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Now, Drogo is just a callow youth of sixteen or seventeen, so it's normal for him to have a bit of an edgy attitude, leaving Baalbo speechless.

"Okay, I accept your challenge! Drogo, is it? How do you want to compete?" Liu Yuan smiled, a brilliant smile, and agreed readily.

Drogo ripped off his leather vest, revealing his strong muscles. He pounded his chest and said, "A true man should compete with his fists." He stood at a towering one meter ninety-three, with copper bells jingling crisply on his long braids, giving him a wild, savage beauty.

Liu Yuan rose from the lord's throne and walked forward, shedding his armor and cloak as he went. When he was five steps away from Drogo, he was left with only a close-fitting leather garment. He stared at Drogo with his hands behind his back, his height of one meter eighty-five only half a head shorter than Drogo's. He raised his left hand and beckoned to him, 'Come on!' This taunt was off the charts.

Drogo couldn't stand it any longer. He took two quick steps, leaped high, and threw a punch straight at his face. Liu Yuan dodged the blow with a sliding step, and Drogo's punch slammed heavily into the ground, sending dust flying. Drogo immediately followed up with a left hook, but a palm steadily caught his fist, and a single palm pressed down to dissolve the force of the punch.

Drogo reacted quickly, with a left leg whip kick aimed at his ribs. This move, through the arc of the hip twist, the rounder the kick, the faster the speed, and the greater the power. This was already a relatively sophisticated fighting technique. Liu Yuan raised his right knee to block, kicking inward at Drogo's shin, then sliding down to stomp on his instep.

Drogo felt a sharp pain, and his body lost its balance, falling forward to the left. But even in this situation, he still fought back hard, using a self-sacrificing punch similar to the techniques of Guoshu, throwing three punches in a row, but Liu Yuan easily defused them one by one. Drogo jumped up and threw his iron fists left and right, punching at his face, but Liu Yuan grabbed his wrist, supported his elbow, and pushed Drogo out with a sudden force.

Drogo was arguably the strongest person Liu Yuan had encountered since coming to the Ice and Fire world. Even if Grig's strength was greater than his, Drogo would have a better than 70% chance of winning in a life-or-death fight. Moreover, his fighting talent was extremely high, and the fighting skills and force-generating methods he had learned on his own would be considered sophisticated martial arts even on Blue Star.

Unfortunately, he met Liu Yuan, a cheat. He had lived for more than a hundred years, and had already mastered the martial arts he had learned. Moreover, he had learned many advanced martial arts in the Smiling Proud Wanderer plane. After breaking the shackles of his bloodline and returning to the third level, he had recovered most of his strength and once again become the God of War who could beat Smaug.

Drogo fought so frustratingly that he roared and rushed up again, a series of moves: high whip leg, downward punch, left horizontal punch connected to forearm hammer. Liu Yuan hugged his hand, wiped his palm, pressed down on his forearm, and leaned over to capture Drogo's left shoulder. He endured the pain, turned his hips, and swept out a turning elbow strike, which was already considered a killing move. In close combat, it could often determine the outcome with one blow.

Liu Yuan directly used a 'single ram bump', one of the classic moves of Bajiquan. Drogo was hit in the back by an elbow and was directly knocked flying. Liu Yuan had already withdrawn most of his strength from this elbow, otherwise he would have been crippled or killed with one blow. Drogo lay on the ground coughing hard, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and couldn't recover for a long time.

Liu Yuan walked up to him and said, "How are you? Do you need to fight again?"

Drogo's eyes were uncertain. He knew he was no match, but he couldn't accept defeat. Drogo gritted his teeth, supported himself on the ground with his right hand, and launched a fierce sweeping leg. Liu Yuan lightly tapped his toes and jumped backward, dodging his attack range.

After Drogo got up, he launched a backward front kick. Liu Yuan turned around and was behind him, using Baguazhang's 'mud-wading step'. Drogo leaped high and kicked his head with a high aerial whip kick. This kick gathered all his strength, and even a tree as thick as a bucket would be easily broken.

