Du Chengfeng was in a good mood today.
Although, admittedly, one reason was that the team had finally reached Yizhou City, but more importantly, while waiting for Yizhou to receive the refugees, he had already won the first refugee wrestling competition, defeating numerous refugees and prairie people, and earned the well-deserved champion title.
"Sir, where did you learn this wrestling?"
The prairie military officer Zhierhua rubbed his shoulder and climbed up from the ground, having suffered quite a heavy fall in the finals just now.
"It looks like the style of the Qingyang Tribe, but you definitely mixed something else in... How exactly did I end up downed just now?"
"That is naturally because of my Innate Divine Power."
Du Chengfeng patted his chest, boasting shamelessly.
