An elder challenged

The drums thundered and cheers were deafening. In this circular theater, countless people stood in the stands to catch a glimpse of the princes. On the high platform, on the right were Queens such as Kunti and Gandhari, and on the left were important ministers such as Bhishma and Drona.

And in the center, naturally, is the blind king of Hastinapura — Dhritarashtra.

"Is that the prince Duryodhana fought against my eldest son, Vidura?"

Dhritarashtra asked his prime minister, explaining that his blindness prevented him from seeing clearly because his mother Ambika Ambika, had closed her eyes when she married the Sage Vyasa, fearing the Sage Vyasa's ugly face.

Finally, this resulted in the Dhritarashtra being unable to see. From this perspective, it is probably related to a defect in the Primordial Spirit. Otherwise, given Hastinapura's abilities, it would be impossible for him not to find a strong magnetic field capable of driving Cellular Regeneration.

It is actually quite tragic that the Bharata Clan lineage had long since died out, and neither Pandu nor Dhritarashtra were of the bloodline of the former Vichitravirya.

Vichitravirya died young without having any children. Both of Vichitravirya's wives were children born from his mother Satyavati -Vichitravirya's illegitimate son, Sage Vyasa.

But at least on the surface, the kingdom has been passed down. As for what Vichitravirya himself thought... he's dead now.

Vizier Vidura replied to Dhritarashtra, "The one who fought against Prince Duryodhana was Nakula, one of the Pandavas, and then Bhima."

Upon hearing that name, everyone immediately felt a sense of pressure. Bhima was the Pandavas and unmatched in close combat. Moreover, in his youth, Bhima had almost been poisoned to death by Duryodhana, so it could be said that they were destined to be enemies.

Meanwhile, Bhishma, who was observing the character and strength of each prince, received a piece of cloth. He took it with some doubt, while Drona looked at him with curiosity, and the Ashwatthama behind him leaned in even closer.

"What? Someone actually wants to challenge Bhishma?"

On the cloth was a line written in bold letters: expressing the hope that, amidst the grand spectacle of the crowds, after the princes' skill demonstration, one could have a martial arts exchange with Bhishma.

Of course, if Bhishma is unwilling, Guru Drona can also do it; either way will do.

The Ashwatthama neighed in surprise, attracting the attention of many. Bhishma stroked his white beard and chuckled, "Never mind him. Probably just some silly prank. Guards, who handed this thing up?"

"Who is it? It's just..."

"Just what?"

"However, that man claimed he wanted to prove... that it wasn't only Kshatriyas who possessed bravery, but rather that only those who were brave deserved to be called Kshatriyas."

These words were not something the crowd could easily ignore, as they were essentially a blatant provocation. If they were to disregard them, rumors might spread the next day that the generals of Hastinapura were cowardly in battle.

At this moment, Duryodhana had already Nakula. Looking at the fallen man, Duryodhana unceremoniously stomped on him, laughing loudly. Meanwhile, Vidura said to Dhritarashtra:

"Your Majesty, Nakula has been defeated, and now Duryodhana is humiliating his opponent. You should stop him."

Hearing the laughter of the Duryodhana, Dhritarashtra smiled as well, and said, "Wait a minute, Nakula hasn't admitted defeat yet, has he?"

The next moment, the laughter of the Duryodhana stopped, and a burly man in heavy armor walked up, holding a war pestle. He was none other than the son of the Vayu, the Bhima.

"Duryodhana!"

Seeing Duryodhana also loosened his grip and engaged in a fierce battle with the Bhima.

Meanwhile, outside, Karna was getting restless. Bai Mo asked, "Is it really necessary? It's just a sparring match between you and Bhishma, and you can't even sit still?"

Karna looked at his master with a helpless wry smile. Yes, Bai Mo was planning to make Karna famous this time, but he didn't intend for him to ruin the prince's graduation ceremony.

Therefore, Bai Mo directly changed his opponent from Arjuna to Bhishma.

Karna, who grew up listening to Bhishma's various glorious realities, is now being told to challenge this childhood idol to a duel.

Am I really going to take on Bhishma? Seriously?

What? Scared?

"No, I will give it my all. I want to break this distorted society woven by caste, and to do that I must demonstrate the power to Bhishma, so that the world knows I have the strength to protect a nation."

Hearing Karna's words, Bai Mo and Krishna nodded in agreement. Meanwhile, Kama, with a sly smile, said, "Want to add fuel to your fire? I can give you some special support, you know?"

"Special support? What is it?"

Karna revealed a clear, foolish look, but Bai Mo interrupted him abruptly:

"If you only want to spar with Bhishma, not face an amazing old man with a bare torso covered in coconut oil, then don't accept her help."

Bai Mo's words sent a chill down Karna's spine. His gaze toward Kama was filled with fear; it was terrifying, more terrifying than death itself. Just then, the outcome of the match was decided on the arena.

"Ugh!"

Duryodhana, struck in the knee by the Bhima -like Brutus's spear, cried out in pain and collapsed to the ground. As he watched Bhima approach step by step, memories of their past flooded back.

Bhima was not as Dharma as Yudhishthira. Although he would not kill Duryodhana in public, he would be more than happy to humiliate Duryodhana.

"Ah! Bhima!"

Seeing the over two-meter-tall, burly man, Bhima, display a smile as wide as a child seeing roast chicken, Duryodhana immediately retreated. But Bhima quickly grabbed him from behind.

"Haha, Duryodhana, let's give each other a good hug!"

Just as the Bhima was about to make Duryodhana groan in shame during the embrace, Dhritarashtra spoke up first, "Stop! This is just for friendly sparring; let's stop here!"

Seeing that Dhritarashtra had spoken, Bhima did not know what to say, but his face was full of dissatisfaction. He changed the subject and said, "But now, Duryodhana has already lost to me, and after me I still have my invincible brother Arjuna."

Next, who will be his opponent? Duryodhana n't you have a powerful older brother living among the common people? If not, you can go back now; defeat is inevitable, hahaha!

Bhima's hearty laughter rang out, and at this moment, Dhritarashtra realized that his eldest son Hundred Sons of Dhritarashtra Duryodhana, had been defeated. So, who would deal with Arjuna?

If even one of the Bhima is this terrifying, then what kind of master is the rumored strongest Arjuna?