But Ying Zheng was completely stunned.
"Big brother is amazing." Little Zhao Ling clapped her hands with joy, utterly delighted.
"Alright, put it down, put it down."
Ying Zheng snapped out of his stupor and beckoned repeatedly to Zhao Qi.
"Okay!"
Zhao Qi immediately set the rockery down.
With a bang.
The ground even trembled from the force.
It was clear this rockery truly weighed a lot—it was no fake.
And Zhao Qi walked to Ying Zheng, his small face brimming with pride.
"Qi’er, how did you manage to do that?"
Ying Zheng asked, somewhat surprised.
"Grandpa."
"This is the martial arts we’ve been practicing."
Zhao Qi answered with contents pride all over his little face.
"What kind of training lets you achieve something like this?"
"You’re only a few years old!"
"A bit over eight years old, yet you have such strength." Ying Zheng asked curiously.
"Our father taught us this," Zhao Ling replied obediently.
Ying Zheng’s face showed astonishment, and inside he grew even more curious.
"Can you tell Grandpa how you train?" Ying Zheng asked.
"Father said only family can practice this."
"We’re not allowed to tell anyone outside the family." Zhao Qi answered honestly.
"Not even Grandpa?" Ying Zheng asked with a smile.
Zhao Qi and his sister both shook their heads.
Seeing this,
Ying Zheng looked toward the rockery again.
"That rascal Zhao Feng really has hidden quite a few things."
"An eight-year-old child actually manages to lift a multi-stone rockery—how on earth do they train for this?"
"No matter how you practice, you shouldn’t be able to gain so much strength, right?"
"May unification come quickly."
"I really can’t wait any longer to uncover this boy’s secrets."
At this moment,
Ying Zheng was flooded with curiosity about how Zhao Feng taught his grandchildren martial arts, and he felt an urgent anticipation for their future reunion.
This boy is hiding far too many secrets.
Even as a father, he felt endlessly curious.
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Time flashed by!
Another three months slipped away.
Zhao Feng commanded the army.
He attacked, he conquered.
In every battle, there was an outcome.
Moreover, the Chu State was hopelessly divided—though Qin’s attack made them unite briefly,
In the end, they were powerless against Wu’an’s battle-hardened troops.
In just three short months,
More than a dozen cities on Chu’s northern frontier were taken by Zhao Feng’s forces, and one fourth of Chu’s territory fell under Zhao Feng’s control.
"Your Majesty."
"We just received the war report."
"Three hundred thousand Chu Army soldiers are massed at Qu City ahead." A scout general galloped up to Zhao Feng’s war chariot to report.
"The composite national power of Chu really is a match for Zhao—the fighting has lasted over three months, with over eighty thousand Chu Army soldiers slain and a hundred thousand taken prisoner, yet they can still gather an army of three hundred thousand." Zhao Feng said slowly.