But the two hours of undivided attention in the competition not only allowed the two to become friends through martial arts, but more importantly... Xuanyuan Yexiao succeeded!
"Your martial arts skills are quite good. Can we spar again some other day?"
"It's rare to find a martial arts rival, so let's spar, but don't lose too badly!"
Baili Han revealed a faint smile: "You know, I held back on you."
Xuanyuan Yexiao smiled seductively: "You know, I also held back on you."
After that, the two of them understood each other tacitly, clasped their fists to each other again, and left in two different directions.
The highlight of the second day's competition was the match between Prince Gan of the Northern Wei Dynasty and Xuanyuan Yexiao, the foremost swordsman of the Western Liang Dynasty. However, after presenting a visually stunning spectacle, the match ended in a draw, leaving the betting community devastated.
The happiest person in the entire arena was none other than the dealer, Boss Dai. Yesterday's duel between the Crown Prince of Nanyue and the Crown Prince of Xiliang had nearly bankrupted him. In today's match, he single-handedly outmaneuvered everyone, barely recouping most of his losses.
But thinking about how the Crown Princess had used ten million taels of silver to gamble away his five hundred million taels yesterday, Boss Dai still felt a sharp pain in his teeth. After this deal, he needed a good rest. The sudden loss of five hundred million yesterday had made his head congested, and he had been in a daze all day.
In the next fourteen games, each country won and lost. The South Vietnamese Marshal's Office did not send anyone to participate, and the situation in South Vietnam was no longer one-sided. After three games, they lost two and won one.
As the competition drew to a close, Dongxiang Crown Prince Dongfang Ming's expression grew increasingly grim. His gold mine was in the hands of Nanyue. If he couldn't reclaim it before the end of the competition, how would he explain this to his father?
Fortunately, hard work pays off. In the final competition, the remaining two countries were South Vietnam and Dongxiang.
Murong Qingyu, Murong Qingyun, Murong Yan, and Jing from the Nanyue Marshal's Office have all participated in the competition. Murong Xiao has also competed with Yelu Jingcun in embroidery. There is no one left in the Murong family.
Dongfang Ming has been waiting for this moment!
"Hahahaha, Emperor of Nanyue, I thought you and I would never face each other again, but I didn't expect that the last match would be between us."
Dong Xiang had previously fought three matches with South Vietnam, and in each match he made the same demand: that South Vietnam give up its gold mining rights. However, Dong Xiang lost every time.
"Emperor Nanyue, there should be no one left in the Marshal's Mansion, right? The martial arts masters around you should also be gone, right?"
Seeing that Emperor Dezheng didn't say anything, Dongfang Ming smiled and said, "This king still has the same condition as before. If South Vietnam loses, it will give up the gold mining rights on the border."
Emperor Dezheng nodded, grinning like an old fox. "Prince Dongfang has always coveted that gold mine. It's clear he values it very much. So, I'll offer you the same terms. If you, Dongxiang, lose, you don't have to pay double. You can just give up the mining rights to the gold mine. How's that?"
Dongfang Ming's expression froze, and the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably. Why did he have another bad feeling?
"What? Prince Dongfang doesn't want to? If you don't want to, then change your request. I won't bother with you. You should know that if it is as before, you, Dongxiang, can still have 20% of the mining rights, but if you lose again,
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