The princes and Heirs Apparent all felt it was unfair.
This was simply bullying. The Emperor did not want to agree, so he was deliberately making things difficult.
If he would not agree, then so be it. Why bother finding such an excuse?
Thus, discussions broke out everywhere, with everyone speaking up for Chu Zhiyuan.
Chu Zhiyuan coughed twice.
Everyone turned to look at him.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "I'll give it a try."
"Wait, Fourth Brother." Chu Zhiting puffed out his chest, stepped forward, and cupped his fists. "Mr. Gao, let me seek your guidance first!"
Grandmasters were not all the same. If he tested the waters first, Fourth Brother would know what to expect and find a way to win.
The burly, imposing Gao Jiong hesitated.
Chu Zhiting said, "I know I'm no match for Mr. Gao, but I still want to see just how formidable a Grandmaster truly is. Whenever I sparred with the Grandmasters in the residence, every one of them humored me as if they were coaxing a child. It's infuriating!"
Gao Jiong looked toward Chu Qingfeng.
Chu Qingfeng said, "Young Gao, let him broaden his horizons."
"Yes." Gao Jiong answered solemnly, then cupped his fists to Chu Zhiting. "Young Master, please—!"
"Take this punch!" Chu Zhiting drove out a fist.
His fist instantly swelled by a full circle, purple qi flowing beneath his skin. He was using the Great Heavenly Thunder Hammer, the fist art in which Chu Zhiyao was also highly accomplished.
The Great Heavenly Thunder Hammer was fast, fierce, ruthless, and astonishingly powerful.
This punch gathered all the strength in his body. He knew he had only one chance; if it failed, he would lose.
It all depended on whether this punch could break through Gang Qi.
Gao Jiong solemnly threw out a