Insufficient balance

  On the day of the martial arts competition, the sea breeze was as gentle as a girl's kiss, making people feel carefree and joyful. Walking on the street, Safuwan still carried his long cowhide bag and covered his face with black gauze.

  Different from usual, he was wearing a suit of Mamluk heavy armor today, less cold and more majestic.

  Safu rode the fine black horse given by Zhao Wuji, looking at the beautifully decorated martial arena, thinking about his own affairs, especially thinking about what Zhao Wuji had said to him when he was growing up.

  "I gave you the chance for revenge, but Fu Bo is my nephew after all. From today on, you are the one who stole my horse and Dragon Tooth Saw, which means you are an enemy of the Zhao family! Safo Wan, if that's the case, do you still want to do this?"

  That day, after Saffron obtained the Dragon's Tooth Saw and that fine black horse, Zhao Wuji immediately said those words to him.

  "Yes, Father, I understand what I should do!"

  Saffron recalled what had happened at that time, and there was a faint sadness in her heart.

  He did not regret his choice, if he could kill Zhao Fubo on the martial arts field and avenge his small team of brothers, then perhaps everything he paid for would be worth it.

  Of course, he also guessed another meaning in Zhao Wuji's heart, killing Zhao Fubo, so his son would become the master of the Zhao family in the future.

  Zhao's affairs had no appeal to Safo Wan, and at this moment his attention was focused on killing Zhao Fubo. After completing this task, his own movements were not important.

  So, although he wore a suit of armor, his heart was still filled with bloodthirst and coldness.

  It was much worse than the people he met head-on.

  Zhao Xu wore a silver-plated cuirass on his body, and the heavy iron leaf-shaped breastplate made him feel extremely uncomfortable.

  In his hand was still the elegant folding fan that represented him, with a large entourage of family members and servants following closely behind.

  As for his long spear, although it's not as exaggerated as his dragon-tooth saw, it was also made in the style of the Song Dynasty's aristocratic spears. At this moment, it was being carried by several foot soldiers, along with a large flag bearing the character "Zhao".

  Compared with others, his momentum is indeed grand and majestic. As for his skills... at least he has already gained confidence, and will absolutely not lose to his brother Zhao Fubo.

  For this matter, Zhao Wuji secretly returned to Huangsha City.

  As the master of Difu Village, he shouldn't be here, but for his son and the future of Zhao family's western house, he can't not be here.

  Now dressed as an Arab, Zhao Wuji looked around anxiously from the small door behind the viewing platform.

  He saw that San Niang was sitting near the city master, appearing as the mistress of the Zhao family. Shu Yiner stood behind her with several maids and women.

  In front of and behind him, there were officers of the garrison as well as other prominent families from the city of Yellow Sands, and some notable figures. On the stands to either side of them were the common people of the city of Yellow Sands.

  Below the viewing platform is the martial arts arena, a large circular field surrounded by fences in the middle, which is the venue for horseback fighting. On both sides are two longer rectangular fields, one for archery on foot and the other for horseback archery skills.

  Further away, smaller empty spaces lined up in a row were the places for short-weapon close combat. Outside these empty spaces that had not yet begun to compete, where the fences were pulled, groups of people wearing all kinds of armor who signed up for the competition crowded there.

  There, Zhao Wuji saw the thorn in his eye and the stab in his flesh, also the reason he had to leave Difu Village - Zhao Fubo.

  It can be seen that Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke beside him are wearing armor, which makes him feel suffocated.

  What was that Arab's armor, and even when the helmet on his head covered Zhao Fubo's curly black hair, it looked like Yang Zaiying reborn, and Yue Jia'erlang in the world.

  "This... this little rascal... could it be that Master Shu has been supporting him?"

  Zhao Wujie looked at Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke, who not only wore the armor of the Song Dynasty, but also held long guns in their hands, which were exactly the same as those used by the Song Dynasty.

  Just thinking of Shu Yun'er's father, Rui Yu Zhuang's master - Shu Bo'an supporting Zhao Fu Bo behind his back, he couldn't help but feel angry.

  "You old scoundrel Shu! If it weren't for you back then... Now, if you continue to act like this, don't blame me, Zhao Wuji, for being ruthless and merciless one day!"

  Just as Zhao Wuji was furious, the person he sent someone to invite had already arrived not far away. A mouthful of fairly fluent Chinese, although somewhat Arabic flavor, but also counted as a good accent.

  "Hey, Master Zhao is back! Why didn't you notify me? If I had known, I would have come to welcome you back with my brother!"

  The man had not yet arrived, but his voice came first with the wind in front of Zhao Wuji.

  This is a tall and majestic general, wearing a golden cuirass with precious stones on the outside, forging a magnificent plate-style breastplate.

  When he spoke, he had the air of a master with a loud voice. He was Abdurahman's father, the lord of Keri City. When he came to Zhao Wuji's side, he even patted his shoulder, showing great warmth.

  "Alas, don't mention it. Coming back to watch a game also has to be done secretly, and we have to sneak behind our family's patriarch. My lord, please don't make too much noise, or else..."

