Starting from the border troops, I've worked my way up to become a Martial Emperor.

Chapter 120 Western Rong Master

When Lu Yuan stood on the arena, everyone, regardless of whether they were princes, ministers, or nobles, turned their gaze towards him.

No one thought Lu Yuan would win, but the fact that the opponent was willing to go up there was also a kind of courage.

Not everyone has the courage to face the strong.

Meng Tuo stared at him and said, "What courage!"

After speaking, he leaped high into the air, his five-pronged fork gleaming with a crimson light.

The Heavenly Fire Mystic Art is not only a cultivation method for true essence, but also a body-refining technique.

Meng Tuo was born with superhuman strength, and his combat prowess needs no further explanation.

As it slammed down, Lu Yuan felt a strong gust of wind.

At this moment, he didn't use a knife. He simply raised his right foot, crossed it over his head, and with a whooshing sound, his boots gleamed as he kicked the handle of the fork, sending it flying.

At the same time, using the hilt of his sword to brace himself against the ground, Lu Yuan's entire body was lifted into the air.

"Bang!"

He stomped his feet hard on Meng Tuo's chest, and the other man's shoulders visibly caved in.

Then he fell off the ring and was seriously injured.

"hiss!"

A collective gasp filled the air.

No one expected that Meng Tuo, who was so powerful just moments ago, would still be defeated by Lu Yuan in one move.

"good!"

The old Grand Commandant Chang Dao couldn't help but speak up.

He hadn't seen such a person in the border army for a long time.

It was as if I saw a star rising slowly.

As soon as he finished speaking, several officials, led by Chang Dao, cheered at the same time.

Below, the warriors of the Western Rong first showed disbelief in their eyes.

Then, filled with rage, he stepped onto the ring, but even Meng Tuo was no match for him, let alone them.

Almost everyone who came up was defeated in one move.

At the beginning, many people were worried about whether Lu Yuan could keep up with such a series of attacks.

However, as the battle continued, more than ten people were defeated in succession.

No one is worried that Lu Yuan will be defeated anymore; his opponent is too strong.

I'm just a little anxious, wondering who will win when I face that monk from Xirong.

As time passed, when only that proud prodigy from Lingjiu Temple remained on the Western Rong side.

The officials of the Great Yong Dynasty in the arena finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Even if Lu Yuan were to lose at this point, they wouldn't be unable to accept it, since it wouldn't be too embarrassing.

Many of the young generals of the Imperial Guards looked at Lu Yuan with fervent admiration and respect. After all, they were still young, and some of them were not yet too concerned about social class distinctions.

Wang Xiao was one of them.

Gone was her earlier arrogance; she seemed eager to drag Lu Yuan out for drinks right now.

On the contrary, Li Cheng looked very serious at this moment.

He glanced at his childhood friend and couldn't help but ask, "What are you so excited about?"

"I underestimated Lu Yuan in the past. I'll treat him to a drink after the competition." Wang Xiao was quite straightforward and had some admiration for the strong.

"Let me tell you, don't get involved in this matter. You'll only cause trouble for your father. I heard today that when Lu Yuan was in Xirong, he was rejected by the Seventh Prince."

Now that he's behaving so well, isn't this a slap in the face to the Seventh Prince? If the Seventh Prince finds out that you're drinking with him, you'll be in big trouble.

Let me tell you, our roots are with Xun Gui, so don't forget who you are.

Things aren't that simple. Having friends is not a good habit.

"No matter how capable Lu Yuan is, can he defeat the imperial guards of 800,000?"

Upon hearing this, Wang Xiao seemed to be meeting his childhood friend for the first time. After a moment, he said, "How can you, at such a young age, know so much about intrigue and trickery?"

If you weren't my childhood friend, I'd be ashamed to be associated with you.

"Hey, I have a short temper. Let me tell you, if you weren't my childhood friend, I wouldn't even bother talking to you. And you're looking down on me? You don't appreciate my kindness."

