Xuanyuan Yichuan prided himself on having a good temper, yet this arrogance kindled a bit of anger in him.
The long sword rushed straight towards his face, only then did Yu Siqiao suddenly move, his form flickered lightly, and in an instant, Xuanyuan Yichuan’s long sword pierced through... empty air.
Xuanyuan Yichuan was extrely shocked, unable to believe it.
The next instant, a sharp pain ca to his back, he was actually kicked and staggered forward.
The movent was so uncanny it was hard to see clearly!
And the people watching below all exclaid, so even rubbed their eyes, afraid they had misseen.
Song Gu, watching from below, saw most clearly, couldn’t help but take a sharp breath, shouting: "It’s actually him!!"
This silhouette, wasn’t it the one who almost poisoned him silent that night!
Song Gu opened his mouth and suddenly understood.
So it was... like this!
That night, to provoke Xuanyuan Yichuan, he spoke words filled with various humiliations towards Mo Shu.
Could it be because his words were heard by this guard, and at that ti this guard was already enamored with Princess Mo, so... he poisoned him to teach him a lesson?
The threads in his mind instantly connected.
Song Gu’s mood quickly beca very complex.
Dammit...
He hadn’t truly experienced this person’s martial skills, but that uncanny and bizarre movent... Xuanyuan Yichuan is no match!
The emperor, who was sitting calmly with Mo Shu, expecting Xuanyuan Yichuan to win the match, almost spat out his tea upon seeing this scene!
This... how is this possible!!
Xuanyuan Yichuan not only failed to crush this little guard, but was kicked by that very sa guard?!
The emperor’s previously composed deanor was greatly diminished upon witnessing this mont.
In contrast, Mo Shu seed as if she had predicted it all, maintaining her calm without a hint of panic.
On the stage.
Xuanyuan Yichuan had no idea such a change would occur, he swiftly turned around, that fast-moving silhouette passed before his eyes, and the next instant, his throat felt a sudden chill.
The guard he had previously looked down upon was now holding a long sword, pointing at his throat, barely a fraction away from piercing his neck and taking his life.
Everything happened too quickly.
Xuanyuan Yichuan hadn’t yet had the chance to demonstrate his strength, he felt he hadn’t even reacted, and the winner was decided.
Xuanyuan Yichuan stared at the long sword before him, this unexpected outco caught him off guard, making it hard to believe.
’Dong’
A gong sounded.
The eunuch’s sharp voice announced: "The match is decided—Qiao Cang, wins!"
Everyone was left speechless.
No one dared to believe this result.
"How is this possible!"
"In just one move... Young Master Xuan Yuan is done?"
"No way, that person was too fast!"
"I didn’t even see how he moved, and it was over?!"
Song Gu let out a light sigh.
Looking at Xuanyuan Yichuan’s gaze, it was both sympathetic and regretful.
But losing to such a person, is not unfair.
Yu Siqiao slowly retracted his long sword, speaking calmly: "Thank you for letting win."
Thank you for letting win.
Xuanyuan Yichuan’s face suddenly turned ashen.
Did he let him win?
Who the hell let him win!
I did not let him win!
Xuanyuan Yichuan’s eyes quickly filled with blood, unwillingly staring at this unfamiliar man before him.
Clearly just a guard, clearly just a nobody, did he actually... win?
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