Liu Yuan admired him a little. These moves had a bit of capoeira to them. But his hands didn't stop, his left hand grabbed and his right hand lifted, locking Drogo's leg, using Taijiquan's 'wild horse parts its mane' stance. He forcefully lifted it behind him, throwing Drogo six or seven meters away with a leg-hugging flip. Drogo floundered twice in mid-air and fell heavily to the ground. This fall was not light, and he tried several times but couldn't get up.

The Dothraki are good in this respect, they will not interfere in a duel no matter what. Baalbo looked calm, but his fists were clenched so tightly that blood seeped out. Liu Yuan didn't plan to kill Drogo, the future strongest Khal, and decided that if this kid still didn't give up, he would knock him unconscious.

Over there, Drogo struggled for a long time before standing up. His body was covered in blood and bruises from abrasions, and he staggered towards Liu Yuan. When he was not far from Liu Yuan, Drogo drew his short knife with his right hand.

Baalbo stood up nervously, and Liu Yuan sighed, preparing to step forward and slap him unconscious. Just then, Drogo lifted his long braids with his left hand, closed his eyes, and shouted upwards: "Ah! ~ Ah! Ah! Ah! ~" With a wave of his right hand, he cut off his hair. After venting, Drogo calmed down. He threw his braids, along with the bells on them, at Liu Yuan's feet, and the breath in his heart relaxed, and the whole person fainted.

The victory was decided. Only at this time did the Dothraki come forward to help. Seeing that his son was fine, Baalbo Khal came to Liu Yuan and said: "Thank you, Khal of the Iron Men. I can see that you have shown mercy. He is too proud, and it is better for him to experience the taste of failure on you than to fail in war! Please rest assured, we Dothraki value promises and will leave here tomorrow." He held out his hand.

Liu Yuan also stretched out his hand and shook Baalbo's hand tightly. He said to him: "Khal, you may have misunderstood. I am really not a helper invited by Pentos. Don't rush to leave. The tribute can be a little less, but it must not be cheaper for those greedy governors." He raised his chin towards the city wall, where a large group of people were faintly pointing and pointing.

Liu Yuan smiled and said: "Khal, the misunderstanding between us has been resolved. Since we are not enemies, we should make friends!"

Baalbo also smiled and said: "Young Khal, you have won my respect. From today onwards, you are a friend of the entire khalasar."

Liu Yuan: "Just call me Galon. I have a suggestion, why don't we hold a banquet here, prepare food and drinks, and let people from both sides volunteer to participate." Baalbo Khal thought for a while and agreed. The Dothraki tradition also has customs similar to the guest rights of Westeros and will never harm guests.

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On the walls of Pentos, a group of high-level officials stared dumbfounded at the developments below. They all had Myr lenses in their hands and had seen the martial arts competition just now. Grig had just wrestled Baluru to death, which caused bursts of cheers. Most people thought that Liu Yuan would form a deadly feud with the Dothraki and would definitely fight to the death. No matter what the result, the Dothraki would suffer heavy losses, and the predicament of Pentos would be naturally resolved.

But in the end, the two sides actually shook hands and made peace, which was the ending that the governors least wanted to see. Once the two sides united, they would have enough power to break through the walls of Pentos. At that time, their group could escape by boat, but their family property and wealth could not be taken away.

Everyone stared at Walkson and Illyrio, making them feel uncomfortable. Prince Silis said: "Two governors, it was you who insisted on attracting the strange Sun and Moon Legion. Now in this situation, what do you have to say?" The most panicked person here was him, he was the lifelong prince of Pentos! Whenever the people of Pentos believed that the gods were angry, such as losing a war or a poor harvest, they would cut the prince's throat and sacrifice him to the gods to appease the divine wrath, and then choose a new prince from the forty families. Once the war started, he would be dead no matter whether he won or lost.

"Yes! Since you are the ones who brought people here, you should be responsible for settling it! Go..." The other governors pointed fingers at the two of them, and Illyrio and Walkson had no choice but to explain: "Everyone! Please calm down. I believe Commander Galon will definitely keep his promise and will not be an enemy of Pentos. Moreover, we have already negotiated..."

Another governor interrupted him: "But the agreement you made has not been signed yet! It is only a verbal agreement. How can you guarantee that he will be able to fulfill it? If he covets the wealth of Pentos, we are finished!"

