Chapter 301 Who Is the Master?

Rong Yu never expected that this young man would be so stubborn. His expression suddenly turned cold, and he was given fifty lashes without any mercy.

The scarred young man stayed in the military camp to recover from his injuries. His eighteen guards were responsible for taking care of him. Of course, they also tried to persuade the young master to leave here, but the young man seemed determined to stay. The eighteen guards had no choice but to Accompany.

In addition to treating his injuries, Rong Yu only ordered the guards to bring him meals every day. He had three meals a day just like ordinary soldiers, and he did not receive any preferential treatment - there was no reason to treat him preferentially.

I ignored the others.

Rong Yu didn't visit him during the days when he was recovering from his injuries, and he didn't even ask. He was very busy with his affairs. He had to train soldiers, handle border affairs, and also be busy with some unknown things. He had no time or interest to pay attention to it. A young man whom I have never met.

However, during the time Xuanyuan Yao stayed in the military camp, in addition to someone secretly watching their every move, Rong Yu also sent someone to check the young man's identity.

In the heart of the military camp, the possibility of enemy spies infiltrating was not non-existent. Rong Yu would not ignore the hidden dangers just because of this boy's impulsive, straightforward temper and young age.

Even when he first saw this young man, he subconsciously assumed that he would be a spy.

But intuition is intuition, and what he needs is facts and evidence.

But investigations also take time.

A whip injury is different from a cane injury. The injury recovers very quickly, but within a few days it is almost healed, at least it does not affect movement.

The young man found Rong Yu again, his brows and eyes still so domineering: "Masters in the world only compete in martial arts. As the commander-in-chief of an army, and now a world-famous young general, you should be good at not only martial arts, but also riding, archery, sword formations, and the art of war." Strategy, these are the projects I want to challenge you with.”

Seeing that he didn't give up, Rong Yu didn't talk nonsense with him. He just said: "What do you want to compare?"

"Compare everything that can be compared."

"You can compete, but you can decide the rules." Rong Yu nodded coldly, "I will decide the punishment."

The young man sneered: "No problem, isn't it just a whipping? It's not like I haven't been whipped since I was a child——"

"If you lose once, get ten more lashes."

The young man's expression was stiff, but he quickly agreed: "Just add it, what if I win?"

"You can't win."

The young man was furious, his pride was shattered by these words, his blood boiled, and he almost wanted to shoot Rong Yu to death on the spot.

Of course, he soon learned that the young general who became famous in one battle was not in vain, nor did he defeat the Northern Xinjiang cavalry because of good luck. No matter how dissatisfied he is, there are some facts that he cannot deny.

During that whole day, he challenged Rong Yu on two projects.

There was a spear duel immediately. After only a few dozen rounds, he was shot in the back by Rong Yu. The strong force directly knocked him off his horse, and he lost embarrassingly.

The young man was not convinced and challenged the archer.

When shooting from a distance, Rong Yu could pierce a Yang Yang with a hundred steps, and he could hit the bull's-eye with three arrows. In comparison, although Xuanyuan Yao's archery skills were pretty good, at least better than most of the soldiers in the military camp, he could not do it in front of Rong Yu. Like a three-year-old child.

This huge gap made Xuanyuan Yao's face feel hot, and he couldn't help but wonder if the people who praised him before were deliberately trying to make him happy.

Continue to be dissatisfied and continue to challenge.

Rong Yu reminded him coldly: "You already owe one hundred and twenty lashes, are you sure you want to continue the competition?"

One hundred and twenty?

Xuanyuan Yao was shocked: "Why one hundred and twenty?"

Shouldn't it be seventy?

"Last time it was fifty, this time it's doubled." Rong Yu said indifferently, "You have lost two games in a row, so add twenty."

Fifty is doubled to one hundred, and twenty is added after two losses.

So one hundred and twenty.

This number was like a basin of cold water, instantly extinguishing his anger and the urge to continue challenging. Xuanyuan Yao looked coldly at the young man in front of him who was obviously not much older than him, but was as invincible as a mountain. He almost Gritting his teeth: "Who do you study under?"

The young man in black military uniform had a stern expression and ignored the question, his noble and delicate eyebrows filled with frost.

Xuanyuan Yao didn't seem to care whether he could get the answer or not, he just said: "I have practiced martial arts and archery diligently since I was a child, and studied military formations. I have never been slacking off, and I have never reached your level."

"You have dull qualifications."

"Bullshit!" Xuanyuan Yao was furious, "The sentence I have heard most since I was a child is that I have good qualifications and great talent, and I am a natural general. You are the first person to say that my qualifications are dull."

His lifelong ambition is to be a powerful general, and to be a famous general all over the world. He also has the ambition to "become famous all over the world in one battle". He hopes that one day the name Xuanyuan Yao will spread all over the world, and everyone will hear his name. The names are all in awe.

But his ambition has not yet been realized, but there are people who have become famous before him.

A young general emerged from the Great Zhou Dynasty. Just by his name, he took away all the glory and attracted the attention of everyone in the world.

Defeating the Northern Xinjiang cavalry, what kind of scenery is this?

Xuanyuan Yao couldn't control his anger and led the eighteen guards to ride forward. He just wanted to know why someone became famous before him?

He practiced hard day and night, mastering martial arts and archery, military strategies, and troop formations. Why was there someone who could gain glory and fame before him?

Is it because the Great Zhou Dynasty was conquered by Northern Xinjiang, but Dongling has no war all year round?

He refused.

But after coming here and meeting the young general, he realized that his refusal to obey was just a manifestation of his own self-deception.

However, even after seeing Rong Yu's martial arts skills and his shocking archery and horse riding, he still couldn't imagine whether this young general, who was not much older than him, had not eaten or drunk since birth, and practiced martial arts and archery day and night, so he was so strong?

Even if he was extremely talented, he shouldn't be so strong.

Could it be that he worshipped an omnipotent master?

Xuanyuan Yao was really puzzled when he was angry, but Rong Yu didn't pay attention to his thoughts and questions. In view of his disrespect today, the word "young master" and the word "bullshit" angered Rong Yu, and the whip was particularly heavy that day. Before the 120 whips were finished, Xuanyuan Yao fainted.

However, Rong Yu was as hard as iron. He did not allow the Eighteen Guards to take their precious young master back until the number of whips was completed, and coldly ordered: "Take him away from here."

But the boy who fainted from the pain opened his eyes abruptly, his face pale, and his voice hoarse: "It's not... the competition is not over yet, I won't leave..."

Then he fainted again.

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