Li Cheng said, his face flushed.

Wang Xiao glared at him without saying a word, but the eagerness in his eyes was clearly gone.

At that moment, on the Western Rong side, a young monk from Lingjiu Temple stepped onto the arena. He was neither tall nor strong, and was even somewhat thin.

However, Lu Yuan did not underestimate him while standing still.

Because the aura he exuded was stronger than that of Meng Tuo.

"Your physical body and true essence are stronger than I have ever seen before. I must apologize for this."

After he finished speaking, flames rose from beneath his feet and slowly transformed into a red lotus.

The body moved forward at an extremely fast speed.

He curled his fingers into claws and flew towards Lu Yuan.

"Lingjiu Temple's 'Karmic Fire Red Lotus Technique' is a seventh-grade technique. Moreover, the move this little monk used should be 'Lingjiu Divine Claw,' which is also a seventh-grade technique, and it's already perfected."

Who on earth is this person, to possess two such powerful divine skills?

Below, a general of the Imperial Guard exclaimed in surprise.

Only then did they realize that the other side hadn't been using their full strength in the previous battles.

"This battle is likely to be difficult."

Another one of the ways of the world. After all, Lu Yuan came from the border army, so even if he was lucky, he might have gotten his hands on some decent cultivation techniques.

However, compared to the person in front of me, I am still far inferior.

However, compared to the person in front of me, I am still far inferior.

At this moment, Lu Yuan finally drew his sword.

He lifted the Green Dragon Crescent Blade and unleashed the Earthly Fiend Blade Technique, with faint black gas connecting to it beneath his feet.

The blade slashed straight at the claws.

Lu Yuan's blade was heavy and powerful, seemingly capable of cleaving everything in two.

The little monk was very fast, and his attack moves were unpredictable and tricky.

As Lu Yuan's blade slashed out, his opponent dodged the attack with a quick movement.

Clang!

The blade fell to the ground, carving a chasm in the arena.

The little monk had already approached him.

It almost brushed past Lu Yuan's body, its claw marks flying, and a spirit vulture materialized above its head before landing on Lu Yuan's shoulder.

"Sizzle!"

The clothes were torn, but when they touched Lu Yuan's body, they could not go any further, and their fingers even went numb from the shock.

The little monk's expression changed.

The body quickly retreated.

All of this was complicated to explain, but it was completed in the blink of an eye, and Lu Yuan showed no sign of stopping.

It seemed as if the claw marks from before had not landed on him, and he turned his blade to strike back.

The blazing energy left white streaks in the air.

The young monk flew backward and finally stood firmly on the edge of the ring.

The fight between the two was spectacular. Those below believed that if any one of them were to face either of them, they would not last a single move against either of them.

Lu Yuan took a step and was already beside the young monk from Lingjiu Temple.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade coiled around his body like a vicious dragon.

The little monk's claws quickly responded.

Moreover, as the body moves, the techniques are constantly changing, including sinister finger techniques, palm techniques as bright as the blazing sun, and leg techniques as swift as thunder.

Each item was of a very high grade, and they exchanged over a hundred blows with Lu Yuan in a short time.

This was arguably the most exciting battle yet, and Lu Yuan fought with great gusto.

However, as time went on, Lu Yuan became more and more energetic in the fight.

Just as the young monk was airborne, he finally seized the opportunity and swept the hilt of his sword across the monk's body.

The attack was extremely powerful, and the air itself made a buzzing sound.

Although the young monk from Lingjiu Temple managed to grab the hilt of the knife with his extremely powerful claws, Lu Yuan's strength was too great. In an instant, he was shaken so badly that blood flowed from his tiger's mouth, and his ten fingers seemed to have lost all feeling.

Then his arms went limp, and he was swept off the stage.

Although he landed steadily on both feet in the end, he was ultimately defeated.

"Da Yong wins!"

At some point, a long, drawn-out sound rang out.

At this moment, the imperial guards all around shouted, "Victory! Victory! Victory!"

In the main hall, Emperor Yong said casually, "We've won, so be it. I'm tired too. Everyone, disperse."

After saying that, he turned and headed towards the back of the main hall.

The moment he left the hall, the corners of his mouth involuntarily turned up.

Clearly, he wasn't as calm and collected as he appeared on the surface.

Then, he asked the eunuch beside him, "Whose child just won?"

"Your Majesty, this man is named Lu Yuan. He was sent up by the border troops. He originally came from the Zhang family of Yunzhou, but later severed ties with his family. He was recommended by the Duke of Zhenyuan." The eunuch's shrill voice rang out.

Emperor Yong shook his head: "The Zhang family? Never heard of them. It's normal for the Duke of Zhenyuan to recommend them. Among all the nobles in our court now, he's the only one who treats the border troops well."

I remember Xiao Heng sent over a folded document a couple of days ago, and one of the names in it was Lu Yuan, requesting the title of Patrol General of the North.

Upon returning, I drafted an imperial edict: "This matter is approved by me."

"Yes, sir!" the eunuch replied hastily.

As they were talking, Emperor Yong arrived at the study.

After settling down and taking a sip of tea, he watched as the eunuch had already drafted the imperial edict and stamped it.

As if he had thought of something, Emperor Yong took a sip of tea and continued, "Summon this Lu Yuan to the palace tomorrow, so that I may meet him."

Just then, the eunuch respectfully said, "Your Majesty, it seems that Lu Yuan was rejected by the Seventh Prince when he was on the Western Rong battlefield."

Emperor Yong paused in his teacup-holding motion: "Then forget it. After the imperial decree is issued, have him go to the northern frontier to report to Xiao Heng as soon as possible."

Now that Lu Yuan has won, it's already a slap in the face to the Seventh Prince. If Emperor Yong were to summon Lu Yuan again, wouldn't that be a denial of the Seventh Prince?

It is not conducive to the other party establishing prestige.

For Emperor Yong, who was eager to have the Seventh Prince do something, such a thing was naturally out of the question.

With his boundless empire, Lu Yuan, no matter how strong or outstanding, was but a drop in the ocean compared to him.

Of course, he could never compare to his son.

To have the position of Patrol General in the North is already a blessing.

That's how people's hearts are; they can change in an instant.

The eunuch immediately bowed and said, "Yes, sir!"

Then he retreated.

After Emperor Yong finished making arrangements in the inner palace...

At this moment, in the main hall of the training ground, the Western Rong envoy Mengdun looked at Lu Yuan. Although his expression was not good, a hint of admiration still unconsciously flashed in his eyes.

The young monk from Lingjiu Temple, who had been knocked off the stage, said to Lu Yuan, "This humble monk is suffering greatly. Thank you for your mercy, benefactor."

Meng Tuo had already regained his senses and, shaking his head, said to Lu Yuan, "You are a warrior, I admire you, but I will challenge you again in the future."

Lu Yuan slowly replied, "I'll be waiting at any time."

Meng Tuo's face lit up with joy: "Haha, that's great! How about I treat you and Xiao Ling to a bitter drink? We've become friends through this unexpected encounter."

Lu Yuan, who had already jumped off the arena, glanced at the Imperial Guards. For some reason, their gazes were somewhat evasive. Some of them seemed to want to come up and say hello, but they didn't come over.

Lu Yuan said to Meng Tuo, "Alright, let's go for a drink. But let me tell you beforehand, I killed quite a few people on the Western Rong battlefield."

"What happens on the battlefield should be resolved on the battlefield. There are no personal grudges involved," Meng Tuo immediately replied.

Seeing how readily he agreed, Lu Yuan nodded and walked outside.

The martial arts competition was over, and everyone who had come with him was preparing to leave, so naturally he wouldn't stay here.

Inside the main hall, the Seventh Prince watched Lu Yuan's retreating figure from afar, seemingly lost in thought.