The Great Tang: World Martial God

The morning light shone through the thin clouds and mist to the Datang Imperial City.

A ray of sunlight shone on the tall bamboo poles, and the autumn breeze was bleak.

Under the bamboo poles, there are crowds of people.

On yesterday's literary examination space, a two-long square ring has been temporarily set up at this time.

On the half-person-high wooden ring are surrounded by railings.

咚咚.

The bass drum in the audience beats the tee.

At this moment, there is half an hour left before the start of the competition.

The onlookers of the Datang people were no longer as excited as they were when the literary examination began yesterday, but their expressions were solemn and thoughtful.

The failure of the literary examination yesterday was a big blow to the people of Datang.

Regarding this competition, everyone is more worried and nervous.

There was no one in the empty ring, and everyone in the audience had begun to whisper.

"I don't know who is representing the Tang Dynasty martial arts contest, whether it can beat the Tubo prince."

"The prince of Tubo performed amazingly in the literary test. He should not be so spit out in martial arts. I guess other Tubo representatives will be sent."

"I heard that there are six envoys visiting the Tang Dynasty. Presumably the three who were next to the Tubo prince yesterday were some scholars. Those who stayed at Honglu Temple were the candidates for the martial arts competition."

"Isn't it? If the prince of Tubo is both civil and military, it will be fine. In my opinion, this martial arts match is the finale of the prince of Tubo, so it was not brought out yesterday."

However, these Datang citizens couldn't discuss the reason, and the prince of Tubo had already walked into the ring.

Today, the prince of Tubo changed from yesterday's Tang suit, with leather armor and felt hat, and his messy long hair casually scattered behind his head.

In the sunken eye sockets, a pair of eyes were full of excitement, scanning the audience.

For the Tubo prince, this mission to the Tang Dynasty not only demonstrated his talents, but also represented the rise of the Tubo kingdom.

The once torn apart plateau tribe has become a unified plateau empire, taking the embryonic form of a great power.

Now is the time of crisis in the prosperous Tang Dynasty, and it can be said to be a good time to establish diplomatic relations with Datang with a high profile!

In the literary test yesterday, all the Tang literati who were present were completely crushed, and the joint Changan was suspended.

This move was a warning from the Prince of Tubo to the people of Datang.

Tibet! It's not what it used to be!

Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the face of the Tubo prince.

In the morning light, the iron spear's blade shone with cold light, and the prince of Tubo held the iron spear and slammed into the ring and said loudly.

"Everyone! You don't need to bother Li Gongzi to preside over today's competition.

Li Hui, who was about to take the stage, was suffocated, and he was stunned for a moment, and then slowly came to the stage.

Li Hui still looks like a scholar in white clothes, but the two are judged on the same tolerance as yesterday.

Li Hui at this time looked particularly haggard and weak. It seems to be a few years old in one night.

"Everyone, Li is not talented. I lost the essay test yesterday. Here, I want to accompany you."

With that said, Li Hui bowed deeply to everyone in this stage.

A royal courtesy apologized, and this move surprised the people around him.

When Li Hui raised his head, the seemingly weak figure slowly straightened his waist, said.

"The literati lost, because our academics are not good enough, and we are not hard enough!"

"Losing is not terrible, terrible things don't have the courage to stand up!"

When he said this, Li Hui's eyes flashed, and his ardent hope overflowed his face, said.

"Datang Shangwu, today's martial arts competition will definitely be our chance to wash away our shame!"

"Da Tang guys! Cheer up! Show our ability and let the Tubo mission see it!"

These words are righteous and righteous.

Suddenly, in this night, that proud young man grew up and matured a little bit.

As a failure of the literary examination, Li Hui suffered from the shame and frustration, and there was no need for a crowd to watch.

However, at this moment, Li Hui walked out of grief and instead called on everyone.

The onlookers looked at the neither humble nor humble young man on the ring, and the dignity on his face disappeared a lot.

The enthusiasm for winning glory for the country slowly rushed to my heart.

"Young Master Li is right! We, Datang, can win, and even more can afford to lose!"

"Yes! This battle is a good time for us to wash our shame! We Datang warriors will not give up!"

"Warriors, fight for the glory of Datang!"

Suddenly, the sound of encouragement spread among the audience, and the venue became noisy again.

Those dignified and depressed ones began to recede slowly.

Seeing that everyone's complexion gradually improved, and the lost confidence was picked up again, Li Hui smiled knowingly.

Seeing the people of Tang Dynasty cheering and encouraging, the prince of Tubo was slightly shocked and said.

"Datang is really a spine and integrity nation."

However, appreciation is due to appreciation, and the Tubo prince's enthusiasm is becoming stronger and stronger at this moment, saying loudly.

"It's so good! Come, let me see your Datang warriors!"

"Today's battle has no rules. Anyone who falls off the stage will be judged as a loser!"

After all, the Tubo prince raised his spear and smashed it down.

Bang.

On the ring, sawdust was splashing, and under the handle of the iron spear, a hole with a big mouth appeared.

The prince of Tubo roared domineeringly.

"Today! I still have to challenge all the warriors in Datang!"