Chapter 366 King Yan Enters the Arena
The guard was tall and strong, holding an extremely sharp long sword. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. As soon as he finished speaking, he rushed forward, and the sword light flew like snowflakes.
Seeing this, the gun-wielding defenders did not dare to delay and quickly swung their spears to meet the attack.
For a moment, the sound of swords and guns clashing was endless, and sparks flew everywhere.
The fierce battle attracted the attention of many onlookers. The audience in the audience held their breath and watched the situation on the field intently.
Seeing that each of Prince Yan's guards was more powerful than the other, Ruan Yifeng couldn't help but feel nervous. If the Prince Yan's guards really won, it would be a huge joke.
Ruan Yanluo couldn't help but tug at her sleeves, bit her lips, and gave orders unwillingly.
"Xiangling, bring me my sword."
Xiangling heard this and spoke with concern.
"Miss, are you planning to go into battle yourself? The King of Yan's men are so powerful..."
After hearing this, Ruan Yanluo looked at Xiangling unhappily.
"Stop trying to boost others' morale and destroy your own prestige. At a time like this, the worst thing to do is to admit defeat before even getting on the field. Go get it quickly. I've been too indulgent with you. You dare say anything."
Xiangling also knew that it was wrong for her to say such discouraging words at this time, but she was really worried about the young lady. The young lady had been raised in the palm of the city lord's hand since she was a child. Although she had learned martial arts, knowing martial arts and being a master were two different things. However, seeing Ruan Yanluo's unhappy expression, she had to retreat and get her sword.
"Yes, I will go right away. I will go and receive my punishment later."
In the ring, as time went on, the two men's physical strength gradually depleted, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted, giving their all.
At this moment, the man with the knife used a unique skill. The blade cut through the air like lightning, heading straight for the opponent's vital points. The man with the gun was finally forced to fall off the ring.
Tao Zhiwen stood beside Jun Moye and spoke in a low voice.
"Sir, I say this man's spearmanship is rather poor. If General Li were here, the guard from Yan would be defeated in no time at all."
Jun Moye looked up at Tao Zhiwen.
"How about you go?"
At this time, the Yan guards guarding the ring shouted.
"Who else?"
A face full of arrogance.
Those who were originally preparing to go on stage began to whisper to each other about this matter.
"This guard from Yan State is quite fierce, isn't he?"
"Is that nonsense? Anyone who can protect a prince must have very high martial arts skills."
“I feel like there’s no chance of getting on stage.”
"And the Prince of Yan is clearly targeting Miss Ruan. If he takes power, will he be resented? Will he be retaliated against later?"
"That's not impossible. Look at what His Royal Highness Prince Yan said. Every word he said shows that he is determined to win Miss Ruan."
"Miss Ruan is indeed beautiful, and she has a hundred thousand black-armored soldiers behind her. Who wouldn't be tempted?"
One of the people holding a fan listened to the discussion and spoke out in dissatisfaction.
"You are too timid. Even if the King of Yan's status is different, so what? This is Baise City. If the King of Yan's guards lose, can they kill people in Baise City to vent their anger?"
Another person next to him heard this and spoke.
"If you can do it, go ahead."
The man holding the folding fan sneered and flew onto the stage.
"I am Tang Wuhen, and I am here to ask for your advice."
The Prince of Yan's guard pointed his sword with disdain.
"You don't even have a decent weapon, yet you dare to challenge me?"
Tang Wuhen held his folding fan horizontally.
"Anything in this world, as long as it is made by our Tang family, can naturally be a weapon."
Upon hearing this, the guards of Prince Yan looked at Tang Wuhen as if he was laughing at a joke. They glanced at him and stabbed him in the vitals with a big knife.
Tang Wuhen turned his body and blocked the big knife with the folding fan in his hand.
He Jiuzhou looked on from the audience and spoke.
"This weapon has always been about an inch longer, an inch stronger. I'm afraid Tang Wuhen will lose..."
Jun Moye watched Tang Wuhen easily avoid the attacks of King Yan's guards every time and spoke slowly.
"That's not necessarily true, Tang Wuhen. The Tang family, a family of weapons, is not a simple family."
Then he looked at Tao Zhiwen.
"I don't expect you to fight anymore. You can't beat Tang Wuhen, but you can find a chance to approach this person. I would like to make friends with the young master of the Tang family."
The fight on the stage continued, and the guards of Prince Yan became more and more serious. The man surnamed Tang was holding a broken fan, but he didn't expect it to be so powerful. He could see from the fan himself that it was not an ordinary folding fan.
As the two became more serious, the competition became more intense.
King Yan rubbed the cup gently with his hand, and narrowed his eyes as he watched Tang Wuhen's moves. It seemed that Baise City was indeed full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers, and people from the Tang family were also there.
Suddenly, Tang Wuhen dodged the fatal blow from the guard of Prince Yan, but the folding fan in his hand flew over, scratched the wrist of the guard of Prince Yan, and instantly returned to Tang Wuhen's hand.
As blood suddenly flowed out from his wrist, the long sword of Prince Yan's guard fell to the ground.
Tang Wuhen's figure suddenly flashed in front of Yan Wang's guard, and his fan pointed at Yan Wang's guard's neck.
"Thank you."
The guard of Prince Yan knew very well that this fan could easily cut his wrist, and naturally it could also cut his neck. He took a step back, picked up the long knife on the ground, and retreated from the stage.
Tang Wuhen waved his folding fan and looked towards the bottom of the ring, the meaning was self-evident.
When King Yan saw this, there was a look of anger on his face.
"waste."
Then he put down the teacup and slowly stood up.
"I have practiced martial arts since I was young, but no one in Yan State has ever given me a proper fight. This time, coming to Baise City, I have the opportunity."
Then he glanced at Ruan Yanluo.
"Miss Ruan, if I win, I will invite you to see the prosperity of Yan State."
Then, without waiting for Ruan Yanluo to react, he flew onto the stage.
He drew the sword from his waist and started fighting without saying a word.
Seeing the fierce sword energy, Tang Wuhen dodged sideways and attacked King Yan's heart with the folding fan in his hand...
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