History of Women in the Wei Dynasty

Chapter 287 The Valiant Warrior Zhao Zhi, Astounding the Mangshan Mountains [End of Volume]

What a disgrace! But Kou Meng was tongue-tied, his lips trembling with anger, and he couldn't think of anything to say in retaliation. He could only stare intently at the foul-mouthed soldier and memorize his appearance.

Of all the people here, only Zhao Zhi knew Kou Meng's strength. When she punched him away just now, her fist bones hurt slightly, which meant that he had obviously trained his chest to have "shield power"!
The minimum standard for a warrior is that at least one of his fists, back, chest, or arms must be of "shield strength".

Therefore, the ordinary soldier who was defeated by her was not ordinary at all, but a fierce warrior!

Zhao Zhi came prepared for this selection of close attendants. She knew who the fierce warriors in the palace were. Only one named Kou Meng had made a mistake in the battle to attack Nanyang in the twenty-first year and was dismissed from his post. He was still a commoner.

Kou Meng noticed Zhao Zhi looking at him, so he withdrew his mouth and put on a calm and composed demeanor.

Soldiers went in and out of the arena, and the competition was very quick. After a little over an hour, all 108 groups of soldiers had finished their matches.

Then the second round will begin.

The court is no longer divided into four sections; the white and gray lines in the middle have been removed, and the court has been combined into one large area.

The fighting rules for the second round are largely the same as before, with the following changes:

Those who voluntarily withdraw from the competition must leave the arena immediately after shouting "I surrender." If they try to engage in fighting amidst the chaos, they will be punished by being expelled from the Imperial Guard.

The loser, as long as they are not afraid, can participate in every round as the "challenged party";
Those who withdraw from the competition by shouting "I give up" due to fear of the game, as well as those who run out of bounds out of the boundary line out of fear, or those who are not knocked out of the boundary line, are only allowed to play one round.
If a challenger wins the match, their score is calculated based on the number of people challenged. For example, if soldier A challenges five people and wins, then soldier A's score for this round is five.
After a challenger wins a match, they can continue to challenge.
If a challenger loses the match, all challenged individuals are counted as one winner.

Let's talk about the order of appearance.

The rules are as follows: 108 soldiers compete to call out their numbers, which is the number of people each person dares to challenge. Whoever has the highest number goes first.

Challengers can choose their own opponents, or they can be assigned by the Lieutenant General.

Lieutenant General: "Begin counting off!"

"one."

The guy who shouted "one" was definitely deliberately causing trouble, which drew a barrage of curses. This gave the lieutenant general an idea to save time. He raised his hand to silence the noise and said, "Anyone who dares to challenge more than three people, come forward."

Zhao Zhi stepped out of the group.

Ji Ding and Ke Bo Mao stepped out of the group.

The sarcastic, shrewish man who had been mocking Kou Meng walked out of the group.

The general was pleased to see that most of his soldiers dared to fight three men at once, and shouted again: "Those who dare to challenge five men, stop where you are! Those who are cowardly, retreat!"

Apart from Zhao Zhi, the rest of the soldiers looked around first, then backed down and returned to the rear.

You have to understand that anyone who wins the first round must be incredibly strong in both strength and martial arts. Taking on three opponents at once is already a stretch, so who would dare challenge five? They'd be asking for death!

At this moment, everyone looked at Zhao Zhi.

The lieutenant general asked, "Does Military Advisor Zhao have a candidate to challenge him?"

"Yes." Zhao Zhi didn't waste a moment. She first pointed out Ji Ding, Ke Bomao, and Jian Zuibing, and then randomly pointed out two unlucky guys who were closest to her.

Of course, these two unlucky guys have no idea how unlucky they are right now.

The general shouted, "Good! Warriors, step forward!"

Kou Meng pushed his way to the front and shouted encouragement: "Zhao Mengshi will surely win!"

"go away."

A deputy captain of the Imperial Guards, surnamed Fu, deliberately bumped into him, only to be knocked off balance. Enraged, he then insulted Zhao Zhi as well: "You're so weak, what do you know! She's sure to win? I'm telling you, if she wins, all three hundred of us will hop away from her from now on!"

He was quite pleased with his boasting. Zhao Zhi stepped into the arena and pointed back, "Anyone who doesn't respect me can come up here. Those who don't dare to come, shut up."

Kou Meng grabbed the soldier surnamed Fu by the collar and shoved him into the white ash box.

Getting into the basket is equivalent to entering the game.

General: "Alright, now that the positions have been chosen, the first match of the second round of the Warriors' Hand-to-Hand Combat Assessment will begin—one against six!"

boom--

The nickname "Knocking on the Ground" can be changed. The soldier surnamed Fu was kicked into the air, flying backward from Kou Meng's side, and landed heavily in the crowd while still bent over.

