The Empress's First Running Dog

Chapter 29 Zhao Duan: What can you use to fight me?

What did I learn from the Martial God Diagram?
Zhao Duan only had a vague understanding.

He only remembered that he stood on the top of the mountain, bathed in the sunset glow, and imitated Emperor "Taizu" by performing a set of boxing moves.

During this time, I imagined that the morning glow was entering my body, and indeed, a vague flame of light appeared on the surface of my body.

Along with this, there is also a sense of "dominance" rising from the heart.

Having just witnessed his family being bullied, the Qi was drawn through his body, and the settled "intention" was like a trickle, spreading throughout his body along the meridians.

As he threw a punch at this moment, Zhao Duan clearly felt waves of turbulent cyclones rushing into his arms and gathering on the tip of his fist.

A faint glow seemed to appear on the fair and well-proportioned hand bones, but it was so subtle that it was hidden in the sunlight and difficult to distinguish.

"Lang Jun!"

Everyone in the Zhao family in the courtyard was totally unprepared for Zhao Duan to suddenly take action, and they subconsciously shouted and tried to dissuade him.

Even Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan, who were hugging each other and sitting on the ground, changed their expressions.

The truth is that although the original owner has reached the realm of "lower mortal level", his actual fighting power is really worrying.

This past year in particular, although he had been living a life of debauchery, he had also been unruly and had been completely corrupted by the big dye vat of extravagance.

This is in stark contrast to Zhang Changji, who has a strong military aura and looks like someone who is not someone to be trifled with.

"you wanna die?"

Zhang Changji had fought with Zhao Duan before and knew this guy's strengths and weaknesses.

Not to mention the difference in martial arts between the two, even in terms of realm, both are far superior to the other.

Seeing that Zhao Duan dared to punch him, he couldn't help but feel bolder. His muscles rippled like water and his clothes fluttered.

Zhang Changji stepped forward, the blue bricks beneath his feet cracked with a snap, and his leg muscles bulged his trouser legs.

Clench your right fist and strike out like lightning!

Full strength!

There was violence and madness in Zhang Changji's eyes, and he was confident that he could cripple his opponent with this punch.

However, when the two fists collided, the expected scene did not happen.

Zhang Changji only felt a sharp pain in his hand bones, and then he discovered with horror that all his strength had been canceled out, and an even more devastating force was poured into his arm.

"Snapped!"

With a slight popping sound, his sleeves tore, the skin on his arms cracked, tiny beads of blood oozed out of the pores, and his fists were covered in blood.

With a cry of pain still stuck in his throat, Zhang Changji saw Zhao Duan rush forward, lower his shoulders and knock his feet off the ground.

The most taboo for a martial artist is to fly in the air. Once he loses his leverage point, he will become a human sandbag.

Zhao Duan formed his right hand into a claw and tightly gripped the latter's throat.

He ran forward with his feet, leaving a footprint on the ground with every step he took.

"Ho ho..."

Zhang Changji's eyes bulged out and his face turned red. He was dragged back several feet and slammed into a water tank.

"boom!"

The large vat broke and water splashed everywhere. Zhang Changji's eyes went dark and he was thrown face up on the ground. Blood and clean water mixed together and spread everywhere.

quiet!
There was silence!
The two men fought extremely quickly, and in the eyes of the people around them, the winner was decided in the blink of an eye.

Crush!

with no doubt!

"Ah——" The servants and maids' voices of dissuasion stopped abruptly, and then they let out an instinctive cry of surprise.

When those injured slaves got up, they were horrified to see that their young master was killed instantly, and they were all heartbroken.

Eugene Hua and Zhao Pan were also stunned, the eyes of both mother and daughter filled with astonishment and confusion.

How come Dalang of the Zhao family, who had long abandoned martial arts and had mediocre talent, has become so powerful?
Could it be that this soldier is too weak?

bluff?

They couldn't understand.

"Cough...cough..."

Zhang Changji coughed violently, feeling extremely horrified, and had no idea how he had lost.

He tried to struggle to get up, but he only felt his internal energy disordered and his muscles and bones ached severely, as if his internal organs had been injured.

