Chapter 369 Jun Moye takes the lead

Ruan Yanluo bit her lip, stepped on King Yan's foot, and ran off the stage while King Yan was in pain.

King Yan looked at her back and chuckled, then looked at Ruan Yifeng.

"City Lord Ruan, please announce the results. From now on, we are a family."

Ruan Yifeng's face darkened when he heard this. He pursed his lips but couldn't say a word. After all, the other party had indeed won, and he had to abide by the rules of the arena.

Jun Moye spoke calmly.

"City Lord Ruan, haven't you made up your mind yet? You know, there's a fierce internal struggle going on between the Prince of Yan and the Crown Prince of Great Yan. I think you already understand from Prince Yan's recent behavior. Prince Yan is a bellicosity. If he had an army, the first thing he would do would be to launch wars against other countries, such as Tianyuan or Jiang, in order to gain meritorious service and use it as a bargaining chip for his succession. By then, I'm afraid City Lord Ruan's Black Armored Army would only become cannon fodder sacrificed on the front lines."

Didn’t Ruan Yifeng understand the key to this?

Prince Yan looked at the hesitant City Lord Ruan with an unhappy expression.

"What? Does City Lord Ruan have a deep prejudice against me? I have personally and sincerely asked for your hand in marriage, but she has repeatedly declined. Now, according to the rules of your Baise City, I have guarded the arena for the martial arts competition, but City Lord Ruan is still unwilling to betroth Miss Ruan. This is a bit too much. It shows that you have no regard for our Great Yan."

Ruan Yifeng knew that if he announced today that Prince Yan was the son-in-law of Baise City, the Black Armor Army would not allow him to make the decision. If he did not announce it, Prince Yan would have a reason to send troops to Baise City.

Finally, he looked at Jun Moye.

"Please trouble you, Master Jun, to take action. We will cancel the martial arts competition privately. However, before the King of Yan leaves, I hope you can complete the show. As for the one condition you mentioned, this city lord agrees to it."

After receiving the promise from City Lord Ruan, Jun Moye slowly stood up, took the sword handed to him by Tao Zhiwen, and flew onto the stage.

"What's the hurry, Your Highness?"

King Yan looked at Jun Moye who was flying up and made a sarcastic remark.

"Who was I thinking? Turns out you're a coward. You didn't play when I asked you to, but why are you suddenly here again? Did City Lord Ruan promise you some favor?"

Jun Moye didn't show any anger on his face when he heard this, but his eyes became a little colder.

"Your Highness, Prince of Yan, let's start the fight. Whether you can hold this arena depends on your ability, Your Highness."

Upon hearing this, a murderous look flashed in King Yan's eyes. This person was able to save someone from his own hands with a cup, which showed that he was no ordinary person. In order to prevent him from becoming a strong rival in the future, it would be best to kill him today on this competition stage. He flew towards Jun Moye with a sword filled with murderous intent.

A chill flickered in Jun Moye's eyes, and he instantly unsheathed his sharp sword, clashing head-on with the King of Yan's. The two masters clashed, their bodies swift as lightning, their swordsmanship razor-sharp. Each strike rang with the sound of wind shattering, as if ripping the world apart. For a moment, the field was ablaze with sword energy, radiating cold light in all directions, a dazzling sight.

City Lord Ruan looked at the two people who were fighting fiercely. If Jun Moye could marry into the City Lord's Mansion, it would be beneficial to both the Black Armor Army and his daughter. It was a pity that he already had a wife.

Everyone in the world admires the strong. Ruan Yanluo's eyes lit up when he saw that Jun Moye had begun to gain the upper hand and even had the momentum to suppress King Yan. Moreover, he had just made his father compromise with just a few words. It can be seen that this man is very cunning and is indeed a suitable candidate for the young city lord of Baise City.

He Jiuzhou's arm had been simply bandaged, and he was watching the ring with great interest. It turned out that it was the young master who had to take action. The King of Yan was too arrogant, and he deserved to suffer a loss.

The audience below was talking about it.

"Who's that person that went up behind?"

"I don't know. It seems that such a person has never appeared in Baise City."

"Looking at this, he is actually more powerful than King Yan."

"He's more than just powerful. He's already overwhelming the King of Yan. Just wait, he'll be victorious soon."

Tang Wuhen looked at the person on the stage and narrowed his eyes. It seemed that there were really hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Baise City. However, he had been in Baise City for some time and didn't know there was such a person.

As the sun completely set, the entire Baise City began to darken. The battle intensified. Both sides refused to give in and tried their best to defeat their opponents.

The entire martial arts competition arena was shrouded in their momentum, as if it had turned into a battlefield full of murderous intent.

Finally, after hundreds of rounds of fierce fighting, Jun Moye found King Yan's weakness and stabbed him with his sword, hitting the vital point.

The King of Yan was caught off guard and could only watch the tip of the sword approaching his chest. He had to step back to avoid the sword. Perhaps because he was exhausted, he sat on the ground in a somewhat embarrassed manner.

Jun Moye moved his wrist and the sword was placed across his neck.

"Your Highness, Prince Yan, you lose."

He Jiuzhou stood up excitedly.

"Well done, sir."

Ruan Yifeng suddenly came to his senses and led the applause.

"Well, well, well, you are indeed Mr. Jun. This battle is truly exciting to watch."

King Yan stood up in a somewhat embarrassed manner, looking at Jun Moye with murderous eyes.

"Do you know what you are doing? You are going against me, Dayan."

Jun Moye calmly sheathed his sword and spoke calmly.

"Since this is a martial arts competition to win a bride, anyone in the world can participate. Why would the King of Yan use the power of Great Yan to threaten others and be so angry? Your Highness, is it because you can't afford to lose? Or is it that the entire Great Yan is full of people who can't afford to lose?"

Ruan Yifeng excitedly jumped onto the stage and spoke with a smile.

"You two are both honored guests. This competition ends here. We should be friendly and at peace with each other."

Then he looked at the audience and personally raised Jun Moye's hand.

"This City Lord declares that Young Master Jun has won first place in this battle. The City Lord's Mansion will choose a suitable date for him to marry Miss Ruan Yanluo of Baise City and become my son-in-law, Ruan Yifeng."

Naturally, there were people in the crowd who gave Ruan Yifeng face, not to mention that Jun Moye's strength was there, enough to make people admire him.

For a moment many people in the crowd shouted loudly.

"Congratulations to City Lord Ruan on finding a son-in-law. Congratulations to Mr. Jun."

"Congratulations to City Lord Ruan on finding a son-in-law. Congratulations to Mr. Jun."

Prince Yan lost the competition and looked unwilling. The guards came forward and helped him down.

As soon as he sat down, Jun Moye's face was filled with murderous intent as he watched everyone congratulating him on the ring match.

"Song Yin, have someone check who this person is."