Zhao Xi has never stayed in this place for a long time to exercise, with the foundation of imperial food, he is now growing up vigorously.

  At sixteen or seventeen, he could grow to his current height, almost indistinguishable from children of later generations. At present, saying that he is in his teens would not raise any suspicions.

  The free kick in my mind has never been forgotten, and it's still very clear.

  Since last year, he had already exchanged two moves with Wang Zhongzheng. Although it was Wang Zhongzheng who gave in, in fact, Zhao Xi felt that if they were of the same age and without any weapons, he should be able to easily knock down Wang Zhongzheng.

  It's not that national arts were inferior at this time compared to later generations, but rather they should be stronger than later generations.

  It is only the military formation of later generations that has been refined and formed after careful selection, with many branches deleted and more emphasis on practicality.

  The introduction of Western medicine in later generations and the promotion of anatomy allowed boxers to fully understand the weak points of the human body, allowing for precise strikes.

  What is called national technique is actually just having a bit more strength, being a bit faster, and through long-term practice, the muscle memory can make the right reactions.

  Zhao Xi also quietly asked Lao Chen Lin about this matter, and after getting a positive answer, he also understood that this era is not what heroes are flying all over the sky.

  So-called masters are mostly born out of hard work. This point, he is very clear about.

  And similarly, the so-called schools and routines are also explored in actual combat, with relatively fixed connections between moves. Even Tai Zu Chang Quan... doesn't seem to have this concept.

  Zhao Xi saw the Crown Prince of Dash Xia and knew that he had real combat experience. Even if it was just fighting wild beasts, he had truly seen bloodshed.

  This is absolutely a matter of strength, and there's no way to win when pitted against others. So set up a trap and let him fall into it.

  "The emperor is fifteen years old."

  This guy is really honest.

  "Alas, I am not yet eight years old; when I reach your age, I will be able to match you."

  Zhao Xi was only six years old, but this era recognized him as eight years old. Born before the beginning of spring, he was already one year old at birth, and after passing the beginning of spring, he was another year older, so when he had lived for a year, he was already three years old.

  "You don't have to wait until you're fifteen, the Japanese prince has tied up one arm and will only use one leg and one hand, do you dare to fight him?"

  Here it comes! Zhao Xi has been waiting for this sentence.

  "Your Majesty, you mustn't!"

  "Xi'er, don't!"

  "Your Highness, don't be too quick to engage in fierce battles with country folk."

  It's a draw! This is still uncertain who will win or lose. Whether it's the old man or the officials in the imperial court, they all want to call it quits.

  "Sages have said that a gentleman should master six arts, but I never thought that in this great Song Dynasty they would be abandoned like worn-out shoes!"

  He's everywhere! At this time, Jingxuan chuckled again.

  But Zhao Xi thought he was too cute, so she didn't have to fight with her own family.

  Honestly, if this Crown Prince Da Xia ties up one arm and only uses one leg, if he still can't defeat him, then it's better to just hide in a hole.

  This is what they call Da Xia Tai Zi's understanding. Binding one arm means one arm, but he doesn't know the role of a person's four limbs in maintaining balance.

  After getting used to using both arms at the same time, after tying up one arm, what is lost is not the strength of one arm, but mainly the stability of balance.

  An ordinary person's sitting and walking are definitely not a problem, but if they are fighting, with one arm tied up, their overall strength will decrease by about 70%... If Zhao Xie still can't win against him like this, it would be a shame for his military career of over ten years.

  "Shut up! You're a disciple of a saint, how can you utter words that desecrate the saint? Don't profane the saint's words!"

  It makes sense. With just these two sentences from Jia Changchao, Zhao Xi really looked at him with new eyes.

  Able to climb to this position, really not a fool.

  "Jia Xiang Gong, whether or not he is a disciple of the sage is not for you to decide casually. On the contrary, you who claim to be disciples of the sage have abandoned the six arts of the sage, and Jing certain has doubts!"

  Alright, you guys go ahead and talk! I'll just watch.

  Daxia, this crown prince, is indeed not good at expressing himself and directly spoke with his actions.

  I don't know where he found the rope, but he actually tied his left hand to his body... and then jumped out, standing alone in the center of the main hall.

  It seems like it was still that Zhēng Dàn who helped tie it up...

  "A man from Song State, I am already here as the Crown Prince of Da Xia. Do you still want to rely on your eloquence?"

  Right after that, the envoy of Da Xia on the opposite side shouted in unison...

  "Your Majesty Emperor Song, Minister Jia, children playing, no weapons, fist and foot fight, the injury does not reach the golden body of the prince."

  Backed into a corner, no room for maneuver.

  No matter what, the other party is a crown prince of a country, and he's being treated so coldly in the grand hall... Considering the previous battles with Daxia, no one dares to take on the responsibility of provoking Daxia.

  Even Emperor Zhao Zhen couldn't bear it.

  So they all looked at Zhao Xi again.

  "Wait for me to change my clothes!"

  Zhao Xi was very calm, just like when he went on a mission, without any fear or emotional fluctuations in his heart...

  "Your Highness, let me come..."

  Wang Zhongzheng seemed to be quite uneasy about Zhao Xi. The two of them had clashed before, and as for Wang Ye's strength, it was really nothing more than a scratch.

  Not to mention it's not necessarily going to hit anyone, even if it does hit someone, it won't be of any use.

  "Don't you believe me?"

  "Your Highness..."

  "Don't dawdle, hurry up!"

  This kid, with your status going up there is more humiliating than leaving him aside. Are you still allowed to come? Did you really think that when you usually spar with him, you used all your strength?

  Fighting has both cutting and killing, these are two concepts. Just like the martial arts of later generations and the national arts of today, one is performance, the other is killing people, they are not the same.

  Zhao Xi put on his usual improved short boxing attire... Wang Zhongzheng thought it was a short boxing uniform. It's actually the practice uniform of later generations.

  Usually exercising, now this layered clothing is really inconvenient. Zhao Xi couldn't wear the same kind of padded jacket as ordinary people, so she simply had the palace maids in the inner courtyard make a few exercise outfits for herself.

  No one noticed Zhao Xi's clothing style, they were all tensely staring at the cruel... Why did the prince have to go this far? What would happen if he yielded a step?

  Is it possible? The other party is a prince, who on our side can match him?

  If there was no himself, who would Dah Xia challenge? Zhao Xi didn't know if such a confrontation had occurred in history, it was just a casual guess.

  Even if there were, they must have lost, otherwise, there would definitely be records in later generations...

  Zhao Xi originally wanted to make a fist and bow... In the moment he was about to act, he suddenly remembered that this wasn't a fighting arena of later generations, nor was it a place for Jianghu people to show off their bravery. This was a game of fists and feet between the heirs of two countries... Is there a difference?

  Zhao Xizhen didn't know how to behave at this time. She simply stopped moving, only opening her front and back feet, clenching her fists with both hands, ready to fight at any moment.

  I guess that kid doesn't know how to pay respects either. Their usual duel etiquette wouldn't be suitable for this occasion anyway.

  He was stunned for a moment... then he let out a loud shout and charged over.

  He's indeed a powerful contestant, with this running speed, he's creating wind.

  It's just that with one arm tied up, seeing him running around with one arm flailing is hilarious... the key point is that it feels like he can't even run in a straight line.