Buff Master Fang Zheng

The lard was evenly spread over Zhang Biao's entire body, making him shine with oil.

Wearing only shorts and gloves made him look especially... free!

Fang Zheng felt extremely awkward.

With all these buffs stacked on Zhang Biao, it seemed less like he was participating in a martial arts competition and more like attending a philosophical exchange conference.

Zhang Biao was clearly not satisfied with these changes either.

"Young Master, I think that..."

"I don't want you to think, I want me to think," Fang Zheng promptly interrupted Zhang Biao, "Put your pants on!"

"I've heard that people from the plains excel at wrestling. With you covered in lard, how could he possibly grab hold of you?" Fang Zheng reasoned with conviction.

"Since you won't use hidden weapons, then let's make thorough preparations. I've even found someone to do your makeup."

"Don't disgrace the reputation of Taoyuan County's constable when the fight begins. Many people have their eyes on your position!"

Zhou Tie stood drooling nearby.

Indeed! He had coveted this position for a long time!

Although life as an ordinary constable in the county was quite pleasant.

But no matter how pleasant it was, it couldn't compare to following the Master and eating meat!

Not to mention... just think about the gym he had prepared for Zhang Biao...

It made him green with envy just thinking about it!

Zhang Biao nodded and said no more.

Then someone else came forward to help with preparations.

This person took out various bottles and jars from a small box, along with eyebrow pencils, brushes, and similar items.

Zhou Tie looked at those complicated tools with confusion: "What is the Master planning to do? I didn't see this yesterday?"

Fang Zheng smiled: "Makeup for him."

"Chilie looks so frightening. We can't lose face even if we lose the fight!"

"This set of demon makeup will make him look more ferocious when applied! "

Zhou Tie watched as the makeup artist continuously dabbed and smeared Zhang Biao's face, then shook his head: "That won't work. Once the fight starts and he sweats, won't it all smear off?"

Fang Zheng smiled without saying a word.

That's exactly what he wanted! Let the makeup smear!

He had already experimented with someone at home last night.

The paint used on Zhang Biao's face was all black and red, applied in large areas to make him look nearly demonic.

Especially those eye circles, which looked like Luffy had activated Gear Fourth.

Once his face started sweating, the makeup would completely smear, creating the effect of a face covered in fresh blood, almost like bruises!

Demonic appearance plus bloodied state! He couldn't fight himself, but he had to stack every possible buff on Zhang Biao!

Enchanted iron sword for attack.

Lard coating for evasion.

Demon makeup for morale.

Everything that could be done for Zhang Biao, he had done.

Time ticked by... Zhang Biao's face had been painted in a colorful pattern, not much different from Beijing opera facial masks.

As the makeup was nearing completion, someone suddenly burst into the preparation room.

"Master! Chilie has already begun to enter the arena!"

"Got it! Zhang Biao, prepare to make your entrance!"

...

In the stadium, the iron-lunged host's roaring voice still lingered in the air.

"Good! The performance is over! Now I declare the World's First Martial Arts Tournament officially open!"

"The prairie's number one warrior Black Mountain Chilie versus the Invincible East, Lost~Biao!"

"Please welcome Black Mountain Chilie!"

At the entrance, Chilie was waiting on a tall horse, ready to enter.

The horse had been arranged by Fang Zheng, but he hadn't tampered with it.

After all, Fang Zheng was an upright youth with principles.

Besides, an ordinary horse might not be able to bear Chilie's weight.

When someone gave him the signal, Chilie gently nudged the horse's belly, and the horse slowly walked into the arena.

Chilie's demeanor was relaxed as he slowly looked around.

Being watched by twenty thousand people in a fight... this was also his first time.

But it was quite interesting.

If that Zhang Biao could give him an enjoyable fight, he would spare the dog's life.

If he couldn't even last two rounds, then he'd just kill him.

Fists and kicks know no mercy... Paba had also hinted that he could kill.

