of time. If we are too conservative, even if we develop fully for twenty years, it will be difficult to withstand the catastrophe in twenty years.
However, he could understand Long Qing about this matter, so he didn't take it to heart. After all, the first assistant he trained was about to grow up.
At this moment, the situation on the field also changed dramatically.
Emperor Long Qing punched, but Zhang San didn't panic at all, but a strange smile flashed in his eyes.
"Nonsence!"
He opened his mouth wide, and blood surged in his chest. The blood that had been accumulated before was wrapped in saliva, and instantly spurted out from his mouth, directly hitting Emperor Longqing's face.
"There are hidden weapons..."
Emperor Longqing only felt a bloody light rushing in front of his eyes at an extremely fast speed. He thought it was some strange hidden weapon. He didn't bother to attack Zhang San again. He dodged the bloody hidden weapon in a flash.
Zhang San had already guessed what Emperor Long Qing was thinking. The opponent was a golden branch and jade leaf. How could he take the risk and lose both sides with himself, a bandit?
"I'm waiting for you!"
Seeing Emperor Longqing duck to the left, Zhang San prepared for a long time, then his true energy flowed, and a punch that he had been preparing for a long time suddenly hit him.
At this time, the blood in his chest spurted out, the flow of true energy was no longer hindered, and the speed of punching had returned to normal.
Emperor Longqing had just hid to the left and before he could stand firmly, he felt a strong wind coming. He knew that he had fallen into a trap. Without any time to think about it, he heard the voice and punched in the direction of the strong wind.
"boom!"
The two fists struck together, making a loud noise. The two sides were of equal strength, and each other took a step back.
It was a rare opportunity for Zhang San to seize this opportunity to take the initiative, so naturally he couldn't miss it. He stamped his foot on the ground and punched out again.
"Boom boom boom..."
In just over ten breaths, the two sides had exchanged blows more than ten times, and it seemed that there was no winner in a short period of time.
He Ping'an put a grape into his mouth, clapped his hands gently and said: "It's so good, it hits the flesh, it feels good!"
At this moment, he seemed to feel some changes in the outside world. He fished it out with his big hand and grabbed it towards the sky above Wuxian Ridge.
Above Wuxian Ridge, the blood mist of Zhen Guo Gong slowly gathered and took shape, and finally turned into a bloody human shape.
As the blood light continued to condense, the face of the humanoid gradually became clear, and it was none other than Lord Zhen Guo.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
"It turns out that this is the realm of the Martial Saint. Sure enough..."
The bloody figure felt the powerful power transmitted from his body and couldn't help but laugh wildly.
However, before he could finish his words, he saw a big dark gold hand that covered the sky suddenly appeared above his head. With a gentle pull, he caught him in his hand and then disappeared.
"Hey, it seems to be the voice of the Duke..."
The people below just heard the voice of Duke Zhen Guo and looked around, but did not see any figure.
"You guys, your ears are ringing..."
The people next to him sneered and continued to glare at the Black Tiger Army not far away.
At this time, a clearly distinguishable scene appeared at the foot of Wuxian Ridge.
The Black Tiger Army formed its own side, and Daxuan's other armies were on the other side. Both sides glared at each other, but no one dared to take action.
After all, the two people who just made the move have already gone in...
