Lin Taichu saw clearly that the old man moved quickly and precisely. He was obviously a trained martial artist, and he looked even harder to deal with than Zhao Hu and Li Mo.
Lin Taichu's opponent that day was a burly man wielding a hammer. He was incredibly strong, and every swing of the hammer carried a howling gust.
Lin Taichu did not dare take it head-on. He could only rely on his speed to dodge and search for an opening in his opponent's defenses.
After more than forty exchanges, Lin Taichu seized the gap when the man swung his hammer. His trident stabbed toward the man's wrist. The man cried out in pain, and his hammer fell to the ground. Lin Taichu won.
During the noon break, Lin Taichu bought a steamed bun from a stall beside the square. He had barely taken a bite when he heard two people nearby whispering.
"Do you think the Prince will really take a liking to someone in this tournament? My Young Master has trained in martial arts for ten years. If he can become the Prince Consort, he'll rise straight to the top."
"Hard to say. I heard other nobles have sent people too, all hidden experts. Our Young Master may not be able to beat them. And the Prince hasn't even shown himself yet. Who knows what kind of person he likes?"
"That's true. Still, as long as he makes it into the top three, he'll definitely get to meet the Prince. Then it will depend on our Young Master's luck."
Lin Taichu's heart tightened. So it really was the Prince who had organized this, and the purpose was to find a Prince Consort.
The two people talking were probably attendants of someone sent by a noble. He did not