Chapter 241 It’s almost done
The visitor was wearing a light black armor, and the red-gold edging on his shoulders and wrists sparkled in the sun.
In the inner courtyard of the imperial palace, this man was wearing a sword, and no one was surprised.
"Commander Yan!"
Someone exclaimed.
"I almost forgot, Commander Yan is also one of the best masters in Daliang!"
"Commander Yan is back, there is hope now!"
Amidst the discussions, Yan Ning arrived before the throne, knelt on one knee and said:
"Your Majesty, I beg you to fight!"
The Emperor glanced at the complacent Northern Cang warriors on the field and frowned, saying:
"Lord Yan, how is your injury?"
Unexpectedly, Yan Ning, who was still on holiday recuperating from his injury, would suddenly appear at this critical juncture. It was obvious that he had heard about the competition and hurried over.
The emperor knew that Yan Ning was ambushed by Dou Cheng that day and was almost killed. Normally, a few days of rest would be far from enough.
But it was Yun Qingqing who rescued Yan Ning that day, and the emperor himself had experienced her extraordinary ability to save people, so he was not sure at the moment how far Yan Ning's injury had healed and whether he had fully recovered.
Yan Ning's voice was steady and firm:
"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I am now fine. I hope Your Majesty will allow me to fight!"
The emperor nodded in appreciation:
"Since Yan Qing is so willing, then you will be allowed to fight!"
"But you've just recovered from a serious injury. If you're not strong enough later, don't force yourself. After all, Prince Li is only looking for a common woman. How can she be more important than Yan Qing's safety!"
After the emperor said this, the court officials finally remembered Yan Ning's injury, and the hope that had just risen was extinguished.
However, perhaps because they had been beaten too many times by the tall and strong Bei Cang warrior, all the ministers were now sighing that His Majesty was kind and loved his ministers like his own sons, and would rather lose the competition than let Commander Yan get hurt again.
Yu Wen Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his lips raised slightly.
The old emperor of Liang first mentioned that the loser in the competition was "just a commoner girl", and then with a few words he focused his subjects' attention on Yan Ning's injuries.
Now, even if Yan Ning lost, the ministers of Liang State would not feel too embarrassed and would be much more receptive.
As expected, the person who can sit in that position is not a simple person.
Yuwen Ye smiled slightly, leaning back on his seat and said lazily:
"I've long heard that there's a Yan clan in Daliang, and their inherited swordsmanship is truly exceptional. I'm fortunate to have witnessed it today, and I'm looking forward to seeing it."
As Yan Ning walked towards the center of the training ground, his eyes glanced at a seat next to the emperor and paused slightly.
According to regulations, that position belongs to the Regent and his wife, but it is vacant at the moment.
A hint of doubt flashed in his eyes, but he quickly looked away and walked to the center of the training ground.
The Northern Blue Warrior had just won seven games in a row and was feeling very proud. He looked at Yan Ning with contempt:
"With such a small body, here comes another one to serve as a food delivery! I say, you guys in Daliang don't have anyone who can fight well anyway, why don't you just admit defeat? You have to rush over one by one to tickle me, when will it ever end?"
With a clang, Yan Ning unsheathed his long sword and pointed it at the ground. He looked at the Northern Cang warrior with a stern expression:
"Please teach me!"
The man from Bei Cang raised his chin and hooked his finger at him.
But Yan Ning's figure almost turned into a shadow, and in the blink of an eye the long sword was at his face!
The Beicang warrior glared, raised his hand hastily, grabbed the sword with his iron palm, and tried to break the sword with a sudden force.
There were exclamations from outside the stadium, and everyone in Liang State was worried about Yan Ning.
A general had suffered this loss before. His sword was broken by the specially made steel palm guard of the Beicang warrior. He was caught off guard and was hit by another palm, which broke several ribs.
The generals who came on stage later were already prepared, but Yan Ning had just arrived and was naturally unaware of this move.
The Northern Blue Warrior sneered.
This man was a little faster than the others before, which scared him, but what was the use? As long as the sword broke, the outcome would be decided!
However, Yan Ning was only startled for a moment, and immediately changed his tactics, pulling his hand away and shaking his wrist at a tricky angle. The sword unexpectedly bent at an angle like a snake and was pulled out from between the iron palms, making a sharp sound that made one's teeth ache.
The Beicang warrior was stunned, and then he realized that the opponent's sword was not broken, but his own steel palm gloves were scratched!
He didn't have time to think about it. Yan Ning's next attack was already coming. He had to concentrate on defending himself, and his expression was no longer as nonchalant as before.
The people of Liang State only saw Yan Ning and the Beicang warriors fighting back and forth on the field, and the atmosphere had gradually changed from the initial depression and worry to a warm one.
None of the generals who had appeared on the field before had lasted more than ten moves against the Beicang people.
But after Yan Ning came on the court for dozens of moves, he gradually gained the upper hand.
At first, because the Beicang warriors were wearing many pieces of fine steel protective gear, Yan Ning's attacks were difficult to be effective and he had a hard time fighting.
Especially this man from Bei Cang, although he looked big, his movements were not slow at all. His pair of iron palms clashed head-on with the long sword. From time to time, he would grab the long sword again with force, and attack the vital points with his other hand at the same time.
However, Yan Ning took steady steps and after gradually becoming familiar with this man's moves, he realized that he relied too much on those protective gears and his body movements and techniques were not sophisticated.
From then on, he had a plan in mind and took every step carefully, starting to focus on attacking the weak points of the Beicang warriors, forcing them to take defensive action.
But Yan Ning's sword moves were real and fake, and his movements were getting faster and faster. Soon the Beicang warrior was overwhelmed and exhausted from parrying. He had almost no strength to fight back, and blood was on his body.
If he hadn't relied on his fine steel armor to protect his vital parts, the outcome would have been decided long ago.
The people of Liang State outside the stadium could no longer hold back their shouts of cheers.
I was beaten by this big guy for the whole morning and thought I was going to lose. Now I can finally get some revenge!
Yan Ning did not relax at all. He watched from outside the field as he took the upper hand, but he knew that it would not be easy to defeat the opponent in this battle.
His injuries had indeed not healed yet, and his internal strength had almost reached its limit after this fight.
Fortunately, the opponent was obviously in a worse condition than him, and his steps and moves were completely messed up. With just the last three moves, he would definitely be able to defeat him!
Yan Ning held his breath, focused his attention, and used the most exquisite move of the Yan family swordsmanship to stab forward with his sword!
The Beicang warrior hurriedly stretched out his hand to block, but the long sword deviated at a subtle angle and brushed past his palm and went straight to his neck!
With a "clang" sound, the Beicang warrior dodged forcefully and caught the sword with his shoulder. The tip of the sword made a sharp sound when it hit the fine steel protective gear.
But Yan Ning quickly withdrew his attack and swept out the second sword.
Anyone in the audience who had some martial arts attainments could see that the Beicang warrior was really about to be defeated.
The emperor showed a happy expression, looked at Yuwen Ye, and said in a relaxed tone:
"It seems that the structural diagram in Prince Li's hand has a deep connection with Daliang!"
Not only did he win face, but he was also able to obtain the diagram of Ran's mechanical crossbow. The emperor was in a very good mood at the moment.
But Yuwen Ye didn't look nervous at all. He tapped the table twice with his fan and said loudly:
"That's enough. If you continue playing, you'll really lose!"
The emperor was stunned and was wondering what he meant.
The bearded man on the field just laughed and the situation suddenly changed!
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