"Can this general do it?"

"Challenge all the warriors of the clan on your own?"

"Isn't this too conceited?"

"The body of the Han man on the stage looks so thin compared to King Mighty. It feels like he will be completely crushed in a wrestling match!"

"Forget about wrestling, how can the riding and archery skills that we have practiced since childhood be comparable to those of the Han people?"

As Zhao Tong slowly stepped onto the ring.

The Qiang people gathered around the stage couldn't help but start talking among themselves.

His face and eyes showed nothing but a look of indifference and belittling.

Zhao Tong was so confident.

No one in the Qiang world believed that he could single-handedly compete with the strongest warrior carefully selected among the entire clan.

Not only that.

Now even the eldest prince, who was always on the side of King Shenlang Qiang, had a look of disdain on his face.

"Hmph, how dare the Han people deserve to be compared with our Qiang warriors?"

"Are you so naive that you can defeat them all by yourself?"

After having such thoughts in my mind.

The next moment the eldest prince's face suddenly showed a fierce look.

He quietly summoned the leader of the guards and whispered something into his ear.

"You go secretly and tell King Dali that when he fights against this Han, he should strike harder."

"If even a mere Han man dares to speak arrogant words, without seriously injuring him, wouldn't it be damaging to the reputation of our Qiang people?"

A series of words spewed out.

Looking at the stern look on his eldest prince's face.

The leader of the guards did not hesitate at all, and left with an excuse to give instructions on this matter.

After everything is ready.

Under the announcement of the second prince.

The fight officially begins.

The first game is a swordsmanship competition.

Since this is for a martial arts competition, there is no need to kill the enemy.

Zhao Tong also did not use the famous sword Qingzhijian given to him by his father.

Instead, he casually replaced it with an ordinary long sword handed over by the Qiang people.

Oncoming was a middle-aged Qiang man with a long sword in his hand, a slender face, a height of more than eight feet, and a thin body.

His expression was extremely stern. After staring at Zhao Tong quietly for a while, he raised his sword and said in an extremely cold tone:

"Come on, I'll let you make the move first."

Look at the contempt this person has for himself in his words.

When Zhao Tong saw this, he would not talk morally with him.

The sword is dancing in his right hand.

Then he saw the long sword sparking several sword flowers in mid-air.

Follow closely.

Zhao Tong's figure moved quickly.

The shadow of the sword also fluttered accordingly.

A sword stabbed through.

It also flashed by almost as fast as thunder.

People around him didn't even have time to see clearly how Zhao Tong took action.

The tip of the sword is already directly at the throat of the Qiang swordsman, very close at hand!

The original swordsman saw that the Han man in front of him was so young, and he was conceited about his swordsmanship, so he didn't pay much attention to it at all.

Even if he was allowed to take action first, there was no sign of vigilance in his body.

As soon as this sword is released.

The Qiang swordsman immediately felt that this blow was extraordinary.

He had always been proficient in swordsmanship, but was shocked by Zhao Tong's sword.

The control of strength...

The speed of drawing the sword...

And there was an inexplicable heavy and depressing aura.

He instantly felt a strong threat.

"This person should not be underestimated!"

This was the first sentence that came to mind after seeing Zhao Tong.

But he didn't even have a chance to draw his sword to block.

A long sword was pointed directly in front of the swordsman's throat.

It left him with no room to move.

Defeat the enemy with one move!

For a moment, the onlookers surrounding the ring were stunned.

"This...this?"

"This Han man looks young, but his swordsmanship is so good?"

"Suddenly, he subdued the number one swordsman selected by the whole clan with one move?"

"Are you really that strong?"

As the Qiang people, old and young, who were watching came and went, they were talking.

Their faces and eyes showed deep unconfidence.

But it's not just that.

At this moment, the wrinkled face of King Shenlang Qiang, who was sitting at the top and was ready to laugh, could not help but change color slightly.

He didn't expect it either.

The best swordsman in his clan was defeated so easily?

Still defeated at the hands of a Han Chinese who was no more than 20 years old.

The eldest prince on one side was slightly shocked when he saw this, but his expression returned to its original state in the blink of an eye, still showing disdain.

Deep down in my heart I was still thinking to myself: "It's just a fluke!"

"I don't believe you can be so omnipotent?"

"So what if you win in swordsmanship? Can you beat me in horsemanship and archery?"

"Hmph!"

The cold snorts were enough to feel the disdain between the eldest princes.

As for Huo Yi and his entourage who were watching the battle from the audience at this moment.

At this time, his face was already full of smiles.

Your own general defeats the enemy with one move.

It was like giving them a shot in the arm.

At this moment, Huo Yi did not forget to encourage his followers: "Brothers, relax!"

"The general's father is General Huwei. We don't have to doubt General Zhao's riding skills and archery skills."

"According to this, the general will definitely win in these two competitions."

"The general is mighty!"

"mighty!"

After defeating the enemy with one move, everyone's mood was extremely good.

Now after some encouragement from Huo Yi.

Everyone unconsciously shouted silently in their hearts.
To be continued...