"Presumptuous!" Tubazang was immediately furious: "His Royal Highness, King Zhao, has a noble status, how can he possibly fight with you? Get out of the way quickly, otherwise don't blame the chain hammer in my hand for being unkind!"
The man glanced at Tubazang, and finally took out a huge pig iron stick from the side.
It's not so much a stick as it is a sledgehammer connected together. The whole stick seems to weigh over a thousand kilograms. With a slight swing, there is an extremely strong wind in the air.
"Tubazang, we are already old acquaintances. You are no match for me. Get out of the way and let your King Zhao come over!"
Zhao Rui did not expect that the man in front of him was an old acquaintance of Tubazang. He laughed a few times and then dismounted.
"Okay, I accept your challenge, but the people in the city are using weapons so much that they may be accidentally injured. It is better for the two of us to fight with bare hands."
The man couldn't help but be stunned for a moment. The force of his punch was enough to weigh over a thousand kilograms, and it could knock an adult man into a pulp.
If a weapon is used, Zhao Rui may be able to dodge, but if it is with bare hands, Zhao Rui has absolutely no chance of winning.
While he was stunned, Zhao Rui's body flashed over and punched out loudly.
The sudden attack shocked the man, and he immediately dropped the pig iron stick in his hand, raised his fist and smashed it out.
Two extremely disproportionate fists, one large and one small, collided in mid-air, and the loud sound caused the onlookers to cover their ears.
After the two people separated, the man was completely stunned. He didn't expect that Zhao Rui's kung fu was so high. A casual punch would be so powerful that he not only protested with him, but also had an extremely powerful force.
Dark energy rushed into his body.
"Good work, if that's the case, then I don't have anything to worry about!"
The man ripped off his shirt and yelled, waving his fists and charging towards Zhao Rui.
This guy is really strong and has excellent kung fu, but it's a pity that he hasn't been trained by a famous teacher.
If there is a master to guide him, his skills can go even further.
"Gridan! Don't go too far! If you dare to hurt His Highness even a hair, I will never end it with you!"
Tubazang kept shouting warnings from the side, full of worry.
This time when he entered the city, he served as Zhao Rui's personal bodyguard. If something unexpected happened to Zhao Rui here, he really didn't know what to do.
Zhao Rui looked relaxed, his body flickered again, and he collided with Gridan.
The two of them went back and forth and fought more than forty moves, but they still couldn't decide the outcome.
There was another collision, and the two people separated from each other. Gridan stood there breathing heavily, and his huge body seemed to be shaking a little.
He relies on pure brute force, and each punch consumes energy, but Zhao Rui is different. With three hundred years of skill, he will not be tired even if he fights here for three days and three nights.
Gridan was shocked. He had been selected as a warrior in the Tubo Palace, but his purpose was to get his freedom and remove his family's status as a slave. After achieving his goal, he left the palace.
If he were here, Tubazang would not be able to become the first warrior.
In other words, in the entire Tubo Kingdom, except for the national master Jiu Hong, he can be regarded as the number one master.
But now Zhao Rui was not only able to tie with him, but also had the upper hand, especially the Anjing that kept rushing into his body, making him miserable.