Young hero, stay put and don't be reckless.

Chapter 64 Learning from You

After exchanging more than ten more blows, Huang Hu raised his hand to stop them, saying, "That's enough."

Zhou Jing and Chang Tao simultaneously sheathed their swords, bowed to each other, and returned to their seats.

Then there were several more matches. Although the participants were all disciples of famous sects, their martial arts skills were inferior to those of Zhou Jing and Zhang Tao.

The fight looked exciting on the surface, with flashing swords and howling fists, but to those who truly knew their stuff, it was nothing more than a show.

Li Tang gradually became bored and began to look around aimlessly.

She saw a young scholar sitting in the corner, with fair skin and delicate features, quietly watching the scene unfold.

Li Tang remembered this person; he had been sitting not far from them just now, exchanging glances with Jiang Xun. How did he end up over there now?

She stared at the scholar for a few moments, and the more she looked, the more something seemed off—his neck, his chin…

Li Tang's heart skipped a beat, and her eyes lit up.

Just as she was about to tell Li Che about her discovery, she suddenly heard a voice.

"Gentlemen!"

A young man, about twenty-three or twenty-four years old, stood up from the Wang family's seat. He was dressed in fine clothes, had a handsome face, and his eyes and brows carried a hint of arrogance typical of scions of noble families.

"My name is Wang Tingfeng, and I would like to ask the Prince of Qi for a few pointers."

As soon as he said this, everyone's eyes turned to Li Che.

Wang Tingfeng.

The third son of the Wang family in the capital, and a relative by marriage to the fourth prince.

Li Tang's heart skipped a beat.

The older brother stole the show during the Q&A session, clearly leaving a good impression on Meng Huaigu.

The Wang family couldn't sit still any longer and wanted to get revenge in front of everyone.

"This is bad," Li Tang whispered, "My brother's martial arts..."

She didn't elaborate, but her meaning was clear.

She knew Li Che's martial arts skills best—he had been supervised by his father to study since he was a child, and had spent less time practicing martial arts than she had.

Although their foundation is solid, they are far inferior to the scions of these aristocratic families.

Li Che stood up calmly.

"Since Young Master Wang is in the mood, I will gladly keep you company."

He walked to the center of the field, cupped his hands in a respectful gesture to Wang Tingfeng, neither humble nor arrogant.

Wang Tingfeng also cupped his hands in greeting, a smile on his face, but what lay beneath that smile was obvious to anyone with eyes to see.

The two stopped.

"please."

As soon as Wang Tingfeng finished speaking, he had already darted out.

His martial arts style was fierce, and every move he made was a killing blow. His palm strikes were whistling and aimed straight at Li Che's chest.

Li Che dodged to the side, not drawing his sword, but responding with his palm techniques.

Li Tang watched with a heavy heart. Her brother's moves were standard, but he clearly lacked practical experience.

There's always a sluggishness in the response; it's like fighting according to a set pattern, rather than acting spontaneously.

In contrast, Wang Tingfeng's moves are cunning and ruthless, each strike aimed at vital points, honed through real combat experience.

After ten moves, Li Che was at a disadvantage.

After twenty moves, he could barely parry.

Wang Tingfeng suddenly changed his move, striking Li Che's shoulder with a palm.

Li Che was unable to dodge in time and was struck by the palm strike, staggering back two steps.

"Thank you for the concession." Wang Tingfeng withdrew his hand, a smile on his face, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

Several people in the Wang family's seats cheered loudly, while others muttered below, "The Prince of Qi's heir? He's nothing special."

"Exactly, you dare to embarrass yourself with such meager skills?"

"Haha, you really are from a small town..."

Li Tang was so angry that her face turned red. She stood up abruptly, ready to rush forward to argue, but her shoulder was suddenly pressed down.

"sit down."

A familiar voice.

Li Tang turned her head and was stunned—Jiang Xun had returned at some point and was standing right behind her.

"Where did you go?" Li Tang asked softly.

