Chapter 241 It’s Almost There

The person who came was wearing a light black armor, and the red-gold edging on his shoulders and wrists sparkled in the sun.

In the inner courtyard of the imperial palace, this man was wearing a sword, and no one was surprised.

"Commander Yan!"

Someone exclaimed.

"I almost forgot that Commander Yan is also one of the best masters in Daliang!"

"Commander Yan is back. Now there is hope!"

Amidst the discussions, Yan Ning arrived in front of the throne, knelt on one knee and said:

"Your Majesty, I ask to fight!"

The Emperor glanced at the complacent Northern Cang warriors on the field and frowned, saying:

"Lord Yan, how is your injury?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Ning, who was still on holiday recuperating from an injury, would suddenly show up at this critical juncture. It was obvious that he had heard about the competition and hurried over.

The emperor knew that Yan Ning was ambushed by Dou Cheng that day and was almost killed. Normally, a few days of rest would be far from enough.

But it was Yun Qingqing who rescued that day, and the emperor himself had experienced her extraordinary ability to save people, so he was not sure at the moment how serious Yan Ning's injury had been healed and whether he had fully recovered.

Yan Ning's voice was steady and firm:

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am fine now. I hope Your Majesty will allow me to fight!"

The emperor nodded in appreciation:

"Since Yan Qing has this intention, then you will be allowed to fight!"

"But you have just recovered from a serious injury. If you are unable to do so later, don't force yourself. After all, what Prince Li wants is just a commoner girl. How can she be more important than Yan Qing's safety!"

After the emperor's words, the court officials finally remembered that Yan Ning was injured, and the hope that had just risen was dampened.

However, perhaps because they had been hit too many times by the tall and strong Bei Cang warrior, all the ministers were now sighing that His Majesty was kind and loved his ministers like his own sons, and would rather lose the competition than let Commander Yan get hurt again.

Yu Wen Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.

The old emperor of Liang first mentioned that the loser in the competition was "just a commoner girl", and then with a few words he focused his subjects' attention on Yan Ning's injuries.

Now, even if Yan Ning lost, the ministers of Liang would not feel too embarrassed and would be much more willing to accept it.

As expected, the person who can sit in that position is not a simple person.

Yuwen Ye smiled slightly, leaning back on his seat and said lazily:

"I have long heard that there is a Yan family in Daliang. Their family-inherited swordsmanship is unparalleled. I am fortunate to see it today. I am looking forward to seeing it."

As Yan Ning walked towards the center of the parade ground, his eyes swept towards a seat next to the emperor and paused slightly.

According to regulations, that position belongs to the Regent and his wife, but it is vacant at the moment.

A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly retracted his gaze and walked to the center of the training ground.

The Northern Blue Warrior had just won seven games in a row and was feeling very proud. He looked at Yan Ning with contempt:

"With such a small body, here comes another one to serve as a burden! I say that you Daliang don't have anyone who can fight well anyway, why don't you just admit defeat? You all have to rush over to tickle me, when will it ever end!"

With a clang, Yan Ning drew his sword out of its sheath and pointed it at the ground. He looked at the Northern Cang warrior with a stern expression:

"Please teach me!"

The man from Bei Cang raised his chin and hooked his finger at him.

But Yan Ning's figure almost turned into a shadow, and in the blink of an eye the long sword was at his face!

The Beicang warrior glared, raised his hand hastily, grabbed the sword with his iron palm, and tried to break the sword with a sudden force.

There were exclamations from outside the stadium, and everyone in Liang State was worried about Yan Ning.

A general had suffered this before. His sword was broken by the specially made steel palm guard of the Beicang warrior. He was caught off guard and hit by another palm, which broke several ribs.

The generals who came on stage later were already prepared, but Yan Ning had just arrived and was naturally unaware of this move.

The Northern Blue Warrior sneered.

This man was faster than the previous ones, which scared him, but what was the use? As long as the sword broke, the outcome would be decided!

However, Yan Ning was only startled for a moment, and immediately changed his move, pulling his hand away and shaking his wrist at a tricky angle. The sword body unexpectedly bent at an angle like a snake and was pulled out from the gap between the iron palms, making a sharp sound that made one's teeth ache.

The Beicang warrior was stunned, only then he realized that the opponent's sword was not broken, but his own fine steel palm glove was scratched!

He didn't have time to think about it, Yan Ning's next attack was already coming, he had to concentrate on parrying, his expression no longer as nonchalant as before.

The people of Liang State only saw Yan Ning and the Beicang warriors fighting back and forth on the field, and the atmosphere had gradually changed from the initial depression and worry to a warm one.

None of the generals who had appeared on the field before had lasted more than ten moves at the hands of the Beicang people.

But Yan Ning had fought for dozens of moves and was gradually gaining the upper hand.

At first, due to the fact that the Beicang warriors were wearing many pieces of fine steel protective gear, Yan Ning's attacks were difficult to be effective and he had a hard time fighting.

Especially this man from Bei Cang, although he looked big in stature, his movements were not slow at all. He used his pair of iron palms to fight against the long sword head-on. From time to time, he had to grab the long sword forcibly again, while using his other hand to attack the vital points at the same time.

However, Yan Ning took steady steps, and after gradually becoming familiar with this man's methods, he realized that he relied too much on the protective gear, and his body movements and techniques were not sophisticated.

From then on, he had an idea in mind and took every step carefully, starting with attacking the weak points of the Beicang warriors, forcing them to take defensive measures.

But Yan Ning's sword moves were real and fake, and his movements were getting faster and faster. Soon the Beicang warrior was overwhelmed and exhausted from parrying. He had almost no strength to fight back, and blood was on his body.

If he hadn't relied on his fine steel armor to protect his vital parts, the outcome would have been decided long ago.

The people of Liang State outside the stadium could no longer hold back their shouts and cheers.

After being beaten by this big guy for the whole morning, I thought I was doomed to lose. Now I can finally vent my anger!

Yan Ning did not relax at all. He watched him take the upper hand from outside the field, but he knew it would not be easy to defeat the opponent in this battle.

His injuries had indeed not healed yet, and his internal strength had almost reached its limit after being beaten to this point.

Fortunately, the opponent was obviously in a worse condition than him, and his steps and moves were completely messed up. With just the last three moves, he would be able to defeat him!

Yan Ning held his breath and focused, his eyes sharp, he used the most exquisite move of Yan's swordsmanship and stabbed forward with his sword!

The Beicang warrior hurriedly stretched out his hand to block, but the long sword deviated at a subtle angle and brushed past his palm and went straight to his neck!

With a "clang" sound, the Beicang warrior dodged forcefully and caught the sword with his shoulder. The tip of the sword hit the steel protective gear with a harsh sound.

But Yan Ning quickly withdrew his attack and swept out with the second sword.

Anyone in the audience who had some martial arts attainments could see that the Beicang warrior was really about to be defeated.

The emperor showed a happy expression, looked at Yuwen Ye, and said in a relaxed tone:

"It seems that the structural diagram in Prince Li's hand has a deep connection with Daliang!"

Not only did he win face, but he was also able to obtain the diagram of Ran's mechanical crossbow. The emperor was in a very good mood at the moment.

However, Yuwen Ye did not look nervous at all. He tapped the table twice with his fan and said loudly:

"That's enough. If you continue playing, you'll really lose!"

The emperor was stunned and was wondering what he meant.

The bearded man on the field just laughed and the situation changed suddenly!