Insufficient balance

  Saffron's target was not Zhao Fubo's mount - the Flying Fire Heaven Beast, but rather the reins of this bad horse.

  According to his understanding, as long as he cut off the reins, the horse that loved freedom would help him complete the following tasks.

  But he miscalculated!

  It is often said that horses are highly spirited animals.

  Before he could get close, the Flying Fire Heaven Beast suddenly let out a long hiss. Then it turned its body around, and its massive horse butt was aimed directly at Safowan.

  This is the prelude to Ma Er's kick, and as long as Safo Wan gets a little closer, those iron hooves will let him know why the horse's fixed-point kick is so famous.

  Suffolk was somewhat surprised at this, and he made a detour, intending to go ahead.

  "That guy's marksmanship is pretty good, if he had this horse to assist him, it would be..."

  Now he can already guess what Fei will do when facing Tian Xing in a match.

  This guy had a nickname when he was at Difu Village, called - overabundance of energy. A troublemaker, biting and kicking people is his daily routine.

  Just as he was approaching the reins and about to complete his move, a voice suddenly came from behind.

  "How are you enjoying the horse? However, be careful, this guy's temper is not very good. If you accidentally hurt him, I'm afraid you won't have a chance to kill me at the martial arts conference!"

  Zhao Fubo's figure appeared in time at the window on the third floor, looking at Safowan's shadow. Although he didn't have much hostility, but the upturned corner of Mu Ke's mouth beside him had already made Safowan feel a flush on his face.

  He looked up at the person upstairs, pretending to be nonchalant. As soon as his hand dropped, the short knife was hidden under the long sleeve of his garment.

  "It looks like a good horse, but it seems to have a bad temper! Be careful, or you might lose your life in the martial arts competition!"

  Zhao Fubo knew that his Fei Huo Ran Tian beast had a terrible temper, and he was just relieved that it hadn't bitten anyone.

  "Thanks for reminding me, as long as you're not hurt!"

  He left the window and went to the table to wait for the good dishes. Mu Ke, however, leaned against the windowsill, staring intently at Safo Wan.

  In this case, Safo Wan knew that he had no chance to do anything else. He just rushed towards Mu Ke with a cold smile, carrying his big gun and leaving on horseback.

  Mu Ke responded with a cold smile of his own, only this time it was laced with even more sarcasm. He watched as Sapho's figure disappeared into the crowd until he was completely out of sight.

  "Mu Ke, what's so interesting about him? Come and eat quickly, the dishes are getting cold!"

  Zhao Fubo was a very muddled guy when he didn't have the "turtle spirit". He was not only confused about emotions, but also quite insensitive to the feeling of danger.

  "What's wrong, Muk? Is something off?"

  Shu Yu'er didn't look like him, just a glance at Mu Ke's expression and she knew something was wrong. Mu Ke returned to the table with a nonchalant attitude, only saying two words to her.

  "It's gone!"

  Shu Yu'er shot a resentful glance at Zhao Fu-bo, but didn't dare say anything in front of so many people.

  After all... since that day when Zhao Fubo unintentionally "teased" her, the spicy flavor on Shu Yiner's body quickly dissipated, and instead, she paid more attention to Zhao Fubo.

  "You two can't be so careless, the martial arts competition is just five or six days away! Especially you, if you don't win..."

  Zhao Fubo's slow-witted perceptual system, of course, didn't know anything about Shu Yiner's worries. On the contrary, he laughed and showed a confident appearance.

  "I have a horse and I have a gun. Nothing is lacking, all that's left is to go on stage for the martial arts competition! As for winning or losing, no matter what, I..."

  Zhao Fubo learned from Shu Yu'er's "light and thin" approach after being with her, and now often only says half a sentence when speaking.

  Zhao Fubo's appearance couldn't be exchanged for Shu Yiner's good temper. As for the "second half of the sentence" that Zhao Fubo didn't say, like all girls who have just fallen in love, she just liked to hear it.

  "You have everything, how come I didn't notice? What do you have, do you have money? Do you have a house? You..."

  Shu Yu'er's small mouth was as fast as firecrackers on New Year's Eve, a string of sounds that didn't stop, leaving Zhao Fu Bo staring with wide eyes, not understanding why Shu Yu'er was so angry.

  His reaction made Shu Yu'er let out a long sigh, that worried look, as if she had seen a mischievous and annoying little kid who would never grow up.

  Little John on the side saw Shu Yu'er being choked by Zhao Fu's reaction and came up with a sentence that was neither sour nor salty.

  "He may be a nobody or nothing special, but it seems that some people like him anyway, and for him, maybe that's enough!"

  His reaction made Shu Yu'er glance at him quickly, her face flying red as she whispered a sentence back.

  "Mind your own business!"

  If this sentence was said by Zhao Fubo, Shu Yiner would definitely let him know the power of "this lady".

  But at this time, in the east house, Zhao Fubo's subordinate, Shu Yu'er... after all, in her heart, was a person who had been treated lightly by Zhao Fubo!

