Chapter 201 Winning is Losing
"Hahaha... But what? I haven't forgotten..." King Yu laughed with satisfaction, turning to look at Princess Qingyang, "Princess, since General Liu has won the championship, are you also willing to fulfill your promise?"
“Of course…” Before the King of Yu could finish speaking, Princess Qingyang had already stood up and beckoned for someone to present the jade bow. “You keep your word. ‘Liu Huo’ is yours.”
Princess Qingyang's rosy, lychee-like eyes shone brightly in the firelight, her gaze fixed on General Yingyang with a mixture of admiration and predation.
Liu Yang did not accept the bow, but instead bowed to King Yu and said, "Your Majesty, I have a request. I have heard that the Li clan are descendants of Li Xing, one of the seven ancient gods. They are not only skilled in hunting and crafting, but also in singing and dancing. As a descendant of the Li clan, Your Highness must also be skilled in singing and dancing. I humbly request that I exchange the Flowing Fire Jade Bow for Your Highness's dance."
“Princess…” Prince Yu was about to ask something, not realizing anything was amiss.
Princess Qingyang was furious: "You scoundrel, you're just a lowly general, how dare you ask me to dance?"
Before he could finish speaking, he turned around, drew the sword from the attendant beside him, and thrust it straight at Liu Yang's face.
"Bang……"
Liu Yang dodged to the side, the sword tip plunging straight into the ground, demonstrating the immense force of the blow.
A young man who looked like a clerk behind Princess Qingyang said expressionlessly, "Singing and dancing are the work of entertainers. I am a descendant of the Li clan and the daughter of Lord Qingyang. Unless it is a traditional time to dance with my chosen husband, no one is qualified to make my princess sing and dance."
Mu Xi disliked such frivolous behavior.
The atmosphere at the table immediately became tense.
"Oh..." Liu Yang remained unfazed, instead becoming even more self-important. "That was my presumption, but as the saying goes, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. The women of Yan Sheng's heartland don't have such customs. They are all gentle and graceful, with tender feelings. Princess, you are a beauty of unparalleled grace. If you could be as beautiful as those flowers, it would be the icing on the cake."
Is this an apology or flirting?
As a general of the Northern Region, Liu Yang probably doesn't take the Princess of Donghai seriously.
Princess Qingyang's crimson eyes transformed into two flames, all traces of her previous appreciation vanishing, replaced by overwhelming pressure and fury: "General Yingyang, are you so arrogant that you dare to act so wildly in front of this county? All men who look down on women in front of this county are already dead. Today, one more or one less makes no difference..."
As soon as the word "few" was uttered, Princess Qingyang appeared, moving with incredible speed, pulling out the sword that had been stuck in the ground, and turning to stab Liu Yang.
Liu Yang turned around and barely dodged, but he was not afraid. Instead, he smiled dismissively and said, "The princess has quite a temper. No one in our Yan Sheng inland region would dare to take her."
"Enough nonsense. You want to dance? Then let's see if you can out-dance with this princess's sword..." As Princess Qingyang spoke, she stabbed three more times with a "swish swish swish".
With a provocative and mocking smile, Liu Yang dodged left and right while continuing to speak: "Your Highness's swordsmanship is superb, and your feat is no less impressive than any man's. I am unworthy, but I am willing to learn a thing or two from you. However... if I am fortunate enough to win... would Your Highness be so kind as to perform a dance for me?"
It seemed like he was setting a challenge, but his tone was more like a mocking joke that didn't take him seriously.
Even Mu Xi, who was just watching the show, felt uncomfortable listening to this, let alone the princess.
Yu Guang looked up at King Yu, who remained unmoved and even seemed to enjoy the fight between the two.
Then look at Prince Mu Sheng of Xuanyou, sitting majestically, with only a barely perceptible smile at the corner of his mouth, showing his confidence in Liu Yang.
Liu Yang dodged left and right with ease, and has yet to draw his sword.
Mu Xi had heard a lot about "General Eagle" these past few days. Everyone said that he was not only handsome and dashing, but also had top-notch martial arts skills and had yet to meet his match.
This made Mu Xi worry about Princess Qingyang.
Women cannot compare with men of equal or greater size, strength, or speed.
If Princess Qingyang agrees, she will inevitably be humiliated if she loses the competition later.
"Hmph...you have no chance of winning." Princess Qingyang didn't take the bait. She lightly touched the ground with her toes, her movements nimble and elusive.
Before everyone's eyes, the sword's momentum surged like a rainbow, heading straight for Liu Yang's face.
Liu Hong's eyes narrowed, and with a clang, he finally drew the soft sword from his waist.
The two officially clashed at one point.
At first, Liu Yang's swordplay was quite composed, as he intended to engage in a sword dance with Princess Qingyang.
However, after Princess Qingyang exerted her strength for a short time, he had to take it seriously.
The princess's sword was no mere ornament; each strike contained an overwhelming and unstoppable force, cunning and ruthless, aimed straight for vital points! The clash of swords sent shivers down his spine! This was no mere entertainment dance; it was clearly a deadly technique imbued with true power, showing no mercy!
"Your Highness, what skill you possess!" Liu Hong roared, suppressing his astonishment as his fighting spirit was fully ignited. He stopped testing the waters and suddenly changed his swordplay, making it bold and powerful.
The two sharp swords transformed into two clusters of light and shadow.
One is crimson gold with flowing clouds, lively and unpredictable like the raging waves of the East China Sea; the other is dark black and refined, deep and powerful like the mountains of the North.
Sword shadows flickered, and powerful energy surged through the air. The campfire flickered and swayed wildly, forced to glow dimly by the surging air currents.
The sound of swords clashing, as dense as a sudden downpour, was incessant, sending chills down one's spine and making one's heart pound.
Mu Xi was dazzled by the sights and couldn't tell who had the upper hand.
At that moment, Mu Xun's gentle whisper rang in her ears: "If the fight continues, the princess will undoubtedly lose."
"Ah..." Mu Xi was shocked for Princess Qingyang. "Is she really unable to win?"
Mu Xun shook his head slightly, unwilling to say more.
Princess Qingyang didn't agree to the bet just now, so even if she lost, she wouldn't suffer any loss.
But to lose to Liu Yang, such an arrogant and self-proclaimed womanizer...
Even Mu Xi was unwilling to accept this.
"Cousin Mu Sheng, don't just watch the show. Aren't you worried?" Mu Xi suddenly had an idea and called out to Mu Sheng, the Crown Prince of Xuanyou, who was sitting at the head of the table.
Mu Sheng was feeling smug when Mu Xi suddenly spoke to him, asking, "What do you mean by that, cousin?"
Mu Xi deliberately raised her voice: "General Yingyang is my cousin's man. If he loses, it will be a loss of face for my cousin. But if he wins... then winning is also losing..."
"Uh..." Once reminded, Mu Sheng understood what was going on.
Mu Xi was afraid that Liu Yang, who was in the middle of the fight, might not understand: "Princess Qingyang is of noble status. What advantage would General Yingyang gain if he won? On the contrary, Princess Qingyang is a woman. According to the tradition of our Great Yu, a woman who can fight General Yingyang, who is unparalleled in martial arts, for so long will not lose face even if she loses. She can even brag about it. No."
As soon as he said this, more than a dozen moves had passed on the field. Liu Yang's sharp sword edge had vanished, replaced by restlessness and hesitation. In the midst of his busy work, he did not forget to glance at Mu Xi.
"This..." Mu Sheng was about to raise his hand to stop them.
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