The Demonic Crown Prince

The spear was about three ren long, weighed forty-six jin, and was as thick as a duck egg. It was incredibly heavy to hold in one's hand.

This spear, also known as the Overlord Spear, accompanied Emperor Taizu in his conquests of the world for thirty years, establishing the Great Ye Kingdom and weathering countless storms and vicissitudes.

Even now, 150 years later, this gun remains as heavy as ever, without a trace of rust, and its tip still gleams with a cold light, as if it could take a life at any moment.

"What a great gun!" Li Yuan sighed.

Although he had handled countless cold weapons, and even personally crafted cold weapons that could beat up curry soldiers, he had never felt the extraordinary texture of this gun before.

He vaguely sensed that this gun was comparable to the pinnacle of modern craftsmanship.

The spear is in two pieces, which can be folded into two short spears for close combat, or combined into a powerful long spear.

With the weight of this spear, it's not just good as a gun; it's also great as a heavy weapon for slashing and smashing.

Of course, for an ordinary person, even swinging it a few times would be difficult, let alone going to the battlefield.

But for him, this was not a problem at all.

He had previously complained that all the weapons were too light, but this gun was exactly what he wanted; it was incredibly easy to use.

"Tomorrow, it's all up to you. Let's see what those Western Wilderness people are capable of!"

Li Yuan murmured, gently stroking the gun.

Placing the gun on his lap, Li Yuan felt its weight and texture. In the flickering lamplight, he seemed to have a mysterious feeling of becoming one with the gun.

At that moment, he began to vaguely understand what it meant for a person and a weapon to become one.

……

Funing Garden.

At this moment, the Third Prince Li Feng sat under a solitary lamp. The flickering light cast a drifting shadow on the windowpane, making him look like a ghost.

"Li Yuan really has a way with things; he actually managed to portray the actions against him as treason."

The Emperor was truly enraged and actually sent that mad dog Wang Dahai to investigate the case, which indeed made things a bit more complicated.

Seriously, this is giving me a headache.

Li Feng pinched the bridge of his nose, his face pale, and muttered to himself.

"This Li Yuan is truly brave and fierce. He actually managed to break two crossbows with his own strength, and all of the dozen or so assassins we trained also perished there."

The man in black beside him said in a low voice, reached out and crushed the hard knot in the wick, stopping the flame from flickering.

"Brave? Heh, no matter how brave he is, as long as he takes that spear of the founding emperor, he will be dead tomorrow."

Li Feng smiled coldly.

"That's true. How heavy was the Emperor Taizu's spear? Even if he had some brute strength and could wield it, how long could he wield it?"

I'm afraid he'll be exhausted in the time it takes for half an incense stick to burn.

Once he's exhausted, it becomes his nightmare.

The Third Prince used the Emperor Taizu's spear as a sugar-coated poison bait to lure Li Yuan into swallowing it whole, and then used the tiger to devour the wolf. This two-pronged strategy was truly brilliant!

Tomorrow, Li Yuan will die. "

The man in black exclaimed in admiration.

"Even if Li Yuan is dead, the pit he dug is still really annoying."

After all, this matter involves so-called treason, which is no small matter, and His Majesty has unleashed Wang Dahai, this mad dog, to bite people...

"It's troublesome, indeed quite troublesome."

Li Feng let out a sigh of relief.

"Then we can only wait until Li Yuan dies and then find a suitable scapegoat."

The man in black said in a low voice.

"That's all we can do. Let's just take it one step at a time."

My dear older brother is quite cunning; even on his deathbed, he still managed to give me some more trouble…”

Li Feng looked out the window, his eyes cold and sharp.

……

I woke up feeling refreshed and energized.

Li Yuan ate half a pound of meat and five large steamed buns, and drank two large bowls of porridge, but he was still not quite satisfied.

This appetite astonished Wang Wanquan and his group.

Good heavens, the prince can not only fight, but he can also eat a lot!

After the meal, Li Yuan led his men directly to the Jingji Training Ground.

Upon arriving at the Jingji Training Ground, they saw that many people had already arrived, and two people were already seated in the front row of the Da Ye Martial Arts Competition area.

One was Jiang Zhanyue, and the other was a man around thirty years old with a ruddy complexion. Although he was not tall, only about 17 feet, he was extremely sturdy, a typical tough guy.

That man was none other than Yan Poshan, the chief instructor of the Imperial Guard and the First Inner Guard!

After meeting Emperor Jinglong and the officials in the stands, Li Yuan sat down in the martial arts competition area.

"You're late again," Jiang Zhanyue said, glancing at him indifferently.

"It hasn't even started yet," Li Yuan laughed.

"Poshan greets King Qin!" Yan Poshan was very polite and dared not be negligent. He stood up and bowed to Li Yuan.

"You are much more polite than General Jiang," Li Yuan said with a smile and a nod.

Yan Poshan choked, looking at Jiang Zhanyue with some embarrassment.

Jiang Zhanyue ignored everyone and looked directly at the opposite side. Suddenly, his aura changed, and a fierce rage ignited in his eyes—the flames of revenge.

Li Yuan followed her gaze and saw that the delegation from the Western Wilderness Kingdom was entering the training ground through a side gate and walking towards them.

A little later, three people sat down in the martial arts competition seats opposite them, looking over with disdain and contempt.

Among the three men, one was a colossal giant over two ren tall. He slammed a huge club into the ground with a loud thud, causing the ground to crack.

The other was a square-headed, square-bodied man, about the same height as Yan Poshan, but much more muscular. He carried a huge, exaggeratedly curved scimitar at his waist.

There was another person, who turned out to be a woman. She was tall and slender, with blonde hair, blue eyes, and snow-white skin. She was extremely beautiful and had a strong exotic charm.

She carried a giant bow wrapped in gold thread and a huge quiver on her back.

"Your Majesty, the warriors of our Western Wilderness Kingdom have all arrived. When shall we begin the martial arts competition?"

Huyan Gucang looked towards the stands and called out from afar.

"We can begin at any time," Emperor Jinglong snorted.

Privy Councilor Zhao Shanhe then announced in a long voice, "According to the results of yesterday's negotiations, this martial arts competition will primarily consist of foot combat, with no restrictions on the methods used. The winner will be the victor. Each round will be a single-person battle, and the victor can either take turns fighting or be replaced by another person for a rest, continuing until all three members of one side have lost."

"It means killing all of your people, and even if only one of us is left, we're still the winners, right?"

Huyan Gucang laughed heartily.

"You son of a bitch!" Li Yuan was instantly enraged. This guy was too arrogant!

"How dare you! Ignorant envoy from the Western Wilderness! Our Great Ye is full of talented people, how dare you be so arrogant?"

Zhao Shanhe roared angrily.

"Arrogant? You'll soon find out what true strength is!"

Huyan Gucang said disdainfully.

"To ensure fairness in the martial arts competition, everyone except the participants must stay off the field."

Each team selects one person as its leader. If one side raises a white flag during the competition, it is considered a surrender, and the other side is prohibited from attacking!

Zhao Shanhe took a deep breath and continued reading the rules of the martial arts competition.