"Idiot, you're going to smash me to death! Get up!"

Someone became a cushion.

On the other side of the large felt tent, the court officials all knew that a good show was about to begin, and they all watched the battle with great concentration.

After Zhao Zhi exerted force with her kick, she threw a punch at Ji Ding.

"kill!"

"kill--"

Ji Ding and the other four were enraged and engaged in battle!
When divine power clashes with ordinary power, the destructive force is like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

Zhao Zhi's fist first struck Ji Ding's right wrist bone, then, through the man's broken wrist, smashed into his mouth and nose.

The blood didn't splatter; it was blocked by the wrist.

She couldn't even scream, because not only was Ji Ding's mouth and nose smashed, but his teeth and tongue were also completely destroyed. As Zhao Zhi pulled her fist back, she grabbed Ji Ding's arm tightly, used him as a shield, and swept away the four people surrounding her. Then she let go and punched him from behind, hitting Ji Ding's shoulders squarely.

The poor Ji Yulin, whose face was no longer recognizable, didn't even have a chance to say "I admit defeat" before collapsing to the ground, unaware of whether he was alive or dead.

The hand-to-hand combat was so brutal that it reminded viewers of the legendary battles of the "fierce warriors."

All martial arts practitioners know that among ten thousand warriors, there is one true hero. However, this saying refers to the rarity of such heroes, not that there is definitely one among ten thousand martial arts practitioners.

Many skilled warriors were called "fierce warriors," but this was merely a respectful title. For example, the Imperial Guards and Tiger Warriors in the capital region numbered in the hundreds of thousands, but only about ten were truly fierce warriors!
Will an eleventh person appear tonight?
She's a fierce woman!

"I..." Upon seeing Zhao Zhi's ruthless gaze directed at him, Ke Bo immediately admitted defeat.

That's too late!

"I'll send you two brothers to your doom!" Zhao Zhi's fist landed first, followed by her words. She smashed half of the man's face, then hurled his body as a punching bag, knocking down one of the fleeing men.

The fleeing soldiers cried out in pain and fell to the ground, their buttocks slammed into them.

He was the same shrew who gave Kou Meng his nickname.

Zhao Zhi's large feet stomped with the wind, and in the brief moment that the foul-mouthed soldier raised his face, she stepped on his cheeks and mouth to chase away the remaining two.

Only then did the military doctor drag Ji Ding out of the arena. Hearing the commotion around them, they all turned around.

Okay, they dragged one away and two more fell down, then came back to drag people away.

The two unlucky guys who were randomly chosen by Zhao Zhi when they went on stage were not only unlucky, but also not very bright. They insisted on running together, and as a result, they were blocked from escaping.

If they were to admit defeat now, they probably wouldn't be able to return to the Imperial Guard.

Fight!

"kill--"

"kill--"

Bang, bang!

Zhao Zhi will take them down one by one with a single punch! A swift and decisive victory!

The two unlucky guys curled up like shrimp, rolling on the ground in pain.

The Xianbei people valued martial prowess over literary skills, so who wouldn't want to witness the emergence of a valiant warrior? Some court officials were already restless and had reported to the emperor that they were coming closer to get a better look.

Zhao Zhi lived up to their expectations. Instead of leaving the arena, she stood in the middle and called out to the General, "I will continue to challenge. I would like to trouble the General to select seven more people to enter the arena!"

There were six people before, now there are seven. Are they using these Imperial Guards officers as practice punches?

A few were afraid, but most were eager to take the stage, determined to win back honor for the Imperial Guard.

The seven selected players gathered their strength as they ran.

"kill--"

"Zhao Zhi, I'll fight you first!"

Zhao Zhi clenched her fists and ran towards them.

The distance between the two sides shortened rapidly.

Bump!

“Crack!”

The sound came from Zhao Zhisong's fist as a palm, rubbing the first person's chin. The other person didn't know which part of their neck bone made a strange sound, and in a flash, they were thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground!

Zhao Zhi's momentum did not diminish. She passed the second person, twisted her body, swung her palm, and slapped the third person who was trying to surround her.

"Snapped!"

This slap was the loudest slap since the founding of the Great Wei Dynasty! The soldier who was slapped only had one back tooth left on his other cheek, and even one of his eyeballs was slapped out of its socket.

Witnessing this scene, the soldiers stopped fighting and shouted in shrill voices, "We surrender!"

Another soldier shouted, "I admit it!"

What's there to acknowledge!

"Snapped!"

Zhao Zhi slapped him again, hitting the soldier who hadn't finished shouting. Because she slightly lowered her strength, the soldier wasn't blinded, but he would only be able to drink porridge for the rest of his life.

The remaining few were lucky and all gave up the competition.

No one dared to go up in the waiting area.

Thirteen victories, a feat that astonished Mangshan!
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