The disgraced official I took care of was actually Zhu Houcong's childhood friend.

Chapter 397

"me?"

Dazhu looked at Zhu Qiyuan in front of him with a helpless expression.

Of all the people, apart from Zhou Chu and Shen Lian, Da Zhu has the most solid foundation in martial arts because he has been practicing the Siping Ma stance since he was a child. In addition, he has been practicing martial arts with Zhou Chu these days, and Zhou Chu has used various nourishing foods and medicinal herbs to replenish his body's deficiencies.

However, Dazhu was also the least confident of all of them. Because of his background, Dazhu felt inferior to others, and even when facing Hai Rui and others, Dazhu was somewhat embarrassed.

Zhou Chu didn't deliberately try to correct Da Zhu's mindset; he believed it would gradually improve over time.

At this moment, Dazhu knew that Zhu Qiyuan in front of him was the legitimate son of a vassal king, and he was intimidated. He felt that he could never be a match for the legitimate son of a vassal king. He was sure that the other party could practice martial arts freely, and no matter what resources he had, he could not compare with him.

However, since he had been chosen, and based on the principle of not embarrassing Zhou Chu, Da Zhu still gritted his teeth and stepped forward.

Seeing Dazhu's timid and submissive demeanor, Zhu Qiyuan became even more certain of his guess, believing that the peasant in front of him was all show and no substance and certainly knew nothing about martial arts. He became even more confident.

Everyone made way for the two of them, and Zhu Qiyuan stood in front of Dazhu with a confident look on his face.

"You go first, so you won't say I'm bullying you."

Zhu Qiyuan looked at Dazhu with a disdainful expression.

Upon hearing this, Dazhu glanced at Zhu Qiyuan in front of him, then looked at Zhou Chu behind him.

"Just do it, don't kill him."

Zhou Chu said.

Upon hearing this, Dazhu looked at Zhu Qiyuan with a face full of insecurity, thinking to himself, "I can't even beat him, let alone kill him?"

However, since things had come to this point, Dazhu had no choice but to bite the bullet and pull out his wooden sword used for martial arts practice. Following his usual practice, he slashed at Zhu Qiyuan with great force.

Zhu Qiyuan looked at Dazhu's unremarkable move and thought to himself that he was indeed a peasant. He raised his wooden sword to block Dazhu's blow, but Dazhu's blow was too powerful and cleaved Zhu Qiyuan's wooden sword in two.

Upon seeing this, Zhu Qiyuan immediately realized something was wrong and tried to dodge, but was still slashed on the arm by the wooden sword.

Although it was a wooden sword, it still made Zhu Qiyuan's arm go numb, and he could barely hold onto the hilt.

Da Zhu hadn't been very confident, but he hadn't expected Zhu Qiyuan to be such an incompetent fool. After that slash, his confidence immediately returned, and he changed his move, using up his cleaving strike and switching to an upward slash.

This was taught to him by Zhou Chu: no matter what move you use, you should use seven-tenths of your strength and leave three-tenths. In this way, if you miss a move, you can immediately change your move. If you use ten-tenths of your strength, you will run out of moves and there will be no way to change your move.

Seeing the wooden knife in Dazhu's hand aimed straight at his throat, Zhu Qiyuan was terrified and hurriedly retreated. However, Dazhu's attack was too swift, and even though Zhu Qiyuan retreated, Dazhu still held the wooden knife firmly against his throat.

"I lost!"

Zhu Qiyuan's face was ashen.

He never expected that this seemingly insignificant peasant would be so skilled in martial arts. Even the instructors of their Prince Jin's mansion were no better than him.

"If you lose, just leave. Don't embarrass yourself here."

Zhu Siying was the first to kick him while he was down. She had always disliked Zhu Qiyuan, and just now Zhu Qiyuan dared to question Zhou Chu. Zhu Siying wanted to slap him.

"That's right, if Lord Zhou doesn't stoop to your level, how dare you stay here any longer?"

A prince standing nearby chimed in.

"Master Zhou."

Zhu Qiyuan blushed as he faced the mockery of the group, but dared not leave easily. After all, he was representing the Prince of Jin's mansion. He was a playboy, but his father used to be even more playboy, and now that he was the Prince of Jin, he was even more unscrupulous.

Zhu Qiyuan dared not even imagine what kind of storm his father would unleash if he returned like this.