"We're lost," Jiang Xun replied casually, his gaze falling on the Wang family members who were still muttering amongst themselves. "What are those guys called?"

"It's from the Wang family," Li Tang said. "The one in the lead is called Wang Tingfeng. He's the one who challenged my brother just now."

Jiang Xun nodded, said nothing more, and walked straight into the arena.

Li Tang was stunned for a moment, then suddenly realized—what was he going to do?

In the arena, Wang Tingfeng was about to return to his seat when he saw Jiang Xun approaching. He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who are you?"

"From the Qi Prince's residence," Jiang Xun replied casually, a smile on his face. "I watched Young Master Wang's fight so well just now, and I'm itching to learn a few moves."

Wang Tingfeng looked him up and down—an ordinary young man, dressed plainly, with nothing particularly special about him.

A slight smile appeared on his lips: "People from the Qi Prince's mansion? Even the heir apparent has been defeated. You, a mere guard, dare to challenge me?"

"Whether you're worthy or not, we'll only know after we fight." Jiang Xun still had that same grinning look on his face. "Young Master Wang, you're not afraid, are you?"

"You—" Wang Tingfeng's face darkened.

"Tingfeng," a middle-aged man spoke from the Wang family's seats, "Since this young brother wants to spar, why don't you exchange a few moves with him?"

Wang Tingfeng nodded, turned to Jiang Xun, and his eyes turned cold: "Since you're courting death, then don't blame me."

The two stopped.

"please."

Before Wang Tingfeng could finish speaking, he had already pounced forward.

It was still the same fierce palm technique, but this time he clearly used his full strength, the palm wind howled, and it was three times more powerful than before.

He wanted to finish this quickly and teach this arrogant guard a lesson about the difference in their abilities.

Jiang Xun did not move.

He only managed to dodge the palm strike when it was about to hit his face.

The movement looked extremely dangerous, as if he had only narrowly escaped death by luck.

Wang Tingfeng snorted coldly and changed his attack.

Jiang Xun dodged again, still narrowly avoiding the danger, still barely escaping.

"Is all this kid good at is hiding?" someone muttered from below.

The Wang family members wore disdainful smiles.

Wang Tingfeng grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed.

He launched more than a dozen attacks, each one almost hitting the target, but always just missing by a hair's breadth.

The guy opposite me looks disheveled, but he's actually making fun of me.

"court death!"

Enraged, Wang Tingfeng transformed his palm into a claw and aimed straight for Jiang Xun's throat.

This time, Jiang Xun did not dodge.

He raised his hand, effortlessly parrying Wang Tingfeng's claw, and then thrust out a palm strike.

This palm strike was not fast; in fact, it was quite slow, so slow that Wang Tingfeng could clearly see it striking his chest.

But he just couldn't avoid it.

"Bang!"

Wang Tingfeng was sent flying backward, crashing more than two zhang away, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The entire room fell silent.

The Wang family members stood up abruptly, and several young men, their faces ashen, were about to rush forward.

"Stop!" The middle-aged man shouted, his gaze fixed coldly on Jiang Xun. "Your skill is impressive, but you went a bit too far."

"Heavy?" Jiang Xun looked innocent. "I'm already very light. He's just too weak."

"you--"

"Tingfeng's skills are lacking; a defeat is a defeat." The middle-aged man interrupted his subordinate, giving Jiang Xun a cold look. "Since you possess such skill, may I ask who your master is?"

Jiang Xun grinned: "Self-taught."

The middle-aged man's face darkened.

Someone nearby couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Bravo!" someone shouted in approval.

Then, more people started applauding.

"Well played!"

"This young man is impressive!"

"The Prince Qi's mansion is full of hidden talents!"

Li Tang's eyes sparkled; she wished she could applaud and cheer for Jiang Xun on the spot.

Li Che smiled as he returned to his seat, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and a rare hint of excitement appeared on his face.

Just as Jiang Xun was about to turn around and walk back, someone suddenly spoke up behind him.

"My friend, I am Li Fei from Xingxiu Hai. I would like to learn from you."