I am not a seventh-generation descendant of Lord Wu'an from the Qin Dynasty.

"Mr. Gai Nie, Your Majesty..."

"Gai Nie understands."

Gai Nie handed the Yuanhong Sword, a gift from the King of Qin, to the palace swordsman behind him, and then leaped down.

Li Si raised his hand and waved it in the air, "That's not what I meant!"

Gai Nie, dressed in white, moved with the speed of the wind.

A dark-faced Qin man standing nearby couldn't stand it any longer and raised his leg to kick, but he kicked nothing at all.

Looking back, amidst the comings and goings of people, Gai Nie's white robe had long since disappeared.

From Li Si's perspective on the high platform, Gai Nie merely swayed to the left and took a step to the right, and within a few breaths, he was close to King Zheng of Qin.

He had just breathed a sigh of relief when eight burly men in black surrounded him. The leader was none other than Zhen Gang and Gen Shi, who were eager to fight.

Zhen Gang scoffed, "Is this the pretty-boy swordsman who took down eight of you with a single sword strike?"

Master Gen's face darkened: "Seven! And he doesn't have a sword right now!"

Zhang Han, who was only there to make up the numbers, rushed forward and shouted, "Get him! Hurry up and finish this..."

"Bang!"

Zhang Han, feeling dazed, sat up abruptly, shaking his head. "How did I get here?"

A moment later, the spirited young Zhang Han's cheeks flushed red, and he pointed a finger at Gai Nie.

"Come at me all at once! What are you all standing around for? Uh, I was just careless and didn't dodge!"

Cen Ji couldn't help but chuckle, glanced at Gai Nie's cold face, and quietly retreated behind the crowd.

Zhengang roared, "Go! If we can't even beat one of us with eight, how will we face the adults?!"

The four members of the Six Sword Slaves were originally one, and upon hearing this, they immediately rushed forward.

Gen Shi and Qian Sha had a long-standing grudge against him, and upon hearing this, they were even more ruthless and vicious in their attacks, each move aimed directly at vital points.

Cen Ji crept forward, only to be punched instantly. He then caught Zhang Han, who was rolling on the ground with two black eyes, and advised him.

"Brother, take a break! Our military style is different from these江湖 (jianghu, a term referring to the martial arts world) fighters. It's too fast; we can't keep up at all!"

"Nonsense! I, Zhang Han, am the fastest man in Qin!"

He rolled over and charged forward again, but he was much more cautious with his punches and kicks. He managed to hold out for thirty or fifty rounds before being kicked out of the battlefield.

As fellow soldiers and comrades-in-arms, Cen Ji couldn't just stand by and watch, so he cautiously charged onto the now much sparser battlefield, ready to take a couple of punches.

Unexpectedly, Gai Nie, who was breathing heavily and whose white clothes were almost stained black, saw that he was the weakest and immediately changed his fighting style to agile and elusive combat.

Not only did he not attack Cen Ji, he also pushed him in front of him, using him as a shield to divide the battlefield.

Enraged and unable to stop their attack, Zhengang and the others gritted their teeth, their eyes practically spitting fire as they glared at him.

"You lucky piece of trash, can you please stop causing trouble here?!"

Cen Ji, with his keen mind, had already sensed something was wrong. He wanted to retreat to a location far away from Qin Shi Huang and shake off Gai Nie.

But seeing that Qin Wangzheng and Bai Qi were fighting without any problems, Gai Nie followed him and walked around them.

"He really can't get out!"

Then, before Zhen Gang could stop his momentum, the others joined forces to knock him off the battlefield.

The eight-to-one situation instantly turned into a seven-to-one situation.

However, the expression on Gai Nie's face visibly turned serious.

Over here, King Zheng of Qin was already furious. He slammed his fist, as big as a sandbag, down and demanded an explanation.

"Bai Qizi, don't hide if you have the guts!"

Bai Qi clenched his fist, which had 21 points of attack power, as he dodged and chuckled.

"Your Majesty, we need to make this clear: are you now King Ying Zheng of Qin, or Zhao Zheng of Qin?"

"Qin Zheng!"

"That's good!"

Bai Qi slid to the side, grabbed a handful of dust in one hand, and quietly threw a punch to deflect the attack.

"Well done!" King Zheng of Qin was delighted to see the predator and immediately chose to meet it with fists.

Unexpectedly, halfway through his punches, Bai Qiquan suddenly swung his hand and threw a handful of yellow soil, which directly smeared Qin Wangzheng's face.

With his vision obstructed, King Zheng of Qin reacted quickly, cursing "the tricks of a villain" while tightening his fists and preparing to defend himself.

But just as he was about to retract his strength, Bai Qi had already darted behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist and abdomen, and then flipped headfirst into the air.

"Bang!"

Gai Nie, watching from afar, unconsciously caught sight of this scene, and his eyes instantly reddened. 'Under his protection, the King actually…'

"Bang!"

