The saintess is pregnant, what does that have to do with me, a spoiled brat?

Xu Weiguo and Old Chen exchanged a glance.

Both of them looked hesitant.

Xu Weiguo frowned, looking Xu Nuo up and down at her thin frame.

"Are you serious?"

"These roughnecks killed countless people on the battlefield; they've mastered all sorts of killing techniques."

"They have absolutely no sense of restraint when they hit."

"You haven't even condensed your qi and blood yet... cough, aren't you just asking for a beating if you go up there?"

Xu Weiguo swallowed the word "waste" back down.

This is his own nephew.

If he bumps or bruises himself, the old man will skin him alive when he gets back.

Old Chen stroked his beard, looking troubled.

"Young Master, real combat is no child's play."

"The 'Breaking the Formation Technique' is inherently fierce and domineering, emphasizing unwavering advance."

"Once a fight breaks out, it's difficult to control one's strength when one's blood and qi surge."

"How about I demonstrate it for you slowly?"

Xu Nuo shook his head.

"Drills are useless."

"How can you find defects without personally experiencing the flow of Qi and blood?"

He twisted his neck, and his bones made a crisp cracking sound.

"Don't worry, Second Uncle, I know what I'm doing."

"If I really can't hold on any longer, I'll just call a halt."

"Besides, aren't you guys watching over us?"

Looking at Xu Nuo's confident expression, Old Chen felt a little uneasy.

This young master seems like a completely different person today.

He used to avoid martial arts training grounds, but today he actually asked to be beaten up.

He turned to look at Xu Weiguo.

Xu Weiguo was also completely bewildered. He shrugged, indicating that he couldn't understand the kid's methods either.

Old Chen remained silent for a moment.

"Since Your Highness insists on trying, then let's give it a try."

He turned around and shouted at the crowd, "Stop it, everyone!"

The hundreds of shirtless men on the field all stopped what they were doing.

Sweat dripped down their muscles as everyone looked curiously at the high platform.

Old Chen cleared his throat.

"The young master intends to personally spar with you."

"Who's willing to lend a hand?"

The words fell.

The vast training ground was completely silent.

The hundreds of people looked at each other, and no one said a word.

Xu Nuo frowned slightly.

These soldiers are scoundrels, and they're quite arrogant.

After a moment of silence, a centurion with a fierce face stepped forward.

He scratched his head, his tone somewhat perfunctory.

"Old Chen, aren't you putting your brothers in a difficult position?"

"We practice killing techniques, we don't need sparring partners."

"If we win this battle, the young master will lose face."

"If we deliberately lost, the brothers wouldn't act it out."

"If a punch or kick goes awry and injures the young master's precious body, we roughnecks can't afford the consequences."

As soon as the centurion said this, a low murmur of laughter immediately rose from the crowd.

The meaning is obvious.

Nobody wants to play house with a spoiled brat.

It's a thankless task.

Old Chen's face darkened.

"It's just a friendly exchange of moves, nothing more, what's there to be afraid of?"

However, no one on the field moved.

These old soldiers, who crawled out of piles of corpses, only respected the strong.

They looked down on Xu Nuo, the notorious playboy of the capital.

He promised not to get angry.

He twisted his neck, stepped down from the platform, and entered the arena.

"Since no one is taking the initiative, then I, the young master, will choose for myself."

Xu Nuo's gaze swept across the crowd.

The soldiers whose gaze fell upon him all turned their heads away, avoiding his eyes.

Nobody wants to take on this hot potato.

Xu Nuo's gaze finally settled on a man who was nearly two meters tall and as strong as a bear.

The man had bulging muscles all over his body, and a hideous knife scar on his chest.

"You're the one."

Xu Nuo pointed at him.

The centurion who had just spoken changed his expression and quickly stepped forward.

"Your Highness, you mustn't."

"This is a capable officer in my battalion, named Wang Tieniu."

"This kid has superhuman strength and fights like a madman. He's a complete roughneck."

"He doesn't know his own strength; you should try a different weakness."

The centurion spoke politely, but his eyes betrayed a hint of disdain.

With the young master's small frame, if Wang Tieniu punched him, he'd probably be bedridden for half a month.

Xu Nuo shook his head.

"No need to change it."

"He's the one."

Seeing that he couldn't persuade him, the centurion could only sigh helplessly.

He turned to look at Wang Tieniu and whispered his instructions.

"Tie Niu, know your limits."

"Whatever you do, don't hurt the young master."

"These rich kids are just here on a whim, looking for some fun in the military camp."