  "Yes, Fu Bo wants to participate in the martial arts competition, but he really lacks something else. However, I have already prepared it. Can you guess what it is?"

  Looking at Martin's smile that was neither a smile nor not a smile, several people looked at each other in dismay, unsure of what they had just missed.

  "Ah!"

  Zhao Fubo, who was careless and sloppy, responded to Martin's words with disdain.

  "Cut it, who doesn't know that I have iron armor under my leather armor! You all know that it's all because of that scoundrel Wei Zhen tormenting me, otherwise I wouldn't be able to wear this thing every day... but I've gotten used to it..."

  Everyone knows that under his cuirass is a thick steel plate, not an iron armor at all, but a pure plate-style back heart steel armor, which is much heavier than the ordinary chain mail.

  According to Martin's estimate, the thickness of that steel plate, especially in the chest and abdomen and back, is at least three to five millimeters thick, and it was forged as a whole piece.

  Otherwise, last time Fei Huo's beast clawed Zhao Fu Bo, it would have taken his life.

  Even now, there is still a horseshoe print on the steel armor in front of my chest. From this point, it can be seen that the "digging" power of Fei Huo Ran Tian Beast is unbearable for ordinary people.

  Of course for someone like Zhao Fubo who is not developed in this regard, that thing is called "crescent moon".

  "I have!"

  Muk's reaction is similar to Zhao Fubo, the difference being that he only says two words. Like all Mamluk cavalry, Muk is equipped with lamellar armor (ring armor) by the Imperial Guard.

  As the main guard of the Zhao family, the Yu Lin Wei was equipped with nothing more than lamellar armor commonly seen in the Arab region. They used a helmet that combined scales and lamellae, and had already formed a series of equipment.

  Martin declined to comment on the responses of the two individuals.

  "I know you have it, what you have now is the lock armor issued by the Zhao family to the Yu Lin guards, but what I want is the heavy armor of the heavy cavalry. Aren't all Mamluk cavalrymen heavy armored? Haven't you received training as a heavy armored cavalryman?"

  Mu Ke simply shrugged and made a negative gesture, as for Zhao Fu Bo, he didn't care anyway, he was the kind of person who never really cared about anything.

  Martin won't do, because according to his plan, Zhao Fubo's victory in this martial arts competition would make him a "celebrity" and that would be Martin's way of making his first pot of gold. As a modern Chinese person, he is very clear that without money, nothing can be done.

  "Uh-huh, that's good. However, Fu Bo is probably still getting used to it. I've already asked Jack and Zhemal to bring back two sets of better armor for us to use during the martial arts tournament."

  "I think it's best if you all borrow two sets of armor to get used to them, otherwise I'm afraid that when the time comes, you won't be accustomed to wearing them. Fubo, no matter what, this martial competition must not be lost, and I think Yu'er thinks so too, right Yu'er?"

  Shu Yiner naturally understood what Martin meant, her face turned red and she rolled her eyes at Martin, but her reddened face had already exposed her concerns.

  "This was supposed to be about comparing martial arts skills, how did it end up being about me?"

  "Huh? Aren't you afraid he'll lose?"

  Shu Yiner glanced at Martin again, and the corner of her eye kept glancing at Zhao Fubo's face. But this guy was now devouring a braised lion head, and didn't hear Shu Yiner and Martin's conversation at all.

  Xu Yu'er's heart was filled with hope, but she replied in a huff, her voice laced with bitterness.

  "Lost again, Miss...Miss..."

  While speaking, the hands in his arms were kneading the little ball of fur in his chest, as if it was all its fault.

  Little John looked at Xiao Mian's painful appearance and couldn't help but feel worried, reminding Shu Yu'er.

  "Hey, easy does it... Little Miao isn't that idiot..."

  Who would have thought that although the fool was gnawing on "braised lion's head", his ears were not idle, and with a mouthful of food, he called out vaguely.

  "Who's the idiot... Ah... I'm listening... Can't lose, right? If we lose, Yu'er... Don't worry, no matter what, I won't let this happen, even if it costs me my life!"

  Such an answer was music to Shu Yiner's ears, what a wonderful taste it was. With the comfort in her heart, Shu Yiner picked up the wine glass in front of her. In her opinion, this was indeed something worth celebrating with a drink.

  Before she could even taste it, Zhao Fubo's next words made her realize that this was still a stupid fool who hadn't "opened his eyes".

  "Hey, no way, you're going to drink?"

  Shu Yiner looked at Zhao Fubo with a puzzled expression, seeing his tense face. Not drinking wine in the tavern, were they going to drink water instead?

  But then Zhao Fubo immediately began his lecture, and in the face of his "long-winded talk", Shu Yu'er really didn't know what to say.

  "Third Daughter said that the girls would do stupid things after drinking, and with so many people around, they would be laughed at! But why do the girls always do stupid things after drinking?"

  Martin listened to Zhao Fu's words on the side, and a mouthful of wine almost spit out. In the continuous coughing, he choked himself red-faced, and asked himself a question in his heart.

  "This kid is really a bit stupid, should I give him a lesson on physiology and hygiene?"