After hearing this, the Duke of Zhen Guo felt strange. At this time, could there be any changes?
While he was thinking, Zhang San, who was lying motionless in a pool of blood, suddenly moved his fingers, and then a mouthful of blood foam spurted out from his mouth: "Bah!"
"This old emperor is really not weak."
"Hiss, all the bones in the body feel like they are falling apart."
Amidst the curses, Zhang San sat up from the ground unsteadily.
"Hey, Dragon Riding Martial Saint, do you think I win this time?"
Zhang San sat on the ground and winked at He Pingan who was on the stone bed.
"Haha, you have to ask him about this!"
He Ping'an said with a smile, pointing at Emperor Longqing who was lying on the ground, seemingly motionless.
As soon as he said this, Emperor Longqing, who was barely breathing, stretched his legs in the pool of blood, used his hands to push his body slowly, and cursed feebly: "Zhang San, who said that I Lost?"
"Do you want to win against me?"
"How can it be that easy?"
"Hey, you emperor"
Zhang San turned his head to look, and was furious. He didn't expect Emperor Long Qing to be so tenacious. Although he cursed in his mouth, for the first time, he felt a hint of recognition for Emperor Long Qing in his heart.
"this"
Duke Zhen Guo looked at the two people whose eyes were covered with blood, his face full of disbelief. If ordinary people were hit so hard, it was unclear whether they could survive.
Unexpectedly, not only could these two people survive, they would actually sit on the ground, yelling at each other, neither of them convinced of the other.
He Ping'an watched the changes between the two of them, but was not surprised at all.
Zhang San is naturally rebellious and never admits defeat. As long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will never admit defeat.
By then, Emperor Longqing's desire for the throne and power exceeded He Pingan's expectations. It was not easy for him to persevere in such a difficult situation.
The two sides exchanged curses for a while, and perhaps it was a bit wasteful to curse. Zhang San climbed up from the ground with difficulty and walked unsteadily towards Emperor Long Qing.
In the end, it's up to fists to decide the outcome.
Seeing this, Emperor Longqing stood up and stared at Zhang San eagerly.
It's just that the two people's true energy is exhausted, and even their physical strength is almost exhausted. At this time, they rely entirely on their personal will to support themselves.
Zhang San walked a few steps and had to stop a few feet in front of Emperor Longqing to relieve his physical fatigue.
Emperor Longqing, on the other hand, stood there waiting for work, waiting for Zhang San to get closer before preparing to hit him with a blow.
After a short rest, Zhang San recovered a little bit of his physical strength and took another step forward. At this time, he was already seven feet in front of Emperor Long Qing, and both sides were within the attack range of the other party.
The two men's eyes flashed sharply, and their bodies swayed forward quickly at the same time.
Unexpectedly, the physical condition of the two of them was worse than they expected. As soon as the two of them quickly raised their legs, their bodies fell forward involuntarily. It was obvious that their bodies could no longer withstand such high-intensity movements.
At the moment of falling, the two of them forcibly controlled their bodies and collided with each other at the same time.
Immediately afterwards, the two of them started fighting together like street gangsters.
Zhang San only learned Mang Niu Jin at first, including the Tiansha Prison Suppression Kung Fu given to him by He Ping'an later. He didn't learn much about fighting skills, but relied more on crushing with strength.
But when everyone had no real energy, Emperor Long Qing relied on his profound knowledge of martial arts. Even without real energy, he was obviously better than Zhang San in controlling skills. However, in just a few moves, he gained the upper hand. Many scars were left on Zhang San's body.
Suddenly, the situation on the court became one-sided.
At this moment, the situation on the field changed again.
Zhang San saw the opportunity, resisted Emperor Longqing's chest punch, and used an extremely insidious move.
"Despicable, despicable means"
Emperor Longqing suddenly suffered a heavy blow in the crotch, and his body instantly bent into a shrimp shape. He tried his best to push Zhang San back, breathing heavily.
"Oh, you took action suddenly before, wasn't it despicable?"
Zhang San took a step back with a smile, and then he threw himself on Emperor Longqing. With a flurry of punches, Emperor Longqing couldn't find him for a while.
He grew up in the market and often fought in the streets. At this time, both parties had no real energy, so he didn't learn many moves, but he just used the street fighting methods to the fullest.