Hearing his words, Illyrio also became angry: "It's not because of you! You are the ones who found various reasons to delay, otherwise the agreement would have been signed long ago! Now you are anxious, why didn't you do it earlier?" He had planned it long ago, but he ran into this group of pig teammates who kept hindering his actions.

Illyrio's sudden outburst left the others speechless. One of the oldest governors said: "Governor Illyrio, it was our fault before. But in the current situation, only you can save it. Pentos is our home, and your foundation is here. You can fully represent the council of governors, and you can agree to any conditions they propose as long as they are not excessive."

Illyrio had no choice. If he lost the foundation of Pentos, his and Varys's years of planning would be destroyed. He directly agreed and prepared to leave immediately to see Galon.

Outside the city, on the open space where the competition was held before, people from both sides had already set up bonfires, and countless slaves and servants were busy processing meat, washing vegetables, and making flatbreads. The soldiers on both sides were watching, and they were all eager to try, especially when the horse-drawn carriages filled with wine appeared, which caused a wave of cheers.

Liu Yuan was walking with Baalbo, with Grig and Drogo, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, beside them. Liu Yuan was very measured in his attacks. Drogo only had some superficial injuries. There were two types of physicians in the khalasar, herbal women who treated diseases with potions and spells, and eunuch physicians who treated external injuries with sharp knives, needles, threads, and fire. But Liu Yuan doubted their medical level. Drogo's ointment was mixed with soil, and it was estimated that the injured were able to survive because of their strong bodies.

The two of them talked a lot. In fact, the Dothraki were a very easy race to get along with. They admired the strong, and most of them were relatively simple, or rather, honest. As long as the relationship between the two sides was established, they were not enemies or objects of plunder, they were willing to share many things. As long as you can continue to be strong, they are the most loyal friends.

After some negotiation, Baalbo handed over most of the slaves in the khalasar to Liu Yuan, and could even trade some war horses. And what Liu Yuan had to pay was a part of the previously captured weapons and equipment.

The Dothraki's productivity was low, and they didn't even have their own mines. Iron resources were basically plundered. A qualified arakh was not easy to forge, especially the manufacture of composite riding bows, which required a long production cycle. It should be known that weapons are consumables, and the lack of sufficient weapons is also a reason that restricts the development of the khalasar.

Liu Yuan had captured a lot of weapons along the way. Just arakhs alone exceeded nine thousand, and there were even more riding bows and arrows. But Liu Yuan didn't like any of these things. The equipment produced by the system workshop was all high-quality. The captured weapons were originally intended to be recycled, but they were just used to exchange some tangible benefits from the Dothraki. Baalbo had been a Khal for more than twenty years, and his khalasar must have robbed a lot of gold and silver treasures. The gifts offered by Pentos contained a lot of gold and silver, which would eventually end up in his hands.

They were chatting happily when the guard came to report that someone was asking to see him. Looking over, it was the chubby Illyrio. He waved his hand and let the soldier release him. Illyrio came closer with a flattering expression. He felt a 'thump' in his heart. Galon and Baalbo looked like they were getting along very well. Illyrio respectfully said: "Respected Baalbo Khal, Commander Galon. I am here on behalf of the Pentos Council of Governors and want to know what you need here? We are willing to satisfy everything." He said it quite tactfully.

Liu Yuan knew what he meant as soon as he heard it. His side was having a heated fight with the Dothraki, and the governors were afraid. Pentos was an important part of his plan, and maintaining stability here was very important. It was a pity that if he forcibly occupied the city of Pentos, it would not only cause a strong backlash from the Free Trade Cities. Moreover, it would not be easy to get along with Westeros. He could only plant a flag and rebel. Therefore, he had to maintain the stability of Pentos. He directly opened his mouth and said: "Oh! It's Governor Illyrio! I was planning to send someone to inform you, but you came yourself. That saves trouble. Baalbo Khal told me that his khalasar has been away from the Dothraki Sea for a long time and plans to go home. When can the gifts that Pentos promised before be delivered?"

Illyrio was also a perceptive person and immediately followed his words and said: "I'm sorry! Great Khal, I came here to talk about this. Your gifts are ready. As long as you say the word, I will send someone to deliver them immediately!"

Baalbo heard the slave's translation and said with satisfaction: "Then you can send them here! Galon Khal, you can also take a look together and take whatever you like."