The Marquis Mansion’s Elite Class

The ball passed swiftly across the field, and whenever it reached Chu Jincheng's feet, the crowd erupted in thunderous cheers. The young emperor, brimming with confidence, scored every time he took a shot.

Luo Jingfeng moved to block him, his towering figure exuding an overwhelming presence.

The little demon king showed no fear. Instead, he grinned and said, "Uncle, don't go easy on me."

Step One: Make him feel guilty, disarm him completely.

Luo Jingfeng laughed. "Alright!"

Chu Jincheng launched a swift attack, pressing forward relentlessly. Luo Jingfeng defended tightly, but the young boy spun deliberately, brushing past him. Luo Jingfeng instinctively stuck out his leg—by the time he realized what he'd done, even the force he'd pulled back was enough to trip someone.

"Ah—!" The young emperor tumbled to the ground.

"Cheng'er!" Luo Jingfeng rushed to help him up. "Are you hurt? Your uncle hasn't played in so long, he can't control his strength."

The little demon king shook his head. "It's nothing. You held back at the last moment—just a little fall, not even a scratch. Let's keep playing, don't ruin the fun."

Luo Jingfeng nodded. "Fine, I'll be more careful."

"Again, again!"

After this stumble, Luo Jingfeng not only held back with his nephew but also with the other children. He was slowly retraining his instincts, afraid of accidentally hurting the boy again.

The little demon king scored another goal, proud as the undisputed king of the field. He taunted, "Uncle, you're no match for me! Keep this up, and you'll lose."

Step Two: Make him relax, immerse him in the game.

Luo Jingfeng chuckled. "Losing is fine. You've always been better than me."

"That won't do. I don't want you going easy on me." The little demon king kicked the ball to another player and asked with a smile, "Uncle, who did you play with when you were young?"

Luo Jingfeng replied, "Your eldest uncle. He was only a year older than me—we played together often."

The little demon king blinked. "Then think about it—did you ever let him win?"

Luo Jingfeng fell into thought. Even as a child, his martial talent had surpassed his elder brother's. Whether in combat or in games, he had never willingly conceded defeat.

The little demon king called out, "Uncle, find that same feeling you had when playing with Eldest Uncle! Catch up already!"

Luo Jingfeng considered it seriously. Though the game had its own techniques, it was all about offense, defense, and confrontation—much like martial arts.

The wind, the shouts, the footsteps—all had to be ignored.

Every ounce of focus had to be on the ball.

Once Luo Jingfeng grasped this, he swiftly intercepted a pass, sending the ball back to his side. Amid the cheers, he charged forward and delivered a straight shot—right through the goal.

"Wow! He scored!"

"The Duke of State Protection is amazing!"

The little demon king raised an eyebrow and boasted, "Uncle, now I'm really going all out!"

Step Three: Make him fight with everything he has, holding nothing back.

Luo Jingfeng responded eagerly. "Bring it on!"

The little demon king began his dazzling display of skill—not just the obvious double kicks, knee strikes, and spinning kicks, but even a flawless backheel shot, each move catching his opponents off guard.

Luo Jingfeng defended with all his might, but the unpredictable techniques left him scrambling. Yet, with his teammates still holding the line, he forced himself to concentrate even harder.

The ball soared through the air.

And whenever it reached the little demon king's feet, it seemed to defy logic.

The rigid ball became fluid, as if it had eyes—obeying his command, curving mid-flight!

The entire field gasped.

"What was that?! The legendary curve shot?!"

"Using footwork to alter the ball's trajectory and catch the enemy by surprise—but it's nearly impossible to pull off!"

"The Emperor is truly the Emperor!"

"He's unstoppable!"

As the players showered him with praise, Luo Jingfeng wiped his sweat, panting slightly. "You've got quite the bag of tricks, kid."

The little demon king provoked him. "Uncle, ready to surrender? The loser has to shout 'I lost' three times at the palace gates, you know."

Luo Jingfeng: "!"

Such a humiliating punishment—who could endure it?

The proud Duke of State Protection rolled up his sleeves, calculating how to block his nephew's shots.

His conclusion? Stop every one of those impossible, twisting shots!

The little demon king narrowed his eyes with a smirk. "Uncle, I'm about to unleash my best move yet!"

Step Four: The fish takes the bait—reel him in.

"Come at me!" Luo Jingfeng turned to his teammates. "No matter what, intercept this shot!"

"Yes, sir!" The players roared with determination.

The little demon king summoned all his strength and executed another curve shot.

The ball, carrying out its master's plan, shot forward—then veered sharply toward the edge of the field!

Buyan stood right there. Seeing the ball coming, he quickly sidestepped.

Luo Jingfeng's entire body tensed. He sprinted forward and kicked the twisting ball—successfully blocking it!

"Woo!!" The team erupted in cheers.

But the next moment—

Luo Jingfeng's right foot landed—only for the solid ground to give way beneath him.

As he instinctively tried to use his martial arts to recover, Buyan—who had been lurking unnoticed—swept a leg through the air, slamming the all-powerful Duke of State Protection down.

Straight into the trap the young emperor had meticulously prepared.

"Thud—"

"Crash—"

The heavens and earth seemed to collapse—the cage was sealed.

"Aaaah!!" The players screamed, utterly bewildered.

Eunuch Huang's eyes widened. The young emperor, who had been smiling just moments ago, now wore an icy gaze—the familiar imperial authority making him resemble the late emperor.

"Your Majesty… this…" Eunuch Huang dropped to his knees in terror.

The thirty-two boys trembled in fear.

The little demon king turned his head slightly and said coldly, "Eunuch Huang, escort these thirty-two youths back to their quarters. Guard them heavily—no leaks, no visitors."

"Yes!" Eunuch Huang answered shakily, quickly ushering the players away.

As for the Duke of State Protection now trapped in the cage—he didn't dare think about it.

Who ​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​​‌‌‌​​​​‌‌​​​​‌​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌‌​​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​‌​‌‌​​‌​​​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​​‌‌​‌​‌​​‌‌​‌​​​​‌‌​​​‌​​‌‌​​​​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌​​‌​‌​​‌‌​​‌​​​‌‌‌​​‌‍could have imagined that the young emperor, at such a tender age, could orchestrate such a scheme? That the mighty Duke of State Protection, prideful all his life, would fall here…

Eunuch Huang gazed at the clear blue sky and finally accepted the truth.

A new era had truly begun.

This young emperor was even stronger than his father.

The field fell silent.

Buyan summoned several guards to lift the cage from the ground—a cage forged from black steel, impossible to break free from, no matter how strong or skilled one was.

Luo Jingfeng's figure rose into view. He turned, his eyes bloodshot, clinging to one last shred of trust. His entire body trembled as he asked hoarsely, "Cheng'er… what kind of game are you playing with your uncle?"