A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace

Chapter 1085: Martial Contest 1

"Good!"It seemed like Prince Jin was expecting this scene.

He thought to himself: This kid is indeed quite clueless.

So young and naive, yet dares to boast so shamelessly.

It seems the people of the Great Chu Dynasty are quite boastful indeed!

He let out a cold laugh.

"Are you sure you want to duel with a warrior from Western Xia?"

Zhao Junyan was somewhat surprised.

"Is there any reason to doubt this?!"

Prince Jin snorted coldly.

’The brat sure is arrogant!’

’Soon, he’ll learn that boasting comes with a price!’

"Since the Seventh Prince is so eager, I won’t dampen your spirits!"

"How about this, I’ll call in a few warriors, and you can choose one as you like?"

Zhao Junyan smiled faintly.

"I don’t know much, it’s better for King Western Xia to assign one to me!"

If he chose by himself.

King Western Xia would surely claim he picked the weakest, then how would he have anything to say?

So, better to let you choose, and if you lose, you can’t complain!

This approach is more direct!

Prince Jin squinted his eyes.

’Good boy, he won’t cry until he sees the coffin.’

Then choose.

He turned and softly instructed his confidant.

Before long.

A Western Xia warrior entered the arena.

The civil and military officials sized him up from head to toe, sobering up from alcohol by seven or eight parts.

This man stood nine feet, with a rugged face, his expression fierce and menacing.

But that was not the most striking feature; it was his solid muscles.

The half-exposed arm from beneath the animal hide.

Each piece of strong muscle was as hard as bars of iron, and that was just the exposed part.

The enormous bulges wrapped under the animal hide were truly terrifying.

Everyone gasped.

Some secretly gave Zhao Junyan a meaningful look.

’Seventh Highness, if you can’t handle it, don’t force yourself, that arm can kill with one punch!’

’Seventh Prince, just admit defeat, after all, life is precious!’

’My Prince, you must stay calm!’

Zhao Junyan received these messages with a light smile on his lips.

’Do they all underestimate me so much?’

Big guy, huh? Looks intimidating, right?

But he’s not afraid in the slightest.

Zhao Junyan stepped forward.

"Prince Jin, the warrior you’re referring to... is him?"

Others may not know, but he was well aware.

Such a big guy looked intimidating, but his greatest advantage was merely his strength.

In a duel with such an opponent.

The key is to use one’s strengths to attack the enemy’s weaknesses.

Find a weak spot and attack it relentlessly; this wall of muscle will quickly come crashing down.

Zhao Junyan showed no change in expression.

Prince Jin sneered.

"What? Are you scared now?"

"Seventh Prince, if you’re afraid, it’s not too late to regret now!"

"Our Western Xia warriors believe in willing participation, fairness, and justice in duels!"

As he said this.

His gaze fell on Zhao Junyan’s short and thin body, with sarcasm in his eyes becoming increasingly evident.

Zhao Junyan shook his head.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Prince Jin, I was just asking casually!"

"If you’re ready, let’s begin!"

With that, he removed his outer robe and came to the open space in front of the dance floor, barehanded.

Prince Jin was a bit thwarted.

But seeing that this ignorant young man was about to meet his end, he decided to forgive him.

He gestured to the samurai.

"Go ahead, don’t embarrass us Western Xia!"

"Just remember, stop at the right moment, don’t take a life!"

Prince Jin added one last sentence, directed at that warrior.

But the tone was clearly meant for the Seventh Prince and the Great Chu people, full of malice and sarcasm.

Zhao Junyan didn’t mind.

He looked at the ’wall of muscle’ towering over him with calm eyes and no fear.

The civil and military officials behind him were all sweating for him.

Some even ran to notify the Emperor.

After all, if something fatal really happened, everyone present would be in trouble.

...

As the fight was about to start.

Zhao Junyao received the news.

His expression shook suddenly.

"A duel? Little Seventh?"

Li Shengan confirmed once again.

Zhao Junyao looked thoughtfully out the window.

Quickly assessing Little Seventh’s abilities in his mind.

Although Little Seventh was a royal family offspring, the seventh son of the Late Emperor.

Yet due to his mother’s poor background and early death.

He was hardly valued in the palace at a young age, even bullied.

Even if he helped as much as he could, it was hardly useful.

At that time, the father Emperor had very high expectations of himself, and he couldn’t afford attention elsewhere.

The palace environment was complex, forcing Little Seventh to request training in the Ministry of War.

He seldom returned to the palace, lived, and trained with the Ministry of War.

Practicing martial arts with the generals, learning through trials and tribulations.

Later.

After the father Emperor passed away, he ascended the throne.

The situation stabilized, and the palace environment improved.

Little Seventh gradually agreed to live in the palace.

But usually, when there was nothing else to do, he still mostly stayed in the training grounds of the Ministry of War.

Zhao Junyao pondered.

’The Capital City’s Ministry of War is the best gathering place for military generals in the Great Chu Dynasty!’

’With military talents emerging, Little Seventh growing up in the Ministry of War, his martial skills are in no doubt!’

’As for the Western Xia warriors, they’re only bulky; agility is...’

He secretly curled his lips, waved his hand.

"You may go!"

"Keep a close watch! Report directly if there’s any news!"

Li Shengan was a thousand times uneasy, but he didn’t dare to say anything more, so he left.

...

On this side.

Zhao Junyan and the Western Xia warrior were already in position.

The atmosphere was tense, ready to explode at any moment.

The people below were too nervous to breathe heavily.

It was still Zhao Junyan who stepped forward.

"Warrior, let’s start!"

The warrior looked down from a great height, his gaze akin to an eagle observing a chick.

"After you, Seventh Highness!"

Zhao Junyan’s thin lips curved slightly.

"In that case, I won’t stand on ceremony!"

Before his words even finished, his body shot out like an arrow leaving the bow.

His movements were swift, as unstoppable as a crashing wave, with unmatched momentum, carrying with it a fierce wind.

The Western Xia warrior was not to be outdone.

His form instantly expanded, like a rock, leaping forward, turning his palm into a fist as he charged down like a hungry tiger, fiercely aiming at Zhao Junyan on the opposite side.

Everyone around was sweating for Zhao Junyan; if that punch landed, he wouldn’t survive unscathed.

However, Zhao Junyan wouldn’t just sit and wait for death.

Just when the fist was about to land on him.

He deftly shifted his stance, his footwork ghostlike.

As he dodged the fatal punch, he instantaneously moved to position behind the big guy, formed his fingers into a fist, and struck quickly at the opponent’s lower-back flank with lightning speed.

The flank was the area with the least muscle on the back, covered thinly and most vulnerable.

Though his punch might not match the big guy’s, landing a strong hit on the flank was enough to make the big guy suffer.

Sure enough.

After a muffled grunt, the big guy staggered two steps forward, losing balance, nearly falling to the ground.

"Good!"

A chorus of cheers erupted around.

In the first round, Zhao Junyan won decisively!