Chapter 1: Iron Eagle Sharp Shooter

  Handan, the residence of Qin Yiren.

  "Ding ding ding!"

  A dense, bean-like metallic impact sound rang out. Qin Yiren was fighting against Meng Zhao, their hands holding the Qin sword dancing like a whirlwind of fire, constantly colliding.

  "Gongzi has made great progress, it's only been a dozen or so days since he started practicing martial arts, and yet he can already withstand three to five moves from Master Meng." Magai's eyes shone brightly as he watched the two of them exchange blows, deeply moved.

  "The prince is indeed a prince, not an ordinary person can compare with." Fan Tong nodded heavily, very much in agreement, saying: "Young master is extraordinary, we have long known that, leading us out of trouble, eating our fill, wearing warm clothes, no longer being imprisoned. But did not think that young master's martial arts also has such talent."

  At this point, he paused for a moment and sighed: "It's just a pity that the young master didn't like to practice martial arts before. If not, after practicing with us, he would have already become a master of martial arts."

  "Bang!" Just as he was saying that, Meng Zhao's Qin sword chopped down fiercely, like lightning. Qin Yiren dodged and weaved but couldn't avoid it, so he had to use his own sword to block. The two swords clashed, and Qin Yiren's wrist shook violently, causing the sword in his hand to fly out.

  "Unfair!" Ma Gai and Fan Tong shook their heads, protesting on behalf of Qin Yiren.

  "Meng Zhao, you promised not to use brute force, but you're going back on your word." Qin Yiren and Meng Zhao had agreed before their match that they would only exchange sword moves, without comparing strength.

  When it comes to strength, Meng Zhao is a sharp soldier of the Qin army. His strength far surpasses that of Qin Yi Ren. If they were to compete in terms of strength, ten Qin Yi Rens would not be his match.

  Meng Zhao launched a fierce attack, but was unable to gain the upper hand against Qin Yiren. This damaged the reputation of the elite soldiers of the Qin army, and only then did he use his strength to shake off the sword in Qin Yiren's hand.

  "Gentlemen, to use your own words, this is a case of 'soldiers do not despise deceit'." Meng Zhao said with a flourish, trying to maintain his dignity.

  "Hiss! Hiss!" was the response from Ma Gai and Fan Tong's hisses.

  "Cut!" Qin Yiren jabbed his middle finger at him fiercely.

  Meng Zhao actually felt a bit embarrassed, and smiled wryly, saying: "Young master, you're already quite impressive, being able to withstand this many moves under my hands in less than ten days of martial arts training, it's truly rare."

  "What a load of crap!" Qin Yiren said with great annoyance.

  "Gongzi, Meng Da-ren is right." Magai also came to comfort Qin Yiren and said: "Gongzi should know that we are not ordinary Qin army sharp soldiers, but the elite of the Qin army. You can withstand Meng Da-ren for so long, if it were an ordinary sharp soldier, unless you win by force, it would be almost impossible to defeat you."

  "What's the difference between Elite Warriors and ordinary Warriors?" The former didn't like military affairs, wasn't very familiar with the composition of the Qin army, and Qin Yiren's interest was piqued.

  As soon as this matter was mentioned, Meng Zhao, Ma Gai and Fan Tong were all greatly invigorated. Meng Zhao's head rose high, his chest puffed out, and he hastily said: "Young Master, let me tell you about this. Do you know which part of the Qin army is the most elite? It's the Iron Hawk Sharpshooters!"

  "What's 'Iron Eagle Sharpshooters'?" Qin Yiren heard it for the first time, his eyebrows furrowed into a "川" shape.

  "When it comes to the Iron Eagle Guards, we have to start with the Iron Eagle Swordsmen." Meng Zhao explained to Qin Yi, "The Iron Eagle Swordsmen were first established by Duke Mu. At that time, iron armor had just appeared and was much more expensive than now, even more precious than gold. Duke Mu selected the most elite warriors from the army and equipped them with iron armor, and they became the Iron Eagle Swordsmen."

  Duke Mu of Qin was one of the Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn period. At that time, iron weapons had just appeared and were extremely valuable, only more expensive than gold.

