Chapter 93 "I surrender!"
The contestants from the Southern Dynasty secretly vowed to win this competition, become disciples of Emperor Xuanzong, and bring glory to the Southern Dynasty.
The Junchao contestants were no exception. They originally fought for the honor of Junchao, and now, with the huge temptation of becoming disciples of Xuanzong, they were even more motivated.
Seeing the high spirits of everyone, the Xuanzong Sect Master nodded in satisfaction and said, "Good! I hope all the contestants will give their all and perform at their best."
As the Xuanzong Sect Master finished speaking, the hall once again fell into an atmosphere of excitement and fervor.
The Crown Prince of the Southern Dynasty clenched his fist tightly. He took this opportunity to secretly encourage the contestants, telling them that they must win no matter what!
It wasn't just for the Southern Dynasty, it was also for himself!
She listened to the kind words, but felt no fighting spirit whatsoever.
She crossed her arms, her eyes sweeping contemptuously over the spirited competitors around her, inwardly scoffing, "What good will it do these idiots even if they win?"
"She's just a disciple of the Xuanzong sect, how can she be compared to me, the elder's goddaughter?"
"Once I become Elder Liu's goddaughter, I can have whatever I want, and they can only look up at me from afar."
Upon seeing everyone's reaction, Sunhee's eyes narrowed involuntarily.
What exactly is Xuanmingzi trying to do?
To motivate the Southern Dynasty? To win the bet with her?
"Very well! In that case, let's not delay any longer and start the first match." The emperor was overjoyed and looked at the eunuch beside him, indicating that the competition could begin.
As the competition bell rang, the first round of the contest officially began.
Nangong Wentian, a contestant from the Southern Dynasty, slowly walked onto the arena.
He was the youngest deputy general in the Southern Dynasty and was quite famous. His black outfit made him look as tall and straight as a pine tree. His face was cold and stern, and his eyes revealed his innate confidence and domineering aura.
As soon as he stepped onto the stage, he was greeted with cheers and applause from the people of the Southern Dynasty.
On the Jun Dynasty's side, in order to take the lead and inspire the soldiers behind him, the Crown Prince volunteered to come to the first competition stage.
Upon seeing the Crown Prince ascend the throne, Emperor Junchao was startled and somewhat surprised.
In the first round, he was clearly not the crown prince!
He had originally carefully arranged for other experienced and powerful generals to lead the charge and test the strength of the Southern Dynasty's contestants, but he did not expect the Crown Prince to be so impulsive.
However, since the person had already gone up, what could he say? He couldn't very well call them down at this point!
Treason!
They're so disobedient!
After the referee read out the rules, he struck the gong and drum: "The competition officially begins!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Nangong Wentian and Crown Prince Junchao rushed to the center of the arena, and their swords clashed instantly.
Nangong Wentian, wielding a long spear, moved with lightning speed, thrusting fiercely towards the Crown Prince of the Jun Dynasty.
The spear seemed to come alive in his hands, its tip gleaming with a cold light and carrying a sharp, swift wind, aimed directly at the prince's throat.
Crown Prince Junchao reacted quickly, dodging to the side and simultaneously wielding his sword, the blade aimed directly at Nangong Wentian's throat.
This sword strike was swift and ruthless, with a tricky angle. If Nangong Wentian couldn't dodge it in time, he would surely be splattered with blood on the spot.
Nangong Wentian quickly ducked to avoid the attack, then swung his spear horizontally toward the Crown Prince's waist.
The prince leaped up, flipped in mid-air, and skillfully dodged the attack. At the same time, using the momentum of his fall, he swung his sword at Nangong Wentian again.
The two fought back and forth, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle.
On the arena, dust billowed, their figures appearing and disappearing in the dust. Every clash erupted with deafening sounds, making the audience below excited, with cheers and shouts rising and falling.
The emperor watched this scene with his heart pounding in his chest.
He gripped the armrests of the seat tightly with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force, and fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
Shan Yurou was also filled with worry, looking at Crown Prince Junchao with a tense expression.
Just as the two were locked in fierce combat, Nangong Wentian suddenly launched a feint attack.
He deliberately exposed an opening, luring the prince to attack. Then, taking advantage of the prince's overly aggressive attack and loss of balance, he thrust his spear like a dragon emerging from the sea, aiming straight for the prince's chest.
The prince was startled, but it was too late to dodge.
A gasp of surprise erupted from the audience. The Junchao crowd stared wide-eyed, their faces filled with terror and despair.
As the spear was about to pierce his chest, the words "I surrender!" almost escaped his lips.
As these three words were uttered, Nangong Wentian's spear stopped in front of the prince's chest, just one millimeter away from his clothes.
The prince was breathing heavily, staring in disbelief at his chest.
Upon hearing the words "I surrender!", Junchao's morale plummeted. Everyone looked at the Crown Prince of Junchao with a look of disappointment and frustration, as if they hadn't expected him to be so spineless as to shout "I surrender!"
Whispers began to circulate among the crowd: "How could the Crown Prince give up so easily? Where does this leave the face of our dynasty?"
"Sigh, I thought the Crown Prince could prove us wrong, but I never expected..."
These words, like needles, pierced the prince's heart.
The crown prince lowered his head, his face full of shame.
How could he not want to win this competition and bring glory to the dynasty?
But just now, at that critical moment, he felt the sharp killing intent on Nangong Wentian's spear, and a sense of fear surged in his heart. His body seemed to be out of control, and he shouted out that he had to surrender.
Just then, the emperor suddenly stood up, his voice loud and majestic, echoing throughout the entire competition venue: "Crown Prince, do not blame yourself! Victory and defeat are common occurrences in war, and the outcome of a single competition does not mean anything."
"Your hard work in the ring today has demonstrated the courage and responsibility of the men of our dynasty."
"Besides, this competition is not over yet, our dynasty still has a chance!"
The emperor's words flowed like a warm current into the crown prince's heart.
The Crown Prince's eyes rekindled with fighting spirit. He raised his head, looked firmly at the Emperor, and said loudly, "Father, I know I was wrong. I will definitely pull myself together and win honor for the dynasty in the upcoming competition!"
Upon hearing the Crown Prince's words, the people of Junchao rallied, waving their flags and shouting, "Go, Crown Prince! Junchao will win!"
The previously low morale instantly soared.
Seeing that the emperor of the Southern Dynasty had managed to revive the low morale with just a few words, the crown prince of the Southern Dynasty smiled and said, "You flatter me!"
Having already won a game, and the most crucial opening game at that, the morale of the Southern Dynasty soared. Even Nangong Wentian, who had returned to his seat, was full of fighting spirit and extremely excited!
He was incredibly excited at the thought of going to Xuanzong and becoming a disciple of Xuanzong!
"You've worked hard!" The Crown Prince of the Southern Dynasty gently patted Nangong Wentian on the shoulder, his eyes full of praise!
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