"Bang." Zhao Duan stepped on his chest and pushed him back, saying calmly:
"If you are injured, just lie down and don't move. You need to rest."

Zhang Changji was furious. He struggled several times, but it was all in vain. He could only stare at him with bloodshot eyes:
"You're playing dirty tricks!"

He would never admit that he would be defeated by Zhao Duan, and subconsciously believed that the other party used an unconventional move. Zhao Duan looked at him with pity, and slightly exerted force on his toes, causing the latter to cry out in pain.

"What did you say? I didn't hear clearly."

Zhao Duan said coldly, "Say it again."

Zhang Changji grimaced in pain:
"If you dare to hurt me, my elder brother and uncle will not let you go!"

The Zhang brothers' uncle is currently a Langzhong in the Ministry of War, which roughly corresponds to the level of "Director" in the world that Zhao Duan is familiar with.

This is also the reason why he dares to cause trouble for Zhao Duan.

Another son of a powerful family... Zhao Duan sighed in his heart.

In his previous life, he was born in a humble family, but was extremely lucky and caught the attention of a big shot who had been sent down to the grassroots to gain experience, and only then was he able to get a glimpse of the upper class.

But even at that time, people like the Zhang brothers were still difficult for him to look up to.

I suffered from your anger before I traveled through time, and I still suffer from your anger after I traveled through time. Then, didn’t I travel through time in vain?

Zhao Duan had a blank expression on his face and moved his foot away from the latter's chest.

Zhang Changji breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that the man surnamed Zhao was scared.

Yes, is a pretty boy who has lost the favor of the saint worthy of being violent towards me?
But the next second, his expression changed.

Zhao Duan stepped on his palm and stomped down heavily:
"You like fistfights, don't you? I want to see how hard your fists are."

Click!

The crisp sound of bones cracking echoed in the courtyard. In the dumbfounded gaze of everyone, beads of sweat broke out on Zhang Changji's forehead, his face turned pale, and he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

His hand is broken.

"You...you dare..."

Zhang Changji's eyes turned red, he couldn't believe that this out-of-favor dog dared to bite people.

The next second, Zhao Duan bent down and squatted beside him.

With a gentle look, he took out a silver, palm-sized, exquisite waist badge from his bosom.

With his fingers hooked on the rope, the silver medal hung on Zhang Changji's nose and slowly rotated.

On it, the four big characters "Royal Offering" are clearly visible.

Every big word was like a nail, driving deeply into his brows!
Zhang Changji's expression suddenly froze, with disbelief in his eyes.

Of course he knew what it was.

The Royal Worship has been passed down since the founding of the country six hundred years ago. It is an organization of masters in the inner court who are loyal only to the emperor, and their numbers are very small.

It is said that the selection criteria for practicing royal inheritance are extremely harsh, and it is even more difficult if one is not a eunuch.

Zhang Changji also tried to use his uncle's connections and dreamed of becoming a worshipper.

It's not all out of greed for inheritance. In fact, the worshipper himself is not an "official" and does not have any real power.

But the powerful and wealthy still work tirelessly to try to get their children into the group.

This is because the royal family members are the emperor's personal guards, representing the great trust of the imperial power.

But his uncle just shook his head and told him to give up the idea.

But now, Zhao Duan has become the person he had always dreamed of.

"How could you..."

Zhang Changji felt a surge of anger in his heart and his whole body went cold.

I finally realized that my brother's judgment might be wrong.

Big mistakes.

Zhao Duan smiled and slapped him on the face with his silver waist badge. The sound was very low and just reached his ears:

"You can try and go back and file a complaint to see if the weight of this sign is enough to offset your hand."

"By the way, I also happened to break through a small realm, and now I am also a middle-level realm."

"You are so stupid and stupid that you rushed over here. It seems that you don't know that His Majesty chose to save me. By the way, your elder brother has been confined to his home for impeaching me."

"so……"

Zhao Duan sighed softly, put away his badge, and said in a calm and indifferent voice:

"What are you fighting with me for?"

"puff!"

At this moment, Zhang Changji was so furious that his eyes went dark and he fainted from anger.

(End of this chapter)