Emperor Long Qing had never encountered the rogue tactics of street gangsters like this. Just as he was about to take a few steps back and distance himself, Zhang San grabbed his loose hair and followed up with another burst of crazy output.
Emperor Long Qing's two heads hurt together, and the severe pain made him lose his mind. He hugged Zhang San, opened his mouth, and bit Zhang San's shoulder.
"hiss"
Zhang San was caught off guard. He didn't expect that Emperor Long Qing would jump over the wall in such a hurry that his teeth began to bite. He couldn't help but cursed: "Isn't this a dirty trick on your part?"
However, at this time, Emperor Long Qing didn't care at all and clenched his teeth. Zhang San's shoulder had already been bitten with bright red blood marks.
Zhang San had no choice but to let go of Emperor Longqing's hair, and stabbed Emperor Longqing's eyes hard with the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
If this was hit, even if Emperor Longqing could recover afterwards, he would definitely be blind and his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced.
Unexpectedly, Emperor Longqing was already prepared. When he saw the two fingers coming, he loosened his mouth, left Zhang San's shoulder, and avoided Zhang San's two fingers.
His move was just to force Zhang San to loosen his grip on his hair. The purpose was achieved, so naturally he didn't have to bite it all the time.
For a while, the two were fighting together again.
However, as their physical strength declined, the attacks of the two became less and less lethal, and the punches they fired were all weak.
Even in the end, the two of them exhausted all their strength and lay on the ground at the same time, still punching each other and tickling each other.
By the end of the fight, the two of them didn't even have the energy to scratch. They looked at each other fiercely, as if they wanted to eat each other.
After looking at each other for only three breaths, Zhang San looked at Emperor Long Qing across from him who was as insistent as himself. He suddenly let go of Emperor Long Qing's hair, looked up to the sky and laughed.
"Hahaha, you, the emperor, are quite interesting."
Emperor Long Qing also released his grip on Zhang San's shoulder, and said with a bloody smile, "You're not a bad outlaw, you're not bad at all."
After a fierce battle, the two of them recognized each other. If it weren't for their different camps and different identities, maybe the two of them could become a good pair of friends.
"Papa pa pa"
At this moment, He Pingan's sparse slaps came from the stone bed. He then waved his hand, and the octagonal cage formed by countless runes disappeared with a burst of dark golden light.
The imprisonments set in the bodies of Zhang San and Emperor Longqing also disappeared in an instant.
In the blink of an eye, the true energy in the two people's bodies swam throughout their bodies, and the horrific injuries on their bodies recovered as before under the treatment of the true energy.
Only the tattered clothes on his body proved the battle between the two just now.
"You all come here!"
He Pingan waved, Zhang San and Emperor Longqing looked at each other, and then they flashed and came to the stone bed.
"The beating is over, what do you think?"
He Ping'an looked straight, sat up straight, stared at the two people below and asked.
Emperor Longqing thought for a moment and answered first: "If you make peace, you both win, if you divide it, you both lose!"
He Ping'an nodded, without comment, then turned to look at Zhang San and said, "Do you have anything to say?"
Zhang San touched his head and thought: "Senior Martial Saint, even though we had a fight, this junior is already familiar with the emperor, and he is not a bad person, but although peace is a win-win situation, the problem between us, How should we solve it? There is still no way to get the best of both worlds!”
He Pingan smiled and nodded, and then said: "I am so ignorant that I feel that peace may not be a win-win situation, and division may not necessarily lead to a loss for both parties. It is just that the balance between this needs to be grasped well."
"Zhang San, you want to stay in southern Xinjiang, establish your own business, and no longer suffer from the cowardice of the Daxuan officialdom, right?"
When Zhang San heard this, he nodded repeatedly. This is exactly what he meant.
Hearing He Pingan's words, which seemed to support Zhang San, Emperor Longqing and Duke Zhenguo looked anxious. If He Pingan agreed to Zhang San, in the future, Daxuan would never take back Southern Xinjiang under its control. It’s impossible.
"Don't be impatient, I know what you are thinking."
He Ping'an turned to Long Qing and Zhen Guogong and said, "Pindao has his own opinion on this matter."
"Zhang San wants to start his own business, but Long Qing you are not willing to agree."
"Long Qing wants to take back southern Xinjiang and all the Black Tiger Army will submit, but Zhang San will never agree."
"How about this?"
(End of chapter)
