The charming widow of the Marquis's mansion: The stable boy carries the flag and raises the dra

Wang Long's opponent in the final was Shen Yue.

The commander of the Marquis's guard was in his early thirties. He had a stern face and a tall, slender figure. Standing there, he resembled a javelin, exuding a sharp and imposing aura.

A mid-level second-grade warrior.

Among all the servants in the Marquis's mansion, he was undoubtedly the strongest in terms of combat power!

Shen Yue walked slowly to the center of the field, his gaze falling on Wang Long. There was no contempt in his eyes, only the calmness of a hunter examining his prey.

"please!"

As Shen Yue spoke, he slowly assumed a fighting stance.

He pressed his hands down, palms facing down, fingers slightly bent, like a tiger poised to pounce.

Spiritual energy circulated around him, causing his clothes to flutter without wind, and fine cracks appeared on the blue brick floor beneath his feet, spreading outwards.

The people in the courtyard stepped back, making room for more people.

"A second-rank martial artist is indeed different!"

"His aura is on a completely different level from Zhang's."

"No matter how powerful that old man is, he can't possibly be a match for Commander Shen, can he?"

"A second-rank official versus a first-rank official, the difference is obvious, there's no suspense."

Amidst the whispers, Wang Long returned the greeting with a smile.

"Commander Shen, please!"

But in his cloudy old eyes, reflecting the spiritual energy flowing around Shen Yue, a glint of light flickered deep within his pupils.

Luo Hanyi sat upright in the main seat, staring at the scene with a slight frown.

Second-rank official versus first-rank official.

The difference in their levels of understanding is stark; it's a real chasm.

Although Wang Long had been practicing with her for several days, he had only been a martial artist for three days and his foundation was still shallow.

There's absolutely no chance of winning!

Qin Minglan leaned against the pillar, looked at Wang Long, and then at Shen Yue.

"I hope this old man doesn't get beaten to death?"

Qin Minglan muttered something, her tone carrying a hint of worry that she herself didn't even realize.

After all, only Wang Long can take care of Taxue. If he dies, who will take care of Taxue?

"Take this!"

Shen Yue made the first move.

He pushed off the ground with both feet and shot out like an arrow, his speed astonishing, leaving a trail of afterimages in his wake.

The fist, imbued with sharp spiritual energy, aimed straight for Wang Long's chest.

This punch had no fancy moves, only one word—

fast!

Extremely fast!

Wang Long's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively dodged to the left.

The fist grazed his clothes, the force of the wind stinging his face.

"boom--!"

The punch missed its mark, striking the ground behind him. The blue bricks shattered, and rubble flew everywhere, leaving a crater about a foot deep.

Before Wang Long could even regain his footing, Shen Yue's second punch had already landed.

This time it was a sweeping attack, targeting his neck.

Wang Long hastily raised his arm to block.

"Bang--!"

With a dull thud, Wang Long was jolted several steps to the right, his arm went numb, and his bones groaned as if they were about to break.

The strength of a second-rank martial artist is indeed incomparable to that of a first-rank one.

Shen Yue gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The third punch, the fourth punch, the fifth punch—

Punches rained down one after another, like a storm.

Wang Long was overwhelmed and could only passively parry, retreating step by step, forced into a sorry state.

His sleeves were torn by the force of the punches, revealing his withered arms covered in bruises.

"The old man is about to collapse!"

"That's more like it. How could a horse breeder possibly beat Commander Shen?"

"It's already quite impressive that they've lasted this long; anyone else would have collapsed by now."

The servants in the courtyard all spoke up, feeling that the outcome was already decided.

Luo Hanyi stared intently at the aged figure in the arena who was being forced to retreat step by step, her brows furrowed, and a barely perceptible tension flashed deep in her eyes.

"That old geezer..."

She gritted her teeth, her voice so low that only she could hear it.

"Why won't you admit defeat? Don't die here!"

Wang Long is already very strong to have survived under Shen Yue's command for so long!

Qin Minglan didn't expect Wang Long to last so long. To be honest, she wouldn't have had the courage to face a second-grade martial artist when she was at that level.

In the field.

Shen Yue threw another punch. Wang Long dodged to the side, but was still grazed on the shoulder by the force of the punch. He was spun around and staggered back several steps, almost falling.

Shen Yue withdrew his fist and did not continue the pursuit.

He stood in the center of the field, his breathing steady, coldly looking at Wang Long.

"Your combat instincts are strong, but unfortunately, the gap in skill level is too large."

"Admit defeat. I don't want to kill an old man."

Wang Long steadied himself, stretched his sore and numb arms, and grinned.

His smile looked rather awkward, because blood had been drawn from the corner of his mouth.

"Commander Shen, this old servant's bones can still hold up."

Shen Yue frowned.

"You're courting death! If I use my spiritual technique, I won't be able to control my power!"

Wang Long did not answer, but slowly picked up a branch from the ground.

The branch was about the thickness of a thumb and a foot long. It had fallen from a tree that had been broken in the yard. It was ordinary and unremarkable.

Wang Long held the tree branch horizontally in front of him and closed his eyes.

The people in the courtyard looked at each other in bewilderment.

What is he doing with that tree branch?

"Did he get beaten senseless?"

"What use is a broken tree branch?"

Qin Minglan was also stunned, her almond-shaped eyes wide open.

"This old bastard... he's using a tree branch to fight Shen Yue?"

Luo Hanyi's gaze suddenly sharpened.

She noticed that the moment Wang Long closed his eyes, his aura changed.

Although he was still at the level of a first-grade martial artist, there was something inexplicable in his aura.

Sharp.

It's like a sharp sword hidden in a worn-out scabbard, slowly being drawn.

Shen Yue also sensed it.

His pupils contracted slightly, and he subconsciously took half a step back, then stopped, a hint of annoyance flashing in his eyes.

How could a second-rank martial artist like myself be so frightened by an old man with a tree branch that I had to back away?

It's a disgrace.

"Playing tricks!"

Shen Yue let out a cold shout and threw out both fists at the same time, channeling spiritual energy into his arms, and a faint blue luster appeared on his fists.

This is the mid-level Yellow Grade spiritual technique he cultivated, "Wind-Breaking Fist".

His all-out attack!

"The Third Form of the Wind-Breaking Fist: Gale!"

With a roar from Shen Yue, his fists, imbued with violent spiritual energy, slammed towards Wang Long like two cannonballs.

A strong wind howled, whipping up pebbles from the ground and sending them flying in all directions.

Just as the fist was less than three feet away from Wang Long—

Wang Long opened his eyes.

His eyes flashed with a sharp light!

For a moment, everyone had a strange feeling—

Wang Long has changed.

No longer the hunched-over, lowly old stable boy.

It was a sword.

A sharp sword that has been sealed for 68 years has finally been drawn!

The Great Void Breaking Illusion Sword Technique - First Form!

Dispel illusions!

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Long sent the ordinary tree branch tracing a mysterious arc.

There was no burst of inspiration.

It lacked dazzling brilliance.

There is only one pure one—

Sword energy!

An invisible sword aura shot out from the tip of the tree branch, silent and stealthy, yet carrying a chilling sharpness!

Shen Yue's pupils dilated to their maximum size in an instant.

He sensed it.

Although the sword energy was invisible, it was like a real sharp sword, stabbing straight at his chest!

He wanted to escape, but his body wouldn't obey him.

Not because of fear, but because—

That sword energy was too fast!

It was so fast that he didn't even have time to react!

"laugh--!"