A Foodie Transmigrated into the Palace

Chapter 335 Good Seedling

Clearly cornered, he was able to find a gap and slip through with a few feints and dodges.After a few exchanges, his opponent’s stamina began to falter; after all, the guy was skinny and didn’t seem to have much endurance.

Seeing the opponent tiring, Rat mustered all his strength into his fists.

Feinting left, attacking right, aim south, punch north.

In no time, he had beaten his opponent to the point where he was reeling with a black eye, searching the ground for lost teeth.

First round, Rat wins!

Next, in the second round, Monster faced off against another and won as well.

But the way Monster won was simply laughable.

Others relied on strength, but he won with his face.

When an opponent’s fist came at him, he would flutter his peach blossom eyes desperately, throwing amorous glances.

The moment the opponent got distracted, Monster would seize the opening with a spinning kick, knocking the opponent flat.

After that, there was no more after that.

Tiger was the last to take the stage.

His opponent was the burly man who had taken a fancy to Monster.

As the two of them stepped onto the stage, the crowd beneath sucked in a startled breath. They were all inwardly relieved; thankfully, they hadn’t been matched against someone so robust! Otherwise, there’d be no way they’d make it back alive. A single punch could kill a man, couldn’t it?!

On the stage, the two men stared each other down.

Tiger’s eyes were as wide as brass bells, and for the moment, his opponent had pushed thoughts of Monster to the back of his mind.

Their four eyes met, nearly sparking electric fire in the air.

A moment later, the opponent made the first move.

Clutching his fist, he charged at Tiger with fierce momentum.

Tiger, ready for battle, spun out of the way and lifted his leg in the midst of his turn.

The opponent was no simple foe; having anticipated the move, he swayed to the right to dodge the attack.

The first exchange, a draw!

In the second round, Tiger took the offensive. With a roar, he leaped up as if a Taishan mountain bearing down, not with fists or feet.

The opponent was at a loss for defense and had to retreat step by step until, at the last moment, Tiger finally launched his leg with a kick aimed at him.

But his opponent was no fool; he squatted low and rolled to the side to dodge the attack, then instantly got back up to pounce on Tiger.

Tiger glowered, retreated with a jolt, and promptly threw a punch.

It was a critical moment.

The opponent tried to defend but still got clipped on the shoulder.

Seizing the moment his opponent winced in pain, Tiger followed up on his attack, performing several stunning backflips on the Martial Stage and clamped his strong, sturdy legs tightly around his opponent’s neck.

In a panic, the opponent tried to break free, but how could his arm strength compare to his legs?

During the struggle, Tiger spun around, bringing his entire opponent crashing to the ground.

Then Tiger let go abruptly, flipped back using the force of a post, and with a push of his feet, he flew out like a sword, striking directly at his opponent.

The opponent hadn’t even risen before he was hit by Tiger, flying uncontrollably through the air, drawing a curved arc before landing heavily on the ground with a THUD.

You could tell he was unwilling to concede; despite several attempts, he failed to stand and was forced to admit defeat!

With a somber expression, Tiger clenched his fists in salute and uttered, "I am grateful," before stepping down from the stage.

The results, with winners and losers clearly distinguished, were loudly announced by the Announcing Officer from the Ministry of Rites.

...

Over here, as soon as Tiger came down, Monster rushed over, grinning and excitedly said, "Big brother Tiger, you’re always the one who’s got my back!"

"Next time we make Silver performing, no one better snatch it; I’m getting Tiger a few more beauties!"

Rat gave him a glare. "Look at how you’re talking! Big brother Tiger here is going to be Martial Champion. Who cares about the girls you call out to!"

"He’s going to marry a Beautiful Delicate Lady, a well-bred lady from a reputable family, do you understand!"

Monster glared back, his brow furrowed and eyes fierce. "Hey!"

"Can’t you go a day without nitpicking?!"

Rat looked at him smugly. "Pah! Who’s picking on you! I can’t be bothered to argue with you!"

Laughing and cursing, Tiger touched his head. He didn’t know how to jump into the conversation, so he decided it was best to stay quiet.

...

The competition on the stage was still ongoing. Below, some waited anxiously while others, having already competed, displayed either dejection in defeat or beaming joy in victory. Some families rejoiced, others grieved! At this moment, at the very end of the line, the Fifth Master and the Sixth Master grew increasingly anxious as the queue before them dwindled.

The Sixth Master asked, "Fifth Brother, are you sure you really don’t want it?"

The Fifth Master thought for a moment. He had heard from their Imperial Father about the power of the Thunderbolt Grenade. It was no joking matter. So he shook his head.

"Sixth Brother, you’d better keep that thing put away!"

The Fifth Master was always timid and easily cowed. He would rather take a beating than put himself in the slightest danger at a time like this. After all, if he got hurt, the pain was his own to bear, and nobody could take it away. Being beaten up? Afterwards, he could seek revenge tenfold, even a hundredfold, and not lose out. At any rate, he was also a Little Prince; how could he really suffer a loss?

The Sixth Master looked at him with disdain. "Fifth Brother, you really are a coward!"

The Fifth Master, seeing the Sixth Master like this, didn’t say anything. He turned his head away, showing a bit of unwillingness to deal with it. Sixth Brother had always been like this, spoiled rotten by their Imperial Mother. He ran wild in the palace like a little devil, with no one daring to stop him. If it weren’t for Imperial Brother keeping him in check, there’s no telling how much trouble he would have stirred up. Even so, his Palace Maids and eunuchs were often replaced, supposedly because they didn’t meet his standards. But with so many Palace Maids, could they all truly be unsuitable? Impossible!

After mulling it over for a while, the Fifth Master gave a contemptuous sneer and dismissed the thought.

There was nobody left in front.

After the Herald Officer had called out his name, he went up with another Samurai.

The Fifth Master was very aware of the situation and knew his own limitations, so he didn’t dare to show off.

Bending and cowering, he made a few feeble gestures and was swiftly knocked down, only wishing for a quick loss.

It seemed the opponent also realized he was dealing with a novice and didn’t hit hard, showing mercy.

The Fifth Master walked down with a calm demeanor. He was very satisfied. Hmm, not bad, it’s over just like that. It was wrong to hit Seventh Master, but this could be considered an apology. With the pressure gone, he heaved a sigh of relief.

When it was the Sixth Master’s turn, things were completely different.

The Sixth Master strode onto the stage with an arrogant air.

He took his stance. His opponent was a young man with a decent appearance—neither tall nor short, with thick eyebrows and big eyes—also quite good-looking.

The Sixth Master shouted arrogantly, "Being picked to fight *me*? You’ve really run into some terrible luck today!"

The young man looked unimpressed. Anyone who comes here to compete has some skill. He too was a youth from the Capital City, trained in martial arts from a young age. While he couldn’t claim to have world-conquering martial skills, he was still a fine prospect chosen by his family, so his abilities were naturally not lacking.