Zhen Gang landed a solid punch and laughed, "Pretty boy, getting distracted during a fight isn't a good habit."

Gai Nie, his face cold and angry, said, "Again!"

This time, he no longer used hit-and-run tactics, but instead attacked with his own attacks, and punch with punch.

Only physical pain could now mask the agony of his dereliction of duty.

On the other side, King Zheng of Qin rolled over and got up, pointing at Bai Qidao, who had already disappeared into the distance.

"I'm definitely going to punch you today!"

Clearly, his desire for revenge was unwavering.

Bai Qi breathed a sigh of relief and kept reminding himself.

"The man standing before him is still the young King Zheng of Qin; he could be struck without harm!"

Bai Qi chuckled, "Your Majesty, if you strictly adhere to the dogma of martial arts, you probably won't be able to defeat me!"

"Is that so?" King Zheng of Qin lowered his eyelids, exuding an aura of youthful kingship that commanded respect without anger.

Bai Qi's heart skipped a beat, but the next second he saw him rush over with a wicked grin, and mimicking Bai Qi's actions, he raised his hand and sprinkled a handful of dust on Bai Qi's face.

Unfortunately, he misjudged the wind direction; a gust of wind blew in and instantly smeared his mouth with gusts of wind.

Taking advantage of the situation, Bai Qi circled around behind him, tripped him, and pushed forward with both hands, pinning him down.

"Your Majesty, using someone else's tricks against them won't work!"

King Zheng of Qin angrily slammed his fist on the ground, nudged him with his buttocks, and shouted, "Get out of my way!"

Feeling guilty, Bai Qi obediently stood up. 'Well, he's really angered the young Ying Zheng this time.'

Unexpectedly, just as he got up, King Zheng of Qin flipped him over and pinned him down, his fist, as big as a sandbag, smashing into his face and leaving a fist mark.

"Haha! I finally got my hands on you!"

With a black eye around his left eye, Bai Qi looked speechless and said, "Your Majesty, you're cheating."

Although he wanted King Zheng of Qin to deliver a final punch to vent his anger, he didn't expect to actually get hit.

Hmph, he's angry too!

King Zheng of Qin stood up awkwardly, waved at him, and said magnanimously, "If you're so capable, then fight back!"

"You said it yourself!"

Bai Qi rolled over and stood up, saying sternly, "Qin Zheng, you asked for this."

Bai Qi threw a punch, and King Zheng of Qin raised his hand to parry. With a "bang," the two were separated.

King Zheng of Qin sneered, "Bai Qizi, is this all the strength you have?"

He wasn't stupid; he naturally saw through Bai Qi's plan to gradually release his power.

But he didn't like it.

Bai Qi clenched his fist, his bones cracking. "Then try this punch!"

Despite this, Bai Qi didn't dare to actually throw a punch with all his might.

Instead, he changed tactics midway, turning his fist into a palm, and used a grappling technique to entangle and kill Qin Shi Huang's arm.

Arm locks, joint entanglements, leg trips, chokeholds, cross-lock chokeholds...

King Zheng of Qin slammed his fist into the ground, and Bai Qi immediately released his grip, his eyes filled with a defiant glint.

Although it wasn't the kind of fistfight Qin King Zheng preferred, a competitive fighting spirit still ignited in his eyes, and he beckoned Bai Qi.

"Again!"

This time, however, Bai Qi's moves changed again. Instead of grappling and strangling, he used ring fighting and wrestling techniques.

You should know that since entering Xianyang, he has been indulging in lavish meals and nourishing foods.

As his strength increased rapidly, the fat on his body also grew rapidly.

His weight had already soared from 160 pounds to nearly 200 pounds. Although he was still a bit shorter than King Zheng of Qin, his weight was almost the same as when he was sixteen.

After a slam, King Zheng of Qin's eyes visibly cleared.

But his fighting spirit was already at its peak.

So he wasn't invincible after all; so this is what pain feels like in battle; so this is the overwhelming joy of wanting to win...

King Zheng of Qin clenched his fist, "Again!"

Bai Qi's moves are ever-changing, mostly relying on grappling and unpredictable techniques; Qin Wang Zheng's court boxing, on the other hand, is steady and methodical, advancing step by step, with an abyss-like force and standing firm as a mountain.

The two clashed at lightning speed, but the next clash was even more intense.

Consequently, physical strength is consumed more quickly.

King Zheng of Qin, who had never experienced such thrills in battle, was so enthusiastic that he could not stop.

Bai Qi: "You're asking if a combat training target can stop? Of course not!"

until...

"What are you two doing?!"

A sharp female voice, accompanied by the booming sound of war drums from the high platform, rang out from both sides.

Empress Dowager Zhao Ji rushed over in a rage upon hearing that her own son and his lover had gotten into a fight.

But when he saw the two mud-covered monkeys rolling around in a ball, he couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"You two, stop fighting!"