  Abdul Matin, following behind Kairi Mu Chengzhu, saluted Zhao Wuji, but in his heart he was somewhat skeptical.

  "This Master Zhao seems a bit stern-looking, but his young master..."

  Kai Li Mu Cheng turned his head and took a look at San Niang who was sitting still, then shrugged his shoulders to comfort Zhao Wu Ji.

  "Look at what you're saying, my Master Zhao Da. Who doesn't know your status in the Zhao family? San Niang will definitely give you this bit of face. And isn't there still a brother around? This thin face, San Niang won't refuse either. Even if he saw it, just push it onto me and say I insisted on letting you come!"

  Facing the generous Keli Mu Castle Lord, Zhao Wuji could only let out a bitter smile. Who didn't know that this Keli Mu Castle Lord, seemingly generous but actually meticulous, was someone to be worried about!

  Just a few words, but it has already revealed the reason why he dare not show his face in front of everyone.

  "Alas, let's just forget it and avoid the trouble. Actually, I came this time with something to discuss with you, I wonder if you have the time, my Lord of Kairi Castle!"

  Kai Li Mu glanced around, gave a wink to his son Abdul Matin who was following him, and then warmly pulled Zhao Wuji's hand into a small room in the back.

  "What did Zhao Zhuang mainly instruct, sending someone to say a word, can't Old Kairui Mu hurry up and do it for you? Still need your... this kind of appearance... haha..."

  Facing Kaili Mocheng's sarcastic remarks, Zhao Wuji could only shake his head and smile bitterly.

  "Alas, you don't know this, but our Zhao family has a rule that the sons compete with each other on the first day of March. In the past, my son and his brothers were all winners in their matches, but if he loses this time in the martial arts competition in Huangsha City, it would be a loss of face..."

  Kai Li Mu didn't hear Zhao Wuji mention his son, but as soon as he did, his heart couldn't help but surge with anger.

  "Hmph, your son is quite arrogant, wanting to see me? Tell him to come early tomorrow, hmph..."

  Although inwardly cold and sneering, before the infighting in the Zhao family comes to an end, this face cannot be turned over. So the passionate smile on his face did not diminish in the slightest, instead he brought up another matter.

  "Hmm, this... Master Zhao, you know, there are quite a few heroes from outside the city this time. They're not easy to deal with, unlike those in Huangsha City!"

  Zhao Wuji naturally knew that this matter couldn't be accomplished with just emotions, so he put on a completely understanding expression.

  "Of course, of course, Lord City Master, as long as you can take care of them a bit, what other problems could there be? I only ask for two things. First, let them just play and not get hurt. Second, it's best if they don't run into each other, you know, both brothers are young and hot-headed, losing face wouldn't be good!"

  Kai Li Mu Cheng's master nodded in agreement, and immediately guessed eight or nine out of ten about the struggle within the Zhao family.

  According to the information provided by his son Abdul Matin, Zhao Fu Bo, who was helpless and had no one to rely on, would certainly be suppressed in martial arts, while Wen Shi originally had an advantage over Zhao Xu.

  "So you're actually afraid of your usual cheating being exposed... But this matter..."

  The master of Kairi Mocheng had a look of embarrassment on his face, not that he wanted money, but according to what his son said, Zhao Fubo was an ordinary person who might achieve great things in the future.

  Just a few days ago, Zhao Fubo and Mu Ke were defeated by Emin and Basel, but they were unexpectedly beaten by two 15-year-old kids.

  The skeptical Kairi Mokuzu asked his two subordinates, and the two honest guys both affirmed that they had not let the water out.

  "If even these two fierce beasts can be defeated, then perhaps this martial contest of Zhao Da Gongzi's will not be easily won..."

  "Heh heh...... Lord Kaimori, my brother, I'm counting on you for this matter. As long as you're willing to help, I believe our problem will be no problem at all!"

  Kai Mu thought for a moment and looked at the pouch in Zhao Wuji's hand, which was definitely filled with gold dinars. He nodded his head.

  "Alright, I'll separate your son from his brothers and place them in different groups. Also, I'll separate the skilled ones and arrange for them to be placed separately. This way, I think both your son and nephew will be much safer and less likely to run into each other. What do you think?"

  Zhao Wuji naturally knew that the other party would not completely satisfy his wishes. Although this could not guarantee that his son would win, if he added the revengeful person he had arranged to go in, or Zhao Fubo would not easily win either!

  "Alright, that's it. Thanks to the efforts of the master of Kaimori Castle. Another day, come visit me at Difu Village and we'll have a good chat again!"

  Kai Mu understood the reason in his heart, but on his face, he showed a reluctant expression.

  "What's wrong with you? You're leaving just like that? Can't you stay a bit longer? It won't be too late to leave after watching the rest of the game!"

  Zhao Wuji accomplished his task and naturally wanted to stay in this place of right and wrong for as short a time as possible. He didn't bother with the farewell ceremony of the lord of Kaimu City, and hastily left.