Chapter 367 Do you dare to fight on stage?
Upon seeing this, the King of Yan immediately changed direction and retreated to the left.
Seeing this, Tang Wuhen suddenly waved his folding fan, which brought up a strong wind and rushed straight towards King Yan.
The King of Yan showed no sign of weakness. He quickly dodged the attack by moving sideways and counterattacked with his sword. The flashing sword light was dazzling.
For a moment, the stage was filled with sword energy and flying folding fans, and both sides fought back and forth, neither giving in.
Ruan Yifeng looked worried as he saw that Prince Yan had gradually gained the upper hand. He was indeed worthy of being the Prince of Yan. To be able to use the word "Yan" as his title, it was obvious that Prince Yan was favored by Dayan and his status was probably close to that of the Crown Prince. If he did not have the Black Armored Army, Prince Yan might not be a marriage candidate worth considering for his daughter.
After all, the status, position, talent, appearance and military strength of the King of Yan are all there, but he must always consider the Black Armored Army. After all, the 100,000 Black Armored Army has been guarding the Ruan family for so many years. If they are used as guns by others and charged into battle in the end, this is absolutely unacceptable.
Xiangling has already taken Ruan Yanluo's sword.
"Miss."
Ruan Yanluo took the sword and placed it on the table.
Seeing this, Ruan Yifeng immediately asked.
"Lolo, you're not going to fight, are you? The King of Yan is about to win, and his martial arts skills..."
Ruan Yanluo looked at the two people fighting fiercely on the ring and spoke slowly.
"Father, I've observed many people entering the ring these past few days. To be honest, Tang Wuhen is the most suitable. After all, the Tang family doesn't belong to the imperial court. If he's willing to marry into the Ruan family, he'd be a good choice. It's a pity that the King of Yan suddenly showed up. If the King of Yan really makes it to the end, I'm going to fight him no matter what."
Ruan Yifeng looked at Jun Moye next to him and spoke in a low voice.
"Don't panic, Luoluo. The last person to go on stage hasn't even started yet. What are you afraid of?"
Ruan Yanluo glanced at Jun Moye's table, his gaze lingering on Jun Moye's face for a moment. This man was the most outstanding among all the people present, both in terms of clothing and appearance. It was obvious that his status was the highest among them. However, he did not express his intention to go on stage at the beginning. He looked like he was watching the game calmly from the beginning, and no one knew whether he would go on stage in the end.
"We must always prepare for the worst, Father. Let the most capable fighters in the Black Armor Army participate in the competition."
Ruan Yifeng shook his head slightly after hearing this.
"Lolo, those in the Black Armor Army who can defeat King Yan are all quite old. This is not suitable. Let's wait and see."
At this time, Jun Moye looked at the ring and his expression became serious.
It seems that the King of Yan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child. He has superb swordsmanship and every sword strike is fatal. He also knows the abilities of Jiang Lou and He Jiuzhou. After all, they have fought each other before. Jiang Lou will definitely not win, and He Jiuzhou is also not sure of winning.
"Jiang Lou, get ready. If Tang Wuhen leaves the arena, you should get ready to enter."
With every clash in the ring, the fierce battle intensified, until the sky was dark and the sun and moon lost their light.
Suddenly, Prince Yan made a strange sword move, and Tang Wuhen's fan deviated a little, and Prince Yan's sword pointed at his chest.
King Yan spoke proudly.
"I didn't expect that my first meeting with Young Master Tang would be like this. Young Master Tang, I'm honored."
Tang Wuhen put away his fan, bowed and left. He was not someone who could not afford to lose.
King Yan looked at the audience below, his gaze lingering on Ruan Yanluo's face for a moment before he spoke loudly.
"Everyone, although I am from the royal family of Dayan, I have come to the ring today. Like you, I have come for Miss Ruan. Today, I will guard the ring. If you have any objections, please feel free to come to the ring."
The arena was filled with dejection. Even the renowned Young Master of the Tang Family had been knocked off the stage. Who else would dare to challenge the Prince of Yan? Furthermore, the reason the Young Master of the Tang Family hadn't been killed by the Prince of Yan was probably because he still cared about the entire Tang Family. After all, at the beginning of the fight, the Prince of Yan's every move was filled with murderous intent, not at all like a competition. Without his background to worry about, the audience didn't dare to enter the arena easily.
Jiang Lou looked at Jun Moye.
Jun Moye nodded.
"Stop when you're done. Don't try too hard. Just buy time."
Jiang Loucai flew onto the stage with a sword in hand.
"Your Highness, Prince of Yan, I am in Jianglou. Please give me some advice."
The King of Yan disdainfully didn't even nod in greeting. He raised his hand and swung a sword with fierce force straight at Jiang Lou's neck.
Jiang Lou saw this with a serious look in his eyes. Judging from the situation, if he didn't handle it carefully today, he might not be able to get out of it easily. He immediately flew back to avoid this fatal move, and then rushed forward with his sword to clash with King Yan's sword.
He Jiuzhou looked at the stage and spoke worriedly.
"Sir, I'm afraid Jianglou won't be able to hold out for much longer."
Jun Moye held the teacup with deep eyes, fearing that he would eventually have to participate in this competition. He had come here for Baise City. If Baise City fell into the hands of Dayan, it would be very troublesome for him to get it back. Now, going on stage to compete has become the best opportunity.
"You better be ready to go on stage."
King Yan's attack was fierce, and each sword was as ferocious as a storm. Jiang Lou basically focused on defense. After more than ten moves, King Yan kicked him in the chest, causing him to spit out blood.
King Yan's sword stabbed directly at Jiang Lou's chest.
He Jiuzhou didn't expect that King Yan would be so cruel. After training together for so long, he also regarded Jiang Lou as a brother in his heart.
He immediately stood up and leaped towards the ring.
"Your Highness, Prince of Yan, I, He Jiuzhou, have come to learn from you..."
At the same time, the cup in Jun Moye's hand also flew out and hit King Yan's sword. The cup shattered into pieces, and King Yan's sword also deviated a little and pierced Jiang Lou's left shoulder.
Jiang Lou felt as if he had just brushed shoulders with death. There was a hint of panic in his eyes and his breathing became heavy.
King Yan sneered with a hint of disdain and spoke as he looked at He Jiuzhou.
"Another one coming to die."
Then he looked in the direction where the cup was flying from.
"I wonder what the name of the person who disrupted the competition is?"
Jun Moye looked up and met King Yan's gazes. Their eyes met in the air, and it seemed as if an invisible sword was emitting countless sparks.
Jun Moye spoke in a cold voice.
"This is a martial arts competition to win a bride, not a fight to the death. Why is Your Highness the Prince of Yan so ruthless?"
King Yan sneered after hearing this.
"Oh."
Then he pointed the sword in Jun Moye's direction.
"Do you dare to go on stage and fight?"
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