Weapon Enchantment

Fang Zheng smiled and raised both hands!

Led by the Sanitation Team and Inferno Gang, the crowd immediately stood up!

Seeing this, the Taoyuan County people also hurriedly rose.

Then thousands of voices shouted loudly, "Long live Your Majesty!"

The rest of the citizens, seeing this display, also stood up and gave three cheers.

Actually, upon first seeing the Emperor, the citizens instinctively wanted to bow.

But the arena seats were extremely cramped, making bowing impossible.

Seeing people leading a standing salute, naturally everyone began to imitate them.

The initial shouts weren't very coordinated.

Patches of sound from east and west, but as a spontaneous order emerged, the shouting gradually connected across the arena.

The sound grew increasingly louder! Shaking people's hearts.

The civil and military officials' emotions surged with it, and they couldn't help but join in the shouting.

Emperor Jing was naturally pleased beyond measure.

His face reddened with excitement, and he couldn't stop waving to the crowd.

Though this scene was heart-stirring for the people of Jing, it sounded completely different to Paba's ears.

He could feel a strong vitality and energy flowing through the crowd.

Unity... stability... progress, the environment here was far better than the capital.

Paba's heart wavered momentarily. He glanced at the delegation members who had accompanied him, then regained his composure.

These were all superficial... as long as they could trade with Jing.

Cattle, sheep, and sturdy horses for salt and iron. Within ten years... the Khan could organize several more battalions of iron-clad cavalry!

What could Great Jing use to resist then?

Commercial prosperity and wealthy citizens would all be lambs waiting for slaughter.

Countless resources for the taking!

The applause continued for ten full minutes, and Fang Zheng showed no intention of stopping it.

The crowd's hands were sore from clapping, and Emperor Jing's hand was tired from waving.

Yet no one dared to stop!

Until Fang Zheng made a grabbing motion in the air!

Only then did the applause gradually cease...

Emperor Jing sighed with relief and looked at Fang Zheng, "Minister Fang, can we begin now?"

Fang Zheng bent down close to Emperor Jing.

"No, Your Majesty! There are still several programs to perform!"

"This is our first World's First Martial Arts Tournament, with only two people!"

"It would be over in no time, wouldn't that be a waste of Your Majesty and the officials' visit?"

Emperor Jing was speechless.

To fill time, how many activities have you prepared this time?

"Alright... but be quick. I want to see how Zhang Biao defeats Chilie! By the way, who came up with the name 'Lost Biao' in the newspaper? It's not auspicious! How could you casually change someone's surname? Though the nickname 'Invincible East' is decent."

Fang Zheng chuckled, "I came up with it, how is it?"

"Nonsense! It's inauspicious! How could you randomly change someone's surname? What if Zhang Biao actually loses, wouldn't that be embarrassing?"

"Invincible East is fine!"

Fang Zheng was unconcerned, what's wrong with Lost Biao? Doesn't it sound much cooler than Zhang Biao?

"Your Majesty, first watch the program, I'll go check on Zhang Biao and make arrangements."

Emperor Jing waved his hand, "Go ahead with your business, don't mind me."

Fang Zheng nodded, stood up, and waved toward the bronze bell before walking out of the spectator stands.

Li Yuanzhao, seeing this, also wanted to follow, but was grabbed by Emperor Jing.

Emperor Jing looked displeased, "Today you stay by my side, you're not going anywhere!"

Li Yuanzhao grinned awkwardly and sat back down.

In the broadcasting room, Xie Xian had been watching Fang Zheng through binoculars. Seeing him wave, he immediately went forward to tap the host and handed him two sheets of paper.

"Time's up! This first sheet is the program list, read this first."

"The second sheet is the entrance introductions just sent over. First introduce Chilie, then Zhang Biao. Understand?"

The host took the scripts and quickly scanned them.

"No problem... hiss My goodness, why is Zhang Biao's introduction so long?"

"Don't worry about that, just shout loudly when the time comes! The venue is so large, if it gets chaotic, no one will hear!"

"When the competition starts, focus on introducing Zhang Biao, shout out our spirit! Show Great Jing's might! Understand?"

"When this event is over, if you perform well, there's a reward of one hundred taels of silver, and you'll be hired for the next one!"

One hundred taels!! How many years of hard work would that take?!

The host's expression turned serious: "Rest assured! I will complete the task, I'm the most professional!"

Then he took a deep breath, stepped to the bronze bell, and bellowed with his diaphragm: "Now! Please enjoy the artistic performance!"

"Singing a Mountain Song for Your Majesty"

"Lyrics and Music: Mr. Sai!"

As the performers entered, the musicians around the arena began playing under Wu Sheng's lead.

As for who Mr. Sai was, the whole capital knew by now.

Fang Zheng's usual antics were no longer surprising to anyone, and even Emperor Jing no longer felt embarrassed, instead enjoying it somewhat.

Despite this, when the 360-degree surround sound began, it still gave everyone in the arena a start!

Only Paba was still puzzled... how could this Mr. Sai be so shameless, writing such embarrassing lyrics?

...

Meanwhile, Fang Zheng had jogged all the way to Zhang Biao's preparation room.

Hearing the music faintly from the arena, he couldn't help but smile.

The scoundrels of the capital just love those vulgar, low-class things.

Today I've got you all trapped here, time to listen to some of my positive energy classics and detox your brains!!

Zhang Biao was now stripped down to just his shorts, in a wide-legged stance!

Both feet propped on chairs, his upper body constantly stretching left and right, looking extremely imposing!

The others in the room couldn't help much and were just sitting idly.

Only when Fang Zheng arrived did they all stand up.

Fang Zheng quickly asked, "How are the preparations going?"

Zhou Tie approached, "Master, we're just waiting for your instructions, everything else is ready."

"Good! Bring the brazier over! Lard... where's the lard?"

"Here it is!" Zhou Tie pulled out a jar of lard from behind him, walked to Zhang Biao's front, scooped out a large blob, and slapped it onto Zhang Biao's back, beginning to rub it in.

Zhang Biao seemed somewhat reluctant, grumbling, "Is this really necessary, Young Master? I'm confident I can win!"

"Stop talking nonsense! Just consider it for my sake, will you? If you end up crippled, don't expect me to support you!"

Fang Zheng struggled to lift Zhang Biao's broadsword, slowly inserting it into the charcoal brazier!

Watching the broadsword gradually enchant in the brazier, Fang Zheng smiled with satisfaction.

Outside they should still perform for another twenty minutes or so. The brazier's fire was low, but sufficient!

In a while, when the enchantment is complete, with one swing of this sword, even grazing Chilie would give him at least third-degree burns!

The broadsword enchantment had been tested in advance; the temperature would definitely hold for twenty minutes!

After twenty minutes... once it cooled down, it would be useless.

But a fight would be over in minutes, surely less than twenty minutes!

"Come... bring those deerskin gloves too, put them on first to get used to the feel!"