Insufficient balance

  "Hey, give me a bow like that, and if you can, when you marry my sister in the future, I'll throw in a few slaves for you, how about that?"

  Before the second arrow was shot, Abdul Matin said this sentence.

  Although Zhao Fubo didn't use that sentence again which made Shu Yiner and Little John uncomfortable, his answer this time was even more thorough.

  "I say big brother, spare me, we're in a martial arts competition!"

  Zhao Fubo's words were originally harmless, but this guy who lacked a conscience had no idea how hurtful such words could be.

  Abdul Matin gave him a glance, but he soon calmed down as he was more mature.

  "After all, Father wants to form an alliance with the Zhao family. Rather than giving in to that uncooperative guy, it's better... or maybe after a couple of years he'll understand!"

  Zhaō Fú Bō's answer once again plunged Mǎ Dīng into unprecedented disaster.

  "Teacher Martin, what have you been teaching Erlang all day?! Even if he's a bit dim-witted, it can't be that he doesn't know the basics of reason and propriety!"

  Shu Jing stood beside Martin, with an incredulous expression staring at Martin.

  As for Zhao Fubo's performance, Little John also turned up his nose in disdain, but the blame seemed to fall on Martin's shoulders.

  "Hum, you've taught your disciples well! If I were you, I'd pay extra attention to my own safety!"

  Martin could only raise his head and pretend he didn't hear it.

  The five-arrow match was quickly completed, and everyone turned over to pick up their own arrows. Zhao Fubo's Flying Fire Beast thought it was just a game, it let out a loud whinny, then suddenly rushed out.

  At this loud shout, Shu Yu'er's warhorse was startled and let out a few nervous snorts.

  The rest of the horses, one by one, struggled under their master's reins and backed away. They even let out a low whinny, refusing to take another step without being whipped.

  "Look at his horse, how naughty it is! Mr. Martin, I think that horse wasn't so bad when it first came back, isn't it also because of your teaching?"

  Little John started talking, his mouth was as quick-witted as Shu Yu's. Martin closed his mouth and only gave Little John a threatening glance.

  "Watch it, say one more word and I'll expose you!"

  Unexpectedly, Little John, who was always on Martin's good side, looked embarrassed and guilty.

  Shu Yu'er wasn't afraid of Martin's threat at all, and instead put on a united front with Little John.

  "Little John is right, Teacher Martin. I don't see Erlang's knowledge increasing, but his strange talk is getting more and more. What's this about 'only petty men and women are difficult to raise'? If San Niang finds out, you'll be in trouble!"

  Martin was speechless. At least he knew that in this life, he was destined to encounter formidable women everywhere. At home, it was his three wives; here, he feared...

  "Perhaps fate will change... who knows..."

  Before he could even try to think about the problem in his head, the person holding the target came running back. Naturally, Flying Fire Flame Beast, this rascal of a horse, had to be first.

  "Hurray, we won!"

  Zhao Fubo raised his bow and shouted loudly, Mu Ke also raised his bow, even continuously raising it up and down. It can be seen that he was very excited, but still didn't make a sound.

  Although he lost, his two subordinates, Emin and Basel, were also very happy. They raised the large-headed hammers in their hands and let out a loud roar towards the sky.

  This made Shu Yu'er and Xiao John so angry that they couldn't help but cover their ears, staring at the two giant beasts with wide eyes.

  Abdul Matin's face was now beaming with joy.

  Except for the first arrow which missed because he didn't understand the bow's performance, the other four arrows all exceeded his usual level.

  "What a great bow! This is really a good bow!"

  Like Zhao Fubo, he cheered excitedly, the difference was that he had more excitement. That's because after cheering, Zhao Fubo made him a promise.

  Zhao Fubo has always been generous to his friends, even though he himself has almost nothing. Now that he can finally be more open-handed, it's clear that he's delighted to do this favor for someone else.

  "Really can't tell, you actually like this bow so much! Alright, I can give you one!"

  Abdul Matin was furious that he had misheard, he didn't dare to believe it, such a divine weapon would be given to him by Zhao Fubo so easily.

  "Really? You're really going to give me this bow?"

  "That won't do!"

  Zhao Fubo immediately put on a smiling face and took back the bow from Abdul Matin's hand.

  "What? Then you..."

  Abdul Matin was confused by Zhen Fubo, he didn't understand if this guy was intentionally teasing him or not.

  Even if he was generous, when encountering such a capricious guy, he couldn't help but get angry.

  "If this guy is like this, should I marry off my sister to this bastard?!"

  Zhaofu Bow took the bow, seriously adjusted the bow and handed it to Little John. Then he turned his face to Abdul Matini and spoke with sincerity.

