"Xu Liewu, your leg is broken. Aren't you just asking to be humiliated? Get down quickly. Don't ruin our Mongolian reputation. "Others might be afraid of him, but Wang Baobao wasn't. Seeing this, he couldn't help but mock him loudly.
Xu Liewu coldly glanced at him. "Wang Baobao, don't be too proud. Every dog has its day. Who knows how miserable your fate will be in the future?"
Wang Baobao laughed loudly. "Since when do we Mongolians need to comfort ourselves with an illusory fate? Since that's the case, let's see how you're going to overcome this. "
Xu Liewu's expression was gloomy. He ignored him and looked at his opponent.
Lu Shisheng, who was standing opposite him, couldn't help but shiver. His opponent clearly had a broken leg, but why did he feel as if he was being watched by a ferocious beast?
"The two of you may begin!" The judge saw them staring at each other and had to remind them.
Xu Liewu retracted his gaze and calmly said, "You may begin."
Lu Shisheng clasped his hands and said, "There's no need to compete. His Highness has won."
As soon as he said this, the crowd was in an uproar. Xue Baochai and the yellow-clothed woman both frowned. Xue Pan couldn't care less and immediately shouted, "You haven't even fought yet, how do you know he has won?"
Lu Shisheng seemed to have expected his doubt. He calmly replied, "I have seen His Highness fight in the group matches. His Highness' martial arts far surpass mine. Now that His Highness is injured, even if I win, it will be an unfair victory. My conscience won't be able to rest easy, so I admit defeat."
Hearing his straightforward words, many people couldn't help but sigh in admiration. They admired his noble character and unquestionable integrity. Xue Pan was so angry that he could only curse loudly.
"What a great 'not a gentleman'." Song Qingshu secretly sneered. No wonder the Lu brothers had acted so strangely before. It seemed that they had decided to betray Xu Liewu at that time. It was fine if these words could fool those who didn't know the truth, but how could they fool him? After the battle in Xiangyang, the Lu family knew the truth and had been planning a retreat. It seemed that they had secretly sided with the Mongolians.
It was no wonder that when the Princess of Dual Cultivation revealed that there was a new clue for the Goryeo case, the two of them were immediately assassinated. It was most likely the brothers who revealed it to the Mongolians, and then Xulewu used the Dong Ying people to achieve his goal.
Lu Shisheng had already walked off the stage. Xue Pan and a group of people aggressively surrounded him, but Lu Shisheng remained as still as a mountain. With Lu Shidao and a group of good friends protecting him, Xue Pan couldn't do anything to him.
The next match soon began on the stage. Bai Yuhuan, the young master of Ping Yang Bai Family, fought against Jin Xuzi, an expert of Diancang Sect.
"Kidney deficiency?"
Song Qingshu had a strange expression on his face. If he did not know that there were a few experts from the Diancang Sect who appeared in "The Heaven Sword and Dragon Sabre" — Transcendent Daoist, Gu Songzi, Gui Zangzi, and the naming rules were very similar, he might have thought that a brother from another world had arrived.
However, everyone's attention was quickly drawn to the young master of the Bai Clan. Even Xue Pan couldn't be bothered to argue with the Lu brothers and stared at him.
He was wearing a wide-sleeved robe that reached the ground. His jet-black hair contrasted with his snow-white skin and white robe. He was obviously a man, but he gave off an extremely breathtaking feeling.
His eyes were like two bright stars hanging in the dark night sky. They were full of moisture and elegance, peaceful and pleasing to the eye. Anyone who saw him would think that not only did he have a beautiful upbringing, but his personality was also as gentle as jade.
"What an elegant young master!" Many people had the same thought at the same time. Of course, there was no lack of filthy people who wanted to find a chance to find out more about him. He was so beautiful that even if he was a man, he would still take pictures of him. In this era, it was not strange for nobles to keep male pets.
The yellow-shirted girl glanced at Song Qingshu and couldn't help but tease, "Some people are not as good as you."
Even Xue Baochai nodded in agreement. Although Jia Baoyu was beautiful, she still lacked a hint of gentleness when compared to this person.
Song Qingshu, on the other hand, frowned. Others couldn't tell who this young master was, but how could he not?
Although the young master had deliberately changed his attire and even his appearance, Song Qingshu had consciously trained in this aspect ever since he was deceived by Ruan Xingzhu who impersonated Ren Yingying in Sichuan. With his current realