Chapter 1141: 512: Du Yan vomits blood!
Not only Du Yan, but also Yanggu and Qiuju—all three of them stood frozen, their faces blank with shock. The entire hall was steeped in an eerie silence.
Especially Du Yan, who had been utterly confident in claiming the number one spot on the military achievent leaderboard for head count. He had regarded it as a prize already in his grasp.
Now it was gone—the blow was colossal, leaving him with a ringing in his ears.
Most of the spectators had co rely for the spectacle, fully expecting to hear the nas of Du Yan, Yanggu, or Qiuju being announced.
But this Lanling—who the hell is he? Why has no one ever heard of this na before?
anwhile, the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army froze for a mont before erupting into thunderous cheers.
This singular roar snapped Du Yan back to his senses.
“How could this happen? Impossible, impossible!” Du Yan muttered to himself, his voice low and frantic.
Losing the first place was already abnormal, but for it to be stolen by Lanling—this was utterly inconceivable.
Even if the sun were to rise in the west, it still wouldn’t be possible.
If Yanggu or Qiuju had taken first place instead, though painful, Du Yan could begrudgingly accept it.
But for the title to land in the hands of Lanling—no matter heaven or earth, all corners of the earth or the farthest reaches of the seas—it was entirely unacceptable.
“Impossible, impossible…” Du Yan’s voice grew louder and louder, until Chief Constantine heard it.
Although Constantine had plans to elevate Du Yan’s status, he absolutely would not tolerate public defiance. A cold gaze locked onto Du Yan in an instant.
Du Yan felt his heart seize with dread, the temptation to back down surging within him.
But the matter was too serious to bear; his anger could not be contained. Without hesitation, Du Yan exclaid, “Chief, it is fundantally impossible for Lanling to claim first place on the military achievent leaderboard!”
Chief Constantine replied, “Are you suggesting I made an error?”
“I wouldn’t dare,” Du Yan said, “But could it be that Lanling cheated sohow?”
These words set off a ripple of hostility from the brothers of the Foreign Tribe Army. What did Du Yan an by this? No matter what, Lanling was also one of the Foreign Tribe Army brothers, not to ntion the nephew of Suo Mo, the Head Chieftain, and Du Yan’s sworn brother. For Du Yan to openly undermine him—wasn’t this exposing division within the Foreign Tribe Army in front of everyone?
“Cheating?” Chief Constantine asked. “How would he have cheated?”
Du Yan replied, “For instance, manipulating the markings on the arrows, so that other people unwittingly fired arrows marked for Lanling.”
Constantine had half a mind to ask, didn’t you inspect them at the beginning?
Indeed, when the battle started, Du Yan had specifically examined the bows and arrows of the Foreign Tribe Army brothers, precisely to prevent Lanling from cheating.
Du Yan continued, “Could there be a mistake among the staff tallying numbers? During the second cavalry charge and lee battle, the credit for head count belonged to all the cavalry brothers from the Foreign Tribe Army equally—Lanling could only claim ten heads out of it.”
“Yes, that’s correct—ten heads,” Constantine confird.
Du Yan’s face twitched, but he forced himself to speak again, “Chief, I’d like to see the precise head count tally for the military achievents.”
In his mind, Du Yan fud over how Lanling had exploited the advantages of participating in two pre-battle duels. If the head count difference between him and Lanling was slim, then he planned to join forces with Yanggu and Qiuju to alter the rules and dethrone Lanling from the top spot.
From there, the three of them would share the first-place title equally.
Although Constantine had publicly read out the nas on the leaderboard, leaving little room for reversal, monts like this often instilled false hope—and the more ridiculous the hope, the more people clung to it.
For instance, after the 2002 Korea-Japan World Cup, when China lost 0–2 to Costa Rica, rumors circulated that the match didn’t count and would be rescheduled—and many people genuinely believed it, indulging in such fantasies.
Chief Constantine stared at Du Yan. “Are you sure you want to see it?”
“Yes, I want to see it,” Du Yan declared.
“We want to see it too,” Yanggu and Qiuju chid in simultaneously.
“Du Yan, step forward,” Constantine said.
At that mont, Du Yan’s heart surged with a faint sense of superiority.
Look—Constantine asked only him to step forward, excluding Yanggu and Qiuju.
Du Yan stepped up, bending to receive the military head count leaderboard scroll. The first thing he looked at was his own tally, checking for any discrepancies.
Two hundred thirty-five heads!
No mistake—it aligned perfectly with his own expectations.
Then, he shifted his gaze to Lanling’s count.
Du Yan’s eyes widened, and he rubbed them furiously for good asure.
Is this an illusion? Am I dreaming?
God above—nine hundred fifty-two heads.
This wasn’t just a miracle—it was utter fantasy, sheer horror—a walking human-head harvesting machine.
Du Yan had initially planned to rally Yanggu and Qiuju to overthrow Lanling if their head count totals weren’t far apart.
But the difference was staggering—Lanling’s tally was nearly double that of the three of them combined.
The gap was imasurable—a gulf between heaven and earth.
At this point, Du Yan wasn’t rely doubtful; he was overwheld by absurdity.
How exactly had Lanling managed to kill so many people? His archery skills were indeed exceptional, but most of his early shots were blind volleys into the sky—how could they possibly hit anything?
Suddenly, Du Yan thought of a critical matter.
Chief Constantine had previously promised that whoever ranked first in military achievents would marry his daughter, Nini’an.
Now, with Lanling ranked first, did that an Nini’an would be married to him?
However, Constantine didn’t address this topic imdiately. Instead, he resud reading the nas on the military achievent leaderboard.
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