With the approaching of the official start of the prime minister\'s martial arts contest, a large number of foreign people have poured into the whole Junlin City, which has brought great pressure on the already poor public security, and also made the prices of various foods and drinks rise.

Apart from other places, the house just bought by Zhang Chenggang has been patronized by three waves of thieves in a row. The youngest wave is only 11 or 12 years old. All of them come from the slum called "flea nest" and are still a group of children who haven\'t grown up.

The motive of stealing is also very simple. I\'m very hungry. I climb the wall and flow into the kitchen. I\'m going to get some leftovers to fill my stomach.

Looking at these skinny little guys kneeling on the ground, he sighed helplessly and ordered: "just give them something to eat, and then let them go. Remember, Delhi, don\'t disturb me in such a small matter in the future. Just deal with it yourself."

"Yes, sir, you are a kind man." a middle-aged man of about 40 touched his chest with one hand and bowed.

As a professionally trained housekeeper, he has faithfully performed his duties since the day he took office. He has managed such a large yard in an orderly manner without any mistakes.

"Well, go and help you. By the way, inform Blanco that it\'s time for fencing training." after that, Zhang Cheng ignored his housekeeper and continued to play with the bottles and cans on the table.

With the start-up fund of 2500 Jinlong, he disguised himself as a noble child from a long way in just a few days. He not only bought a house with a large area, but also hired a housekeeper, two male servants and four female servants.

Most importantly, he hired a Powerful Mercenary to seriously practice his fighting skills. He planned to kill 50 opponents before the competition, so as to obtain the melee professional template as soon as possible.

Anyway, the requirement given by the task is to kill 50 opponents, and there is no strict requirement on what level the opponent needs to reach.

This means that before the battle begins, you may be able to seriously injure the other party or starve for a few days.

As for the candidates, the robbers, local ruffians, hooligans, murderers and rapists held in Junlin City prison are the best targets.

They don\'t mind selling some of them in private.

In fact, many prisoners in the prison are secretly stuffed into the cabin every year, transported to the distant slave sea and sold to slave owners living there.

About three or five minutes later, an old man in leather armor with two wooden swords in his arms walked into the room and saluted: "good afternoon, sir. I suggest you give up the unrealistic idea of participating in the martial arts competition again. Because with your skill and talent, it is difficult to defeat a qualified veteran, let alone a knight with excellent martial arts, even in a few years."

"Don\'t talk nonsense! Let\'s start today\'s fencing class." Zhang Cheng put down his research, turned and pulled out a heavy training wooden sword.

"Well, whatever you want, it\'s not my time and money to waste anyway." Blanco shrugged his shoulders indifferently.

He didn\'t even take a standard sword posture. He waved the wooden sword at will and said, "I\'ve taught the basic steps, breathing and parry skills of fencing several times. Today, let\'s enter the actual combat stage. Although I personally think you should exercise your muscles first, it doesn\'t matter if you strongly demand it, please start attacking now."

"Be careful!"

Zhang chengmeng, who never liked nonsense, took a step forward and waved his first sword from bottom to top with a standard low hand style.

Although the posture looks not pleasing to the eye, the actual combat effect is not bad. To be exact, in most actual combat swordsmanship, there are not many movements that can be called beautiful.

"Well done! But that\'s not enough!" Blanc defused the attack effortlessly with a backhand

However, he did not take the opportunity to launch a counterattack, but just stepped back and continued to stand in place waiting for the next round.

Obviously, according to Zhang Cheng\'s current level, let alone win, it is very difficult to create a threat.

But he has never been a person who likes to follow rules, nor will he be limited by the so-called standard posture.

After the failure of the first round of attack, the corners of his mouth tilted slightly, showing a cunning smile, followed by holding up his wooden sword and making a hard chop.

Out of habit and instinct, Blanco immediately chose to parry with a sword in both hands.

At the moment when the two wooden swords were about to collide, Zhang Cheng suddenly raised his foot and kicked the key part between the other party\'s legs.

This time, his action was fast and sharp, leaving no reaction time for his opponent.

Next second

Bang!

"Ah!!!!!! it\'s time to... Damn it!"

Blanco knelt painfully with his lower body covered, his face twisted.

Needless to ask, he must be in great pain now. He can\'t even grasp the sword.

As a mercenary who lived and died, he encountered such a mean, shameless and obscene move for the first time, so he was caught accidentally.

"Hehe, how do you feel, my dear swordsmanship teacher?" Zhang Cheng asked proudly.

"Great! I\'m sure that if you use this trick in a formal martial arts competition, you will be infamous for a hundred years, and your majesty will even directly deprive you of your noble title." Blanco replied with gnashing teeth, covering his injured "egg".

Looking at the other party\'s embarrassed expression, Zhang Chengcheng couldn\'t help laughing: "ha ha ha! Don\'t worry, I\'m not stupid enough to be used in the martial arts competition. I just want you to judge. If I take up the sword to duel with an ordinary person now, what are the chances of winning?"

"It\'s hard to say. Personally, I think it\'s hard for most people to stop your foot. Why, are you in any trouble?" Blanco struggled to stand up and asked with concern.

"No, no, that\'s all for today\'s swordsmanship. I\'ve got the answer I want." Zhang Cheng threw the wooden sword aside and continued to play with the gadgets on the table.

Seeing that the employer didn\'t intend to disclose the news, Blanco didn\'t force it, leaned slightly, and then turned and left the room.

As soon as he left the front foot, Zhang Cheng put on a gray cloak, took a sword and a bag of golden dragons, slipped out of the back door quietly and went straight to the direction of Junlin City prison.

As early as two days ago, he had contacted the warden and negotiated the price. The next thing he had to do was pay and kill the criminals in the bottom cell of the prison.