  "Gongzi, do you know how much strength an Iron Eagle Swordsman has?" Meng Zhao asked himself and answered, "Single arm seven hundred jin (during the Warring States period, one jin was equivalent to half a kilogram now, so seven hundred jin is equivalent to three hundred and fifty kilograms), both arms would have one thousand five hundred jin of strength."

  "We are all Iron Eagle Swordsmen." Magai and Fantong said in unison, their heads held high, their chests puffed out, extremely proud.

  Tieying Swordsmen are the elite among the elite of the Qin army, and all Qin soldiers take pride in becoming Tieying Swordsmen. Being selected as a Tieying Swordsman is an honor that can last a lifetime.

  "No wonder you're so energetic." Qin Yiren suddenly realized.

  "Unfortunately, we have not practiced for three years, our bodies are no longer as strong as before, and our strength is no longer comparable to the past." The soft detention life of three years has ruined their physical condition, their strength has not yet recovered to what it was before, otherwise they would be even more formidable.

  "If it were before Duke Xiao, the Iron Eagle Swordsmen would have been the most elite warriors of Great Qin. But after Duke Xiao, we are only second-rate. The true elite of Great Qin is the Iron Eagle Guards." Ma Gei couldn't help but feel a sense of regret.

  "Tie Ying Rui Shi is even more formidable than you guys, how strong are they?" Qin Yi's curiosity was piqued.

  "One arm can exert a thousand catty of force, two arms can exert two thousand catty of force." Meng Zhao shook his head, deeply regretful, saying: "We were originally selected to be Iron Eagle Sharpshooters..."

  Ma Gei's clever person bumped into Meng Zhao with his elbow, and Meng Zhao immediately came to his senses and shut up.

  "That's all." This small action couldn't deceive Qin Yiren.

  "Master, let's just forget it." Meng Zhaoyan regretted, how could she be so tactless?

  "Speak." Qin Yi Ren only said one word, but it was unquestionable.

  "We were just selected and hadn't even received the Iron Eagle Knights' training yet, when we were sent to protect the young master." Meng Zhao slapped his own mouth, unable to help but tell the truth.

  As a soldier, who doesn't want to be the best of the best? Having just been selected as an Iron Eagle Sharpshooter, only to bid farewell to it, is truly regrettable.

  "Do you know the training method of Iron Eagle Knights? If you do, can you train me?" Qin Yi's eyes sparkled with excitement and admiration: "A single arm with a thousand jin of strength, both arms with two thousand jin of strength, what kind of enormous power is this! If I could become an Iron Eagle Knight, how exhilarating would that be!"

  Tie Ying Rui Shi is the top martial force of Qin State, looking around the world, there is no army that can compare with it, who can not admire.

  "Prince, how would we know?" Meng Zhao spread his hands out in a helpless gesture.

  If he knew, could he still not train?

  "It's said that there is a secret among them, but no one knows what the secret is. If it's leaked, nine generations will be killed." Magai thought for a moment and spoke astonishing words.

  "What's that secret?" The secret that was guarded by killing nine clans must be extraordinary, and Qin Yiren was greatly astonished.

  No one can answer this question, Qin Yiren continued training under the guidance of Meng Zhao and three others.

  Qin Yi people trained extremely hard, no matter how bitter and tired they were, it was never called bitter, even if they were covered in blood.

  The princes and nobles wear brocade and eat jade, but cannot bear hardships. Such princes who can endure hardships are rare in the whole world, and Meng Zhaolong and others admire them endlessly.

  After training, Qin Yiren dragged his tired body back to the house. Miao and Hei Bo had already prepared hot water for him. He took off all his clothes and jumped in, lying down in a big character shape, extremely comfortable.

  "Prince..." Mo Er called out softly as she wiped Qin Yiren's back.

  "Hmm." Qin Yiren shifted his body: "Something's up?"

  "It's nothing." Miao Er bit her lip tightly, wanting to say something but hesitating.

  "Speak." Qin Yiren saw the look on her face that wanted to speak but didn't dare, and his heart was crystal clear.

  "Prince......" Miao Er hesitated for a moment, gritted her teeth and said: "I heard you mention the Iron Eagle Sharpshooters. I know the secret to becoming an Iron Eagle Sharpshooter."