Thinking about the changes that have taken place in the past year or so, Mr. Yan was filled with emotions. He had thought that Yan Yuchu's bloodline had awakened just after he turned sixteen, and that he was a rare prodigy in the Yan family in tens of thousands of years. Not only did he tilt all the family resources towards him, he even pinned the hopes of the entire family on him. In order to compete for the Destiny Star Plate, he even turned against the Mu family.
But he hadn't expected the Mu family to quietly produce such a remarkable talent as Mu Hanyan. If he was right, Mu Hanyan must have awakened her bloodline before the age of sixteen, otherwise she wouldn't have possessed such astonishing talent and strength. However, this was a secret among the descendants of the God's Guardian, and he couldn't reveal it to outsiders.
If he had known this earlier, he might not have been so determined to turn against the Mu family. However, now the two families are at loggerheads, and he cannot easily show weakness and lose face for the Yan family. He can only hold on.
He had already given Yan Yuchu a death order for this competition. If he met Jiang Qiling or Yue Fanchen, it would be fine, but if he met Mu Hanyan, he had to give his all. Even if he lost, he had to lose dignity and not lose face for the Yan family. Otherwise, the Yan family's reputation among the eight great families would plummet and it would be difficult for them to hold their heads up again.
"Place your bets, place your bets. Who wants to place their bets?" Mr. Yan refused to gamble, but there were people in the audience waiting to pick up the money. Ling Baobao's voice rang out again in the crowd.
"Do you really think we are stupid? Even a blind person can tell who is stronger between Mu Hanyan and Yan Yuchu. I think Yan Yuchu will be defeated within ten moves. Who would bet with you?" The academy disciple, whose large sum of silver was picked up by Ling Baobao yesterday, said unhappily.
"Well, how about we turn it around? I bet Yan Yuchu can last a hundred moves without being defeated by Mu Hanyan." Ling Baobao said with a turn of his eyes.
"A hundred moves? That's impossible. How could he remain undefeated against Mu Hanyan for a hundred moves?" The man looked at Ling Baobao as if he were an idiot.
"Since you think it's impossible, let's take a gamble." Ling Baobao looked at him expectantly.
"No gambling." The man had lost most of his fortune and was very wary of Ling Baobao.
"Well, two hundred moves. I bet Yan Yuchu can last two hundred moves without being defeated." Ling Baobao gritted his teeth, like a standard gambler with red eyes.
"Well, I can give it a try." With the good wish of making a comeback, the man finally made up his mind.
"Two hundred moves, you think highly of Yan Yuchu, I'll place a bet too."
"And me, I'm placing a bet too." Others were also tempted to join in and placed their bets one after another.
Zirong and the others looked up at the white clouds in the sky and thought, "Wow, this world is so beautiful!" So much money was rolling in, and there was no way to stop it.
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"The competition begins." Seeing the chaos in the audience, it was obvious that no one took the competition seriously. The instructor also felt it was boring and quickly announced the start of the competition.
On the stage, Mu Hanyan and Yan Yuchu had already prepared for a long time, just waiting for his order to attack at the same time.
The sword's light is towering and its momentum is like a rainbow.
There was a sound of metal clashing, and rays of light burst out, reflecting a colorful glow, and the entire competition stage trembled.
"What a powerful sword!" There was a cry of exclamation from the audience.
Although no one is optimistic about Yan Yuchu, we have to admit that Yan Yuchu's strength is still remarkable as he has been able to break through the siege and get to where he is today.
The two separated immediately after the clash, and then fought fiercely again. Although Mu Hanyan had the upper hand in that sword, it was obvious that Yan Yuchu was not without the ability to fight. The disciples watching the fight below were also excited and cheered again.
"Mu Hanyan, use your ultimate move and take care of him as soon as possible so that you can conserve your energy for the next fight." Those who shouted this were, of course, those who had bet that Yan Yuchu could last two hundred moves. Seeing that Yan Yuchu was only slightly at a disadvantage, but seemed to be getting braver as the fight went on, they suddenly felt a strong sense of unease in their hearts.
"Brother Yan, we are counting on you. Give it your all. Even if you lose, you must maintain the dignity of a swordsman." Those who did not place a bet, of course, hoped to see a battle that would make their blood boil, and they all cheered for Yan Yuchu.
Among them, Zirong and Jiang Yuzhe shouted particularly loudly. Who made them bet on Yan Yuchu? After all, they were not betting on Mu Hanyan's defeat, but just betting on how many moves Yan Yuchu could last. They had no psychological burden, so naturally they had to pretend.
Give Yan Yuchu some encouragement. If he can last more than 200 moves, it can be said that his morale is boosted and his fighting spirit is high. He will perform beyond his limit and it won't be too fake.
"It's already despicable enough. Can you please not be so loud? It's so shameless." Hua Yue looked at the two of them with contempt and said. Tang Bufan also nodded vigorously, agreeing with his words.
"Yeah, you guys are shouting too hypocritically, I can't stand it anymore." The Yushulinfeng brothers also nodded like chicks pecking at rice.
"If you think it's despicable, then why are you betting?" Zirong rolled her eyes at a few people, her expression even more contemptuous.
"Don't compare us with you. We have our bottom line." Hua Yue looked righteous.
"Uncle Hua, why do I feel that you are actually more shameless than them?" Looking at Hua Yue's sanctimonious face, the brothers Yushu Linfeng seemed to be lost in thought.
On the stage, two shameless guys with no bottom line were still "fighting with all their might".
"Brother, can you please retain some strength? Those swords just now almost took my life. I can't take it anymore. I can't hold on any longer." Yan Yuchu gathered his energy and transmitted his voice, panting as he spoke to Mu Hanyan.
"It's not like other people haven't reached my level of strength. If I keep too much back, it will be exposed." Mu Hanyan also gathered her energy and transmitted her voice, saying.
"You can't hack him to death. If I hadn't seen the opportunity quickly, I might not even have the chance to share the money." Yan Yuchu said with a bitter face.
"Hold on a little longer, it's only two hundred moves, it will be over soon." Mu Hanyan was also cheering Yan Yuchu on.
"But I really can't hold on any longer. I can't even hold on for one move." Yan Yuchu was almost crying.
"Well, I've seen enough of your Yan family swordsmanship. From now on, just use your Yan family swordsmanship as you wish, and leave the rest to me." Mu Hanyan said helplessly. You can't let Yan Yuchu really cry here, right?
"Nine days, stars fall." After saying that, Mu Hanyan slashed out with the sword again.
Seeing the stars in the sky pouring down on him like a torrent, Yan Yuchu was so frightened that his face turned pale. Remembering Mu Hanyan's words, he had no intention of fighting against her and just used the Yan family swordsmanship on his own.
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