Royal Gold Medal County Magistrate

Zhang Biao's entire body was evenly coated in lard, making him gleam with an oily sheen.

Combined with only wearing a pair of shorts and gloves, it made him look especially... free!

Fang Zheng felt particularly awkward.

With this buff I've given him, it feels less like he's participating in a martial arts competition.

More like he's attending a philosophical exchange meeting.

Zhang Biao was clearly not too satisfied with this change either.

"Young Master, I actually think...."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think." Fang Zheng immediately interrupted Zhang Biao, "Put your pants on!"

"I heard that the people on the grasslands are good at wrestling. With the lard on you, how can he grapple you?" Fang Zheng said plausibly.

"Since you're not using hidden weapons, then make full preparations. I even found someone to do your makeup."

"Don't disgrace the reputation of Taoyuan County's constable when you fight later. There are many people eyeing your position!"

Zhou Tie stood aside, drooling.

Indeed! He had been coveting this position for a long time!

Although being an ordinary constable in the county was a good life.

But no matter how good it is, it's not as good as following behind the master and eating meat!

Not to mention anything else... just take the gym he prepared for Zhang Biao....

Just thinking about it makes him jealous!

Zhang Biao nodded and said nothing more.

Then someone came forward to prepare him.

The person took out bottles and jars from a small box, as well as eyebrow pencils and brushes.

Zhou Tie looked at the complicated tools and asked suspiciously, "Master, what is this for? Why didn't I see it yesterday?"

Fang Zheng smiled and said, "To do his makeup."

"Chilie looks so scary, we can't lose in presence even if we lose the fight!"

"We'll put this evil ghost makeup on him... it'll make him look fiercer!"

Zhou Tie watched the makeup artist constantly applying things to Zhang Biao's face and shook his head, "No, if he sweats during the fight, won't it all melt off?"

Fang Zheng smiled and didn't say anything.

That's exactly what he wanted!

He had already found someone at home to test it last night.

The paint used on Zhang Biao's face was all blackish-red, covering a large area and making him look almost like he had turned evil.

Especially those dark circles around his eyes, like Luffy in Gear Fourth.

When he sweats on his face, the makeup will completely melt, making him look like he's covered in blood, and it has to be bruised blood!

Darkened and low on health! I can't fight, but I have to stack the buffs on him!

Iron sword enchanted with attack.

Lard applied for evasion.

Ghost face makeup for morale.

I've done everything I can for Zhang Biao.

Time passed by... Zhang Biao's face had been painted in a colorful mess, not too different from a Peking opera mask.

As the makeup was nearing its end, someone suddenly broke into the preparation room.

"Master! Chilie has already started to enter the arena!"

"Understood! Zhang Biao, prepare to go on stage!"

.........

On the field, the iron-lunged host's roaring voice still echoed in the air.

"Alright! The performance is over! Now I announce that the World's First Martial Arts Tournament officially begins!"

"The first fierce warrior of the grassland, Heishan Chilie, versus the Unbeaten East, Death~ Biao!"

"Now, please welcome Heishan Chilie!"

At the entrance, Chilie was waiting to enter the arena on a tall horse.

The horse was arranged by Fang Zheng, but he didn't tamper with it.

Fang Zheng is, after all, an aspiring young man with principles.

And ordinary horses may not be able to bear Chilie's weight.

When someone beside him reminded him, Chilie gently tapped the horse's belly, and the horse slowly stepped into the arena.

Chilie looked leisurely, slowly observing left and right.

Being watched by 20,000 people in a martial arts competition... it was his first time too.

But it was quite interesting.

If that Zhang Biao could make him fight happily, then he would spare his dog life.

If he couldn't even last two rounds, then he would just kill him.

Fists and feet have no eyes... Paba had also reminded him that he could kill people.

When the host saw Chilie appear, he continued to shout passionately: "He! Comes from the depths of the grassland! A dragon and elephant appeared behind him at birth...."

Xie Xian frowned, took out a small knife from his sleeve, and pointed it at the host's heart, and said angrily: "What the hell are you talking about?! Read the script!"

The host said tremblingly: "Big brother! His script only has one line! I'll finish reading it in a few steps! Do you think I want to make it up!!"

Xie Xian silently put away the knife when he heard the words: "Then you can't increase other people's ambition and destroy your own prestige! They are Northern Rong people!"

"I understand! I understand!" The host begged for mercy repeatedly.

Damn it, if it wasn't for one hundred taels, I wouldn't have taken this job!

"He is! The grassland ~ first ~ warrior ~, unparalleled in horse warfare ~ Heishan Chilie!!"

The host tried his best to stretch out the long tone, and finally managed to hold the short sentence until Chilie walked into the arena.

Then he let out a long breath and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Earning money is really damn hard!

Paba sat in the audience, his old face flushed with shame.

The host's strange tone was particularly uncomfortable to listen to.

This is his fault! He didn't expect the martial arts competition to be in this form, and the opening lines were too short!

However, Chilie didn't care at all, he couldn't understand it at all.

The audience in the arena exclaimed! Chilie's giant figure once again shocked everyone's vision.

Especially when he dismounted, it formed a sharp contrast with the steed.

The so-called tall horse also seemed like a donkey beside him.

The strong contrast made Emperor Jing inexplicably nervous, but Li Yuanzhao beside him still looked carefree.

With a smile on his face, he said disdainfully: "Father, don't look at him being tall and strong, martial arts competition is not just about body shape and strength, I may not be his opponent if I practice for a few years!"

Emperor Jing glanced at him sideways, then stared at Chilie again.

At the opposite exit, Fang Zheng and others accompanied Zhang Biao and had already appeared here.

Zhang Biao was wearing deerskin gloves, carrying a red-hot broadsword, and with his greasy body, he looked like a character walking out of CG!!

Fang Zheng was very satisfied with his set of operations.

No matter what, the presence is full!

After Chilie showed off his spear skills and stood still, the host continued to shout.

"Next, please welcome the Unbeaten East! Death~ Biao!"

Zhang Biao slowly stepped forward, and Fang Zheng shouted from behind: "Walk slowly!! Drag the iron sword on the ground, don't carry it!"

Watching his back gradually disappear, Fang Zheng's expression returned to seriousness.

He turned to Zhou Tie and asked, "How are the arrangements in the stands?"

Zhou Tie thought for a while: "The five hundred loudest women in the county have all arranged their positions."

"The masters in charge of blowing darts are all arranged in the first row, and there should be no problem with yesterday's rehearsal."

"The doctors are also there, and they can provide rescue as soon as possible."

"Waiting for your order at any time."

Fang Zheng sighed: "Okay! Thank you for your hard work... No matter what, everyone who comes this time will go back to the county to receive a red envelope."

"So high! No wonder it's so long... His spear is too long, Zhang Biao may not be able to get close." Zhou Tie stared at Chilie, "Master, why don't we blow him with a dart now! I see that the fight can't be stopped, we may not be able to react in time."

In such a wide venue, the spear almost defeats all conventional weapons, let alone Chilie's spear!

"If a shot hits a vital point, Zhang Biao will be gone....."

Now Zhou Tie understood why Fang Zheng had been so nervous and faced the enemy.

When he saw Chilie for the first time, he had already determined that Zhang Biao was not an opponent.

After all.... the gap is too big!

Fang Zheng waved his hand and smiled bitterly: "No need, it's rare for Zhang Biao to meet an opponent, since he likes it, then let him fight to his heart's content."

"It's good enough for us to protect his safety....."