We'll have you impersonate the Crown Prince and create a prosperous era for the Great Qian Dyna

Zhou Tiancheng has seen real kung fu before when he was filming.

Many of the older generation of martial arts instructors possessed genuine skills.

They may not be the strongest, but they taught Zhou Tiancheng a move or two, which was enough for him to deal with several ordinary people.

Now, he also wants to see the difference between himself and the mighty soldiers of ancient times.

He looked directly at the last person and immediately stated his conditions.

"You've won. You'll have meat, wine, and bitter melon—whatever you want. Even if you desire women, I can bestow upon you a few palace maids!"

The man immediately stopped laughing.

He hesitated for a moment, then dismounted.

"What constitutes a win?"

Zhou Tiancheng pointed to the ground.

"I don't ask for life or death, but if one of us has to lie on the ground unable to move, the other wins!"

Without further ado, the man began to remove his armor and helmet, revealing a young face.

He spread his arms wide and stared intently at Zhou Tiancheng.

now.

The most nervous person was Steward Liu, who had one hand hidden in his sleeve and his eyes fixed on the center of the field.

As long as Zhou Tiancheng is in danger, he will make these alien races regret being born as humans!

Zhou Tiancheng didn't think that much about it. Instead of retreating, he took the initiative to pounce.

The moment the two sides made contact, Zhou Tiancheng immediately regretted it.

Nima.

How can this person be so strong?

He's been eating meat every day lately and training hard to improve his physique, but once you get close to him, he's like a woman, easily knocked to the ground!

The man took a step back and gave Zhou Tiancheng a provocative look.

"Shall we continue?"

Zhou Tiancheng got up.

"continue!"

He continued charging forward, but this time he changed his attack method.

If brute force can't win, then use skill.

The result is obvious.

Zhou Tiancheng was knocked to the ground again.

He didn't say anything and continued to get up.

once.

twice.

three times!

In the end, the other party got a little annoyed and hit a little harder. Zhou Tiancheng's back slammed onto the muddy ground with a loud thud, and Zhou Tiancheng grimaced in pain.

The leading cavalryman couldn't help but shout a rebuke.

"Tenth Prince! This is the Crown Prince!"

The man then realized that the person he was fighting was no ordinary person!

"It's okay, continue!"

Zhou Tiancheng got up again, grimaced, rubbed his back, and continued to lunge forward.

He's like an indomitable cockroach; every time he falls, he struggles to get up and keep fighting.

Because Zhou Tiancheng knew very well.

He didn't possess unparalleled martial arts skills, nor did he have a reputation or charisma that made people bow down in worship. He wasn't a succubus, nor was he Xiang Yu. All he could rely on was his willpower to survive!

He was knocked down time and time again, but he got back up again and again.

Later, Zhou Tiancheng was exhausted and his body was covered in sores that he fell back to the ground when he tried to get up.

But Zhou Tiancheng did not give up; he still got up.

Even our opponents are impressed!

"I'll just admit defeat, okay?"

Zhou Tiancheng shook his head.

"You win."

"I didn't manage to take you down even once today. Your skills are superior to mine. You won, and that's that. The agreed-upon conditions remain unchanged. Just talk to Steward Liu, and he will grant your request."

"However, my loss today doesn't mean I'll lose in the future. I just haven't been training regularly. Wait until I've trained for a few days before coming back to you!"

He tried to get up, but fell to the ground again.

Even Steward Liu couldn't bear to watch any longer and wanted to come over to help him up, but Zhou Tiancheng refused.

This Crown Prince of the Great Qian Dynasty, one of the most distinguished people in the world, stood up like an old man, his back hunched, and limped toward the military camp.

The ten cavalrymen looked at each other in bewilderment.

This seems a bit different from what they expected.

They could easily see that this was a ruse, a self-inflicted injury.

The problem is that when a prince actually puts on this self-inflicted injury ruse, they are somewhat shaken in their hearts.

The leader pondered for a moment, then turned to a cavalryman beside him and spoke.

"Second son, starting tomorrow, you will go and teach the Crown Prince combat skills."

"The Crown Prince is right. Just because he lost today doesn't mean he'll lose in the future."

The nine riders behind him were all stunned for a moment.

"Boss, what's going on?"

The leading cavalryman shook his head.

"In any case, he will always be a prince."

"A self-inflicted injury might win you someday, but it can't win you forever. He's not unaware of this; what he wants to demonstrate isn't a self-inflicted injury, but rather the Crown Prince's magnanimity and spirit!"

"And what about us?"

"A victory is a victory, but we must win with style! Even if we return to the Duke's side, we'll at least have taught him the art of combat; we don't owe him anything!"

The group nodded in agreement.

However, a few cavalrymen still subconsciously glanced at Zhou Tiancheng's departing figure.

Even though they knew the Crown Prince was using a ruse to lure them into surrendering, they still wavered a little.

On the other end.

When Zhou Tiancheng returned to his tent, he immediately grimaced, hissing and gasping for breath.

Chief Steward Liu, looking distressed, led the imperial physician in.

"Your Highness, why are you doing this?"

"They're tough guys who fought their way through the battlefield, why are you arguing with them?"

Zhou Tiancheng lay face down on the bed, and the imperial physician tore open his clothes, revealing bruised and battered skin, and carefully applied medicine.

Hearing what Steward Liu said, Zhou Tiancheng shook his head.

"Old Liu, what you have to face will have to be faced sooner or later. If you don't suffer today, you'll only be waiting for Third Brother to come and chop off your head later!"

"I'd rather live than suffer."

"Of course, I would be content if it could make all of you live better lives."

Tears welled up in Steward Liu's eyes, and he spoke with some indignation.

"This old servant also knows a little martial arts, Your Highness. Would you like this old servant to teach you?"

"It's better than getting beaten up like this!"

Zhou Tiancheng smiled.

"It's alright, Lao Liu. I'm not in pain. It's just that I haven't moved in a long time, and I'm a little out of sorts."

"It will feel better after applying the medicine."

Now Steward Liu fell silent, watching quietly as the imperial physician applied medicine to Zhou Tiancheng.

But today is just the beginning.

The next morning, Zhou Tiancheng got up early as usual to train his troops.

The ten ghosts of Fengcheng were stunned for a moment when they saw him.

No, after being beaten up like that yesterday, how can you act like nothing happened today?

They stared intently at the Crown Prince, and when they saw Zhou Tiancheng's rather strange posture as he descended the steps, they realized that the Crown Prince was putting on a brave face.

Before they could react, Zhou Tiancheng had already started shouting.

"A twenty-mile morning run, I'll be with you all, everyone get ready!"

Amidst the astonished gazes of the Ten Ghosts of Fengcheng, Zhou Tiancheng and all the soldiers shouldered their loads, preparing to begin their daily training.

The ten people were already somewhat stunned.

The prince twisted his ankle going down the stairs, clearly injured. Is he still going to participate in training?

They couldn't help but admire it.

Even when they were with Zheng Rong, they weren't this harsh on him!