  "I'd be happy to give you a bow, but not this one. This is our little John's favorite thing, didn't you see those little fluffy balls? My teacher said that a gentleman doesn't take away other people's beauty!"

  After listening to Zhao Fubo's words, Martin really felt that he was extremely unlucky. Unlucky in crossing over, unlucky in being captured, and even encountering a student who was also so unlucky.

  He taught him the Analects of Confucius, but he recites them regardless of the occasion. He easily uses them in the right situation, yet somehow still gets it wrong.

  "Really? Do you have to make another one just for me?"

  At this moment, Abdul Matin was surprised. The decision in his heart just now immediately became a reality.

  "To have such a brother-in-law..."

  Zhao Fubo didn't care what was on his mind, and together with Mu Ke, they put on the armor of the city guard. Although they were only fifteen years old, they were still quite tall and lean, and could wear the smallest size of armor.

  "Hmm, unexpectedly, these two giants are quite meticulous!"

  Just as Martin was gazing at the two giant beasts with a sigh, Abdul Matin, who was not participating in the competition, came to his side.

  "Mr. Martin, are you worried about the Vopo brothers? No, although those two look fierce, they're not reckless at all."

  Martin looked at the two brothers with an appreciative eye, and now the two brothers gave him a feeling as if Schwarzenegger and Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson were standing together.

  "No, I'm not worried about them two, it's just that I have some interest in these two!"

  Abdul Matin's unexpected pursuit.

  "They? They're the Mamluks in the City Guard, hmm... just two unremarkable guys, although their physique is rare in the City Guard. I get along with them pretty well! Mr. Martin, may I ask why you're interested in them?"

  Martin smiled slightly, his thoughts were certainly different from Abdul Matin in front of him.

  These two guys in front of me would be absolutely the ace soldiers if they were put into his army in that era. So what can they do in this era?

  Martin didn't answer his question, but instead smiled and asked another one.

  "Is their strength great among the soldiers of your city guard?"

  Abdul Matin shrugged, it's not a big deal. Looking at the two brothers' robust appearance, they should be incredibly strong to begin with.

  "Of course, power... but..."

  Abdul Matin meant that although these two brothers were very powerful, they were quiet and honest in nature.

  Although his fighting skills were also good, he was not particularly outstanding in the combat techniques of the Mamluk cavalry, so he was often the object of others' teasing.

  But as their own two friends, it's not good to say these things too clearly, so they can only use their fingers to point at their own heads.

  "It's not about being smart, as long as you have strength...!"

  Martin nodded and only said that one sentence, then stopped talking. Abdul Matin didn't dare to ask him more questions, so he had to bury this doubt in his heart.

  Just as they were talking, the sound of "clang clang" of weapons colliding had already been heard from the martial arts arena.

  The sound drew everyone's gaze to them, just as expected, Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke's big gun did not collide with Ai Min and his brother Basai's nail-headed hammer, but continued to engage in a roaming fight.

  "Wooo..."

  On horseback, the brothers' war hammers swung with a faint whistling sound, and under the impact of the horse's strength, the power of their weapons was brought to its strongest might.

  Especially the two brothers, their strength was powerful, when they swung their mallets, not only were they swift but also effortless. They even had spare energy to hold up their shields with one hand, doing a thorough job of defense.

  Two-headed hammers were wielded by them, like two clusters of darkly shining iron balls rolling on the battlefield.

  Not just Martin, including Shuyin and Little John, all became tense.

  "These Mamluk cavalrymen are quite powerful in battle, but Zhao Fubo and Muk's skills aren't bad either!"

  In order to prepare for the martial arts competition, Zhao Fu and Mu Ke spent all their time practicing spears except when Zhao Fu was reciting books.

  Although the long spears cannot compete with the two-headed hammer in a head-on confrontation, they are not at a disadvantage in a mobile battle. Often, the rolling iron balls will be cleverly picked up and broken by their long spears.

  At this time, the two brothers let out a loud roar, and the hammer in their hands slid over a curved arc, dancing again, forcing Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke to constantly drive their mounts to dodge.

  Now they were pitted against two squadrons of Mameluke cavalry, and the results of their training were about to be revealed.

  Especially Zhao Fubo spent more time on the big gun, and when he swung his big gun, not only could he resist the attack towards himself, but also often helped Mu Ke who was already somewhat unable to withstand.

  At this moment, Zhao Fubo, who was fighting in the arena, had secretly worried that their strength was not as good as those of the two brothers, and if time dragged on, they would inevitably lose.

  "We need to think of a way to slow down these two guys' offense. Otherwise, if this goes on for long, I'm afraid Muk and I will be the ones who lose!"