The girl smiled at him, her eyes full of confidence. She opened her mouth, uttered three words, and then looked away.
Lu Cijian was taken aback, but ultimately said nothing more and sat down at the table again.
Since Mianmian said she would win, he should believe her.
Xie Jingxuan looked at Lu Cijian and saw that she had no intention of stopping the competition. He then looked at Jiang Yimian and saw that she looked normal and not afraid at all. Only then did he wave his hand to signal that the competition should continue.
Wang San was stunned for a moment, and was about to say something when he saw Jiang Yimian start selecting weapons, which made him sweat profusely.
Although Lu Cijian's face didn't show much expression, his subconscious stiffness revealed his tension at the moment.
He believed Mianmian, but his worries did not lessen in the slightest.
Tu Kun is really not an easy person to deal with.
The training ground fell silent for a moment, and many people looked at Jiang Yimian with pity in their eyes.
Chen Feiyan dared not look, covering her eyes and only daring to peek cautiously at the situation on stage through her fingers, feeling extremely anxious.
That match with Abiya did show that Jiang Yimian was very strong, but that was compared to a normal person. This big guy in front of me is obviously not normal.
Not to mention the vast difference in strength between men and women, especially considering the naturally strong men of the Tuyuhun tribe, who are also so large, he could easily crush Jiang Yimian's bones with a little effort.
Watching this competition was truly agonizing for her.
Abiya watched Jiang Yimian pretending to choose weapons, and couldn't hide the smile on her lips.
This little bitch is just waiting to die. Tu Kun is notorious in Tuyuhun for his ruthlessness and viciousness.
This person has absolutely no chance of getting off the competition stage alive.
She'd like to see how long that little bitch could be so smug.
Just then, a disapproving voice came from the side, "Don't forget what your real purpose is in coming to the Great Jin. If we anger these people, none of us will be able to leave."
Abiya said nonchalantly, "She's just a princess who has no blood relation to the royal family. If the Great Jin really dares to go to war with Tuyuhun again for such a woman, guess who will die the most miserably in the end."
She didn't believe that the Emperor of Jin could be so foolish as to continue the war against Tuyuhun for the sake of a woman. He might just hand over the throne of Jin to someone else. Only a fool would do such a thing.
Aguzan frowned, as if he was about to say something more.
Abiya retorted sarcastically, "What, Second Brother, are you showing mercy to a beautiful woman? How interesting. I'd like to know, if this woman really dies, what will you do?"
It was quite unexpected to see her usually aloof second brother with such an expression.
Aguzan scoffed, his gaze falling on the crowd not far away, and said sarcastically, "If Jiang Yimian is really dead, someone will naturally come after you. You'd better think about how to save your life."
Lu Cijian is not someone to be trifled with.
Abiya just smiled indifferently, "Then there's no need for Second Brother to worry about it. Second Brother should take care of himself."
He's just a civil official in the Censorate; how could he possibly deal with her? It's laughable.
After saying that, he ignored the people beside him and focused his gaze back on the competition stage.
Tu Kun looked at the slender woman in front of him, who barely reached his chest, and his lips were full of sarcasm. "Princess Ning'an really has courage."
Knowing full well that it was a dead end, he still dared to walk it, just like those Jin soldiers he had slaughtered on the battlefield.
They could escape their suffering with just one sentence, but they insist on choosing a dead end. It's both stupid and pointless.
Jiang Yimian merely glanced at him and said indifferently, "You're the one who's got guts, daring to challenge me even when you're injured."
Tu Kun laughed loudly, glanced at the wound on his shoulder that had already been treated, and said with a disdainful look, "Although I am injured, crushing you is still a piece of cake."
Jiang Yimian only glanced at him and didn't say anything, but her gaze fell on the high platform not far away.
The Empress Dowager remained seated calmly, whispering something to the palace maid beside her. She appeared completely uninterested in the banquet and was simply waiting for an opportunity to leave.
As for Marquis Anding, he looked at her with a gloating expression, his eyes filled with undisguised pride, as if he was certain that she would die on this competition stage.
Jiang Yimian merely raised an eyebrow, casually picked up a double-headed sword from the weapon rack, and stood in the center of the dueling platform.
Tu Kun held a large sword in his hand, his gaze fixed on the double-headed blade, his eyes full of mockery. "I advise you to choose a weapon that suits you; maybe you can last longer."
This double-headed sword looks versatile, able to transform from a long stick with blades at both ends into two sections of a double-bladed sword connected by a chain, but it is extremely difficult to use.
Even he had difficulty fully utilizing it, let alone the slender woman before him.
Jiang Yimian simply smiled, just as the drumbeats began, signaling the start of the competition.
She swiftly swung her double-edged sword at the other person, responding to their contemptuous words with her actions.
Tu Kun was taken aback, not expecting this person to dare to take the initiative. He immediately used his knife to block the blow.
With a loud "bang," the sound of metal colliding rang out, startling everyone in the training ground.
What was initially thought to be a one-sided situation turned out to be quite a spectacle for everyone.
Jiang Yimian used her double-headed sword to parry Tu Kun's broadsword, and the next second she forcefully pulled it away, the sword in her hand instantly breaking into two pieces.
She threw one of the knife sections directly.
The short knife wrapped around Tu Kun's neck instantly along with the chain, and Jiang Yimian tightened her grip on the chain.
Tu Kun felt his breathing become labored, his face instantly turning red from the suffocation, and he looked like he was about to be strangled to death.
The crowd erupted in excited cheers.
However, before she could even rejoice, Tu Kun grabbed the chain around her neck and pulled hard, causing Jiang Yimian to stumble and nearly fly backward.
The chain that had been tightly wrapped around Tu Kun's neck was instantly thrown to the ground.
Tu Kun touched the marks on his neck where he had been strangled, a murderous glint flashing in his eyes. His initial contempt had lessened, replaced by caution.
He stared intently at the person not far from him, like a ferocious beast eyeing its prey. "I underestimated you. You, a woman from the Great Jin, do have some real skills."
If he hadn't been so strong, that one blow would have strangled him to death.
This woman deliberately chose this double-headed knife.
Jiang Yimian glanced at the purplish-blue marks on her palm from the force of the other person's grip, and frowned. This person was indeed strong.
Even though she had expected it, that last blow almost sent her flying.
Fortunately, the double-headed sword was well-forged and was not easily torn apart by the opponent.
Tu Kun stared at the woman in front of him. Seeing that she didn't speak, he sneered as he held the knife in his hand: "What, scared? If you admit defeat now, it's not too late. I might spare your life."
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