Chapter 1567: 759 Triumphant! (2 updates)_2
Mu Qingchen held his long sword and gave a salute, “Junior will do his best, please guide , Uncle Wang.”
Wang Yi’s smile faded, he drew the curved sabre from his waist, and said imposingly, “Then let test whether your martial arts have improved over these years!”
The gong sounded, and the two spurred their horses to charge at each other.
Mu Qingchen’s weapon was a long sword, while Wang Yi’s was a curved sabre; it is said that the sword overcos the sabre, and the sabre overcos the spear, but in reality, this is not the case.
Every weapon has its advantages and disadvantages in combat, it all depends on how they are utilized.
Wang Yi used the Overbearing Blade Technique, with powerful strength that could instantly suppress the opponent, while Mu Qingchen’s swordsmanship was about swift, agile, and quick movents.
A swing of Mu Qingchen’s sword could easily be blocked by Wang Yi’s curved sabre.
But if Wang Yi were to slash down, and Mu Qingchen tried to block it head on, he might not be able to withstand it.
In order to avoid receiving Wang Yi’s moves, Mu Qingchen launched an attack as soon as the match began, not using any forceful swinging, slashing, or chopping moves at all. Instead, all his moves were stabbing, swiping, and picking, which were fast and tricky angles that made it difficult to defend against.
Wang Yi felt his eyes dazzle; he couldn’t find a way to exert his strength.
Eventually, Mu Qingchen stepped on the stirrup and leaped up, performing a flip in the air to cut through the leather of Wang Yi’s saddle.
Mu Qingchen then sent a burst of sword energy towards the rear of the horse, startling it; the horse raised its front hooves and dashed forward abruptly.
Wang Yi, caught off-guard, tilted to one side and slid off the horse along with the saddle.
The next second, as he lay in an awkward heap on the ground, Mu Qingchen landed back on his own horse and reached out to grab his arm, “Uncle Wang!”
Wang Yi steadied himself, looking at Mu Qingchen with a mix of frustration and amusent; he patted the horse and said, panting, “I lost! I am thoroughly convinced of my loss!”
Mu Qingchen dismounted, sheathed his sword, and perford a junior’s salute, “Uncle Wang has been generous.”
Wang Yi gestured dismissively, “Alright already, I didn’t even want to co in the first place. But since you’ve beaten , you better not lose to anyone else! Prove to that my loss to you was not in vain!”
Mu Qingchen’s expression grew complex as he fixated his gaze, “Yes!”
The next round was supposed to have three pairs, but one of the Cavalry from Heaven Dry tal Seven had an issue and couldn’t make it to the site in ti.
Normally, this kind of situation could be directly handled as a forfeit, but Lord Han was magnanimous and said he was willing to wait for his opponent.
And he was waiting until now.
“They’re here, they’re here!”
“Who’s here?”
“Lord Han’s opponent!”
“Ah, it’s actually him!”
Gu Jiao, mounted on the back of Hei Fengqi, perked up her ears to their excited chatter, “Who is it that’s causing such a reaction?”
“It’s Nangong Jing! The legitimate daughter of the Nangong Family!”
Upon hearing this, Gu Jiao grunted in interest and looked towards the newcor, indeed seeing a woman clad in armor riding towards the battlefield.
Nangong Jing, the legitimate daughter of the third household of the Nangong Family, seventeen this year, skilled in martial arts.
Huh, she didn’t rember seeing her among the cavalry participants from yesterday’s selection.
Nangong Jing rode her horse to the base of the platform where Lord Han and Han Lei were, looked up at the two n, and said with neither servility nor overbearing pride, “My father was unexpectedly detained and cannot co. May I fight in his stead?”
By the rules, this was not allowed.
Otherwise, what if everyone started calling for outside help?
Looking down from above, Lord Han glanced at her and said indifferently, “Fine.”
Nangong Jing said, “Please!”
Lord Han walked down from the platform, neither hastily nor slowly.
Gu Jiao stroked her chin, harboring a doubt in her mind; how did Lord Han, so young, already have white hair?
When Lord Han entered the arena, he wasn’t riding his own Black Demon horse but a common Hei Fengqi.
Nangong Jing frowned and challenged, “Lord Han, why aren’t you using your own horse? Are you looking down on ?”
Lord Han replied blandly, “Miss Nangong worries too much. I had thought that after waiting so long, no one from the Nangong Family would show up today, so I had my horse sent back to the Residence. If we were to fetch it now, I’m afraid it would cause Miss Nangong a long wait.”
His words were polite, but his expression and tone were not.
Nangong Jing, inflad with humiliation, said coldly, “Aren’t you going to ring the gong?”
The examiner cleared his throat and struck the gong.
Nangong Jing’s weapons were a pair of sabres, while Lord Han was unard.
As Nangong Jing charged towards Lord Han, he stood still, not moving at all.
Nangong Jing’s martial arts were not at the sa level as Lord Han; she couldn’t hurt him. Before her blades even touched a hair on Lord Han’s head, he had used his internal force to knock her off her horse.
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