"Just play along with him for a bit, make him back down, and he probably won't come back again."

Wang Tieniu responded in a muffled voice.

"Understood, boss."

He strode up to Xu Nuo and gave her a perfunctory fist salute.

"Young Master, please forgive me."

Xu Nuo looked at his nonchalant demeanor and a cold smile curled at the corner of her lips.

"Don't hide it."

"Give it your all, go all out."

Wang Tieniu chuckled inwardly.

Going all out?

I could punch the shit out of you.

But he still nodded respectfully on the surface.

"Yes."

Before he could finish speaking...

Wang Tieniu suddenly took a step forward, his fist, as big as a sandbag, hurtling towards Xu Nuo's face with a whistling sound.

Although the punch was delivered with reduced force, it was extremely fast.

In everyone's eyes, Xu Nuo was someone they couldn't escape.

Xu Weiguo, watching from the side, felt a pang of anxiety and instinctively wanted to speak up to stop them.

however.

Xu Nuo didn't even move a step.

He simply tilted his head slightly.

The force of the punch whistled past his ear.

Wang Tieniu was taken aback.

Did he dodge it?

It's just a coincidence.

He let out a low growl, turned his fist into a claw, and fiercely grabbed at Xu Nuo's shoulder.

Xu Nuo darted away like an eel.

Immediately afterwards, Wang Tieniu launched a fierce and relentless offensive.

Fist, foot, elbow, knee.

Every move was ruthless, causing one's blood and qi to surge.

But strangely enough...

No matter how he attacked, he couldn't even touch the hem of Xu Nuo's clothes.

Xu Nuo moved with the ease of a stroll, dodging Wang Tieniu's attacks with the slightest precision each time.

Even his breathing remained perfectly steady.

The atmosphere on the field gradually changed.

The soldiers who had been watching the show lost their laughter, replaced by solemnity.

The centurion's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

How is that possible?

Although Wang Tieniu has not yet reached the ninth rank, he can still exchange blows even if he encounters a real ninth-rank martial artist.

How could they not even touch the hem of the young master's clothes?

On the high platform.

Xu Weiguo's mouth dropped open, his jaw almost falling to the ground.

Chen Zhu's folding fan stopped in mid-air; he forgot to wave it.

Liuli's beautiful eyes widened in shock.

But the most shocked person was Mr. Chen.

The former commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army was now staring intently at Xu Nuo, who was handling the situation with ease.

His breathing even became increasingly rapid.

Xu Weiguo noticed Chen Lao's unusual behavior and quickly went over to him.

"Mr. Chen, what's wrong?"

"That kid Xu Nuo... what kind of movement technique is that?"

Chen Zhu and Liu Li also perked up their ears.

Old Chen stared intently at Xu Nuo, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty.

He took a deep breath and slowly began to speak:

"I can't see through it."

"The young master showed no signs of internal energy fluctuations, but his dodges were always perfectly timed, as if he knew exactly where Wang Tieniu's next move would be."

Xu Weiguo was stunned: "That's...?"

Old Chen narrowed his eyes and said calmly:

"I don't know either. It seems the young master has never been exposed to martial arts?"

"Could it be that you've read some similar books and learned some theory?"

Xu Weiguo swallowed hard: "This... how many books would one have to read to do that?"

Old Chen didn't answer, but stared intently at the figure in the arena, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.

In the field.

Wang Tieniu is almost going crazy.

Every punch and kick he threw seemed to hit thin air.

The other person is right in front of you, but you just can't touch them.

"what!"

Wang Tieniu roared and, without regard for anything else, punched Xu Nuo in the chest.

This time, Xu Nuo didn't dodge.

He raised a finger and gently tapped it on Wang Tieniu's fist.

"The center of gravity was off this punch."

"Sink down."

Wang Tieniu was stunned.

He subconsciously did as Xu Nuo had said, shifting his weight downwards.

Xu Nuo spoke again: "Don't shrug your shoulders when you throw a punch. The power comes from the ground, from your waist and hips."

Wang Tieniu did as instructed.

"Bang!"

The punch produced a sonic boom.

Wang Tieniu himself was startled.

Xu Nuo nodded: "Yes, that's the feeling."

"I've got it. I'll practice this way from now on."

Wang Tieniu stood there, staring at his fist, completely dumbfounded.

On the high platform.

Old Chen suddenly stood up, knocking over his chair.

"This...how is this possible?"

Xu Weiguo was also dumbfounded; although he was not as good as Old Chen.

But having been immersed in martial arts for many years, he immediately said incredulously:

"That promise from that kid actually worked!"