She had long seen that Cheng An and Qi Tianyang had been in love with each other for a long time. Qi Tianyang's temperament was indeed unruly. He had been famous for his mischief in the capital since he was a child. He had not restrained his temper at all when he grew up. Therefore, he had always been regarded as a dandy. It was normal that Lord Cheng and the other two looked down on him.
But after such a long period of contact, she knew that Qi Tianyang was actually very attentive and considerate, and not the completely clueless second-generation rich man he appeared to be. He was kind-hearted and righteous, as evidenced by the fact that he beat up the youngest son of Ningguo Duke for a commoner woman and stood up for her.
However, his character does need to be honed, and he can be impulsive and reckless at times, but his basic character is not bad, and he is a promising talent.
Zhou Jing'an chuckled, "That's what he asked for. He's been known as a playboy for so many years. Now he wants to marry someone else's daughter, it's not that easy. It's better to try harder."
Jiang Ling smiled, "Yes, this is not easy to come by, and he can cherish little An An well."
As the two chatted like this, the two people below had not yet decided the winner.
Qi Tianyang attacked very actively, but he was never able to restrain Yin Jie. Instead, he was often dodged flexibly by Yin Jie and then came up with a follow-up move.
After a quarter of an hour, Qi Tianyang was covered in sweat, but he was not hurt at all.
In contrast, Yin Jie stood there very calmly, without even breathing.
He has dark skin, high brow bones, eyes that are black and bright like obsidian, thin lips, a high nose, a sharp jawline, and a tall and thin figure. When he stands there, he looks like a dangerous black panther ready to attack at any time.
Jiang Ling frowned and said to Zhou Jing'an tentatively: "I always feel that his eyes are very..."
Zhou Jing'an nodded, "He is naturally proud, with a fierce look in his eyes that carries murderous intent. He is a ruthless person."
"Then can he obey the court?" Jiang Ling asked. After all, the purpose of selecting talents is to enrich the officials of the court.
Zhou Jing'an chuckled, "The Emperor has his own arrangements."
The time of the competition slowly passed, and only half of the incense was left burning.
If the winner is still not determined after the incense has burned out, then one must consider adding a match or using other forms of competition to continue the fight.
Yin Jie took a quick glance, then his eyes instantly became fierce when he looked at Qi Tianyang.
Qi Tianyang clearly felt the change in his aura and was stunned. When he came to his senses, he saw Yin Jie flying towards him at an extremely fast speed.
The two men fought again, but this time Yin Jie took the initiative to attack.
The Da Gan Wushu Examination stipulates that weapons can only injure the opponent's skin and flesh at most, and cannot cause life or irreversible injuries.
Yin Jie strictly followed the rules, and after a few breaths, Qi Tianyang had several shallow knife wounds on his body.
The clothes were torn, the flesh was exposed, and strands of blood slowly seeped out.
Qi Tianyang frowned, raised his spear and charged forward, but it was of no avail, only worsening his wounds.
He had wounds all over his body, his clothes were torn, blood was oozing out and dripping onto the ground, his hair was a little loose, hanging in front of his eyes and wet with sweat, he was exhausted and kept gasping for breath, looking very miserable.
Yin Jie scoffed, "You can't beat me, give up."
Qi Tianyang's eyes were firm, his back didn't bend at all, "Absolutely impossible." After saying that, he rushed forward again.
The people on the martial arts viewing platform couldn't help but quiet down. Some were worried, while others remained silent.
Cheng An clenched his hands tightly, his fingers had turned white from being squeezed, and he felt a pang of bitterness in his heart as he watched Qi Tianyang, who was fighting for his life, below.
"Just give up, why work so hard..." She couldn't help cursing in her heart.
She thought that after the competition was over, she would never pay any attention to him again, and no matter how he stopped the car and acted pitifully, she would never say a word to him.
As the voice in his heart fell, Yin Jie slashed the dagger in his hand at high speed, and Qi Tianyang's chest was torn open. He staggered a few steps. Yin Jie glanced at the burning incense on the timer, and only a small part was left. He flew up and kicked Qi Tianyang in the abdomen as if he was really impatient. Qi Tianyang flew out instantly, and the whole person and the spear fell heavily on the edge of the competition venue.
Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth and the spear broke with a sound.
At the same time, the gong sounded, the incense burned out, and the competition ended.
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The field was as silent as ice. Amidst the rising dust, only Yin Jie could be seen standing in the center of the field.
The Duke of Qi and his wife stood up suddenly, and the other officials also stood up. Feng Yu, Zhou Ning'an, Zhou Jing'an and Jiang Ling also stood up in an instant. Even Lord Cheng and his wife could not help but stand up and look towards the edge of the venue.
Cheng An was trembling all over and looked down stiffly.
Feng Yu frowned and asked the accompanying imperial physician to go and take a look. Then everyone saw a man staggering to his feet in the dust.
“…No need.”
Qi Tianyang raised his hand to wipe away the blood from the corner of his mouth, staining his cuffs red.
His clothes were torn in many places, and blood was slowly flowing out. The blood dripped onto the ground and mixed with the dust, forming a ball.
Qi Tianyang frowned, secretly annoyed at how embarrassing he had made himself.
He reluctantly clasped his fists and bowed, "I am no match for you, thank you for letting me win."
Yin Jie glanced at him and clasped his fists in the same manner, "Thank you."
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief. The imperial physician stood there, not knowing what to do. Feng Yu waved his hand and told him to go and check on the patient.
From behind came Feng Yu's voice announcing the end of the martial arts exam and Yin Jie's victory as the champion. Everyone applauded and congratulated him in a harmonious and warm atmosphere.
Qi Tianyang was a little unsteady on his feet. He staggered and squatted down to pick up the spear that was broken into two pieces, and sighed lightly.
Still didn't get the title of martial arts champion.
Just a little bit, just a little bit.
The imperial physician and attendants came and helped him up and took him to the back room.
Cheng An breathed a sigh of relief when he saw him stand up, but after seeing his appearance clearly, he couldn't help feeling sad. Seeing him bending down to pick up the spear, his eyes couldn't help but redden.
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