When the host saw Chilie's head emerge, he continued to call out emotionally: "He! From the depths of the prairie! At birth, a dragon and elephant appeared behind his back...."

Xie Xian frowned, pulled out a small knife from his sleeve and pressed it against the host's heart, angrily saying: "What the fuck are you making up?! Stick to the script!"

The host trembled: "Brother! His script is only one line! I'll have finished reading it after he takes two steps! You think I want to make this up?!"

Xie Xian silently withdrew his knife: "Still, you shouldn't boost their spirits and dampen ours! They're Northern Rong people!"

"I understand! I understand!" the host repeatedly begged for mercy.

Damn, if it weren't for the hundred taels, I wouldn't take this job!

"He is! The prairie's~first~warrior~, unparalleled in mounted combat~Black Mountain Chilie!!"

The host tried his best to drag out the sounds, finally stretching the short sentence until Chilie reached the center of the arena.

Then he exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat from his forehead.

Making money is really damn hard!

Paba sat in the audience, his old face turning red with embarrassment.

The host's strange tones were particularly uncomfortable to hear.

This was his fault! He hadn't anticipated that the martial arts entrance would take this form, and had provided too short an introduction!

But Chilie remained completely indifferent, as he couldn't understand anyway.

The audience couldn't help but gasp! Chilie's giant-like physique once again impacted everyone's vision.

Especially when he dismounted, forming a stark contrast with the fine horse.

The so-called tall horse beside him looked almost like a donkey.

The strong contrast made Emperor Jing inexplicably nervous, though Li Yuanzhao beside him still maintained his carefree attitude.

With a smile on his face, he said disdainfully: "Imperial Father, don't be fooled by his large size. Combat isn't just about physique and strength. If I trained for a few years, I might not be outmatched by him!"

Emperor Jing glanced at him sideways, then fixed his gaze on Chilie again.

At the opposite entrance, Fang Zheng and others were accompanying Zhang Biao as he appeared.

Zhang Biao wore deerskin gloves, carrying a red-hot broadsword, and with his oily body, he looked like a character who had walked out of a CG scene!!

Fang Zheng was very satisfied with his set of operations.

No matter what, the imposing manner was at its maximum!

After Chilie had performed a fancy spear move and stood in place, the host continued to shout.

"Next, please welcome the Invincible East! Lost~Biao!"

Zhang Biao slowly stepped forward, with Fang Zheng shouting from behind: "Walk slowly!! Drag the iron sword on the ground, don't hold it up!"

Watching his silhouette gradually move away, Fang Zheng's expression returned to seriousness.

Turning to Zhou Tie, he asked: "How are the arrangements in the audience?"

Zhou Tie thought for a moment: "The five hundred women with the loudest voices in the county have been positioned."

"The experts responsible for blowpipes are all in the first row, yesterday's rehearsal should be fine."

"The doctors are also in place, ready to provide immediate rescue."

"Awaiting your orders at any time."

Fang Zheng sighed: "Good! Thank you all for your hard work... no matter what happens, everyone who came today will receive a red envelope when they return to the county."

"So tall! No wonder it's so long... his spear is too long, Zhang Biao probably won't be able to get close."

In such a broad arena, a long spear almost countered all conventional weapons, not to mention Chilie's spear!

Zhou Tie's eyes were fixed on Chilie, "Master, why don't we just shoot him with an arrow now! I see that once the fight starts, it might be hard to control. We might not react in time."

"If a spear hits a vital point, Zhang Biao could be finished..."

Only now did Zhou Tie understand why Fang Zheng had been so nervous and on edge.

At first glance of Chilie, he had already determined that Zhang Biao was no match.

After all... the gap was too great!

Fang Zheng waved his hand, smiling bitterly: "No need. Zhang Biao rarely meets an opponent. Since he enjoys it, let him fight to his heart's content."

"As long as we can ensure his safety..."