Yongheng's gaze darted back and forth between Hua and Chuyu.
There is less than an hour left until midnight!
A burst of cheers suddenly erupted from the crowd.
"This young master is truly remarkable!"
"It seems he's the clear favorite for this year's firefly light!"
......
Yongheng looked down curiously upon hearing this.
"This man's swordsmanship is truly remarkable!"
"Let me see."
Hua Ting Yongheng said this, he peeked towards the arena.
"Mo Lin?"
"Um?"
"Chu Yu, it's Mo Lin, that's... that Mo Lin!"
Considering that Yong Heng was present, Mo Lin's identity was not explicitly stated.
Chu Yu turned his head and glanced at it. "It's him!"
Mo Lin stood proudly on the arena, enjoying the adulation of ordinary people.
Yongheng turned to look at the two of them and asked, "Hmm? You two know each other?"
"I guess so."
"Chu Yu and Mo Qi are also here."
"I've noticed."
"What are they doing here? Is it also for this firefly lamp?"
Mo Lin and the others don't seem to like these items. Could it be that they're also like her, wanting to sell them for money?
Are you worried that your firefly light will disappear?
He rolled his eyes at Yong Heng, thinking, "With Chu Yu around, what's there to worry about?"
But Yongheng earnestly reassured her, "Don't worry, I just looked at his moves, and they're still not as good as Chu Yu's. You can rest assured!"
"He was no match for Chu Yu to begin with, so why should I be worried?"
"By the way, who did you learn your swordsmanship from?"
When Hua asked him about himself, Yongheng stammered.
"He's the teacher my father found for me..."
Seeing his hesitant demeanor, she couldn't help but ask, "Is it that you can't say?"
"Well... it's not that I can't tell you, it's just that you probably won't believe me even if I do."
"My sword-controlling technique was taught to me by an immortal in a dream!"
The room was quiet.
"See? I told you you wouldn't believe me!"
People used to ask Yongheng this question, but whenever he answered, they always thought he was lying, even though it was the truth.
From a young age, an old deity would appear in his dreams to teach him swordsmanship.
Hua and Chu Yu exchanged a glance.
We believe it.
This time, it was Yongheng's turn to be incredulous.
"Do you believe what I'm saying? Don't you think I'm making this up to deceive you?"
"So you're lying to us?"
Of course not!
"That's it."
After saying that, Hua pulled Chu Yu downstairs. Although the view from the upstairs room was excellent, it was still not as enjoyable as standing downstairs.
"You won again! That's ten wins in a row now!"
"Who can argue with that? Last year's best record for defending the title was only five games!"
"Excuse me! Excuse me! Please let me pass!"
Taking advantage of her petite size, Hua nimbly squeezed into the front row.
Chu Yu watched as Hua slipped to the front like a little fish entering the water, and with a slight use of magic, he easily walked to Hua's side.
He wrapped his arms around her, possessively locking the flowers in his bosom.
"Gentlemen, it will be midnight in just a quarter of an hour. Is there anyone else who would like to step forward and take on the challenge?"
The manager of Ruijinlou Restaurant enthusiastically promoted the event, saying that the more and longer the matches went on, the higher their odds would be, and who would complain about having so much money?
"I'll do it!"
A figure leaped down from the second-floor side room.
"It's the Fourth Prince, Yongheng!"
"Hasn't the Fourth Prince not participated for several years? I didn't expect to see him on stage this year!"
"Why is Yong Heng on the field?"
Gold is easy to obtain, but rivals are hard to find.
"My name is Yong Heng, and I have come to seek your guidance!"
Mo Lin looked at Yong Heng with complete indifference. What ability could a mere mortal have? He was just in a good mood today and came to play with them.
From nothing to something, from few to many, Yong Heng's sword in front of him quickly transformed into eight flying swords that flew towards Mo Lin. Almost the instant the swords were drawn, they were stained with blood.
"Interesting." Mo Lin glanced at the cut on his arm. A mere mortal possessing such speed—luckily, he had dodged in time, otherwise…
The dignified prince of the demon race could not afford to lose face to a mere mortal!
Transform demonic power into swords, and prepare for battle!
......
Finally, at the quarter-hour mark before midnight, Yong Heng was knocked off the stage and crashed heavily to the ground with a "boom!"
"The Fourth Prince actually lost?!"
"Just who is this person?"
......
"Yongheng, are you alright?"
"It's alright, don't worry about me, I'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."
"Liao Liao was just asking you a question, don't overthink it!"
"......"
Yongheng's fall was quite forceful, and Mo Qi noticed Hua and the others, smiling and nodding to them.
There's a saying in the mortal world: "You can't hit a smiling face."
Chu Yu noticed that Mo Qi's actions directly blocked Hua's view.
"At the last minute, is there anyone else who wants to give it a try?"
"Even the Fourth Prince lost, who else would dare to go up?"
"That's right, it looks like the firefly lantern is his this year!"
All around were chattering voices, and everyone seemed to think highly of Mo Lin.
"Liao Liao, just stand here and wait for me. I'll go and win the firefly lantern back for you!"
Having said that, he lightly touched the ground with his toes and leaped onto the arena.
"I appreciate your guidance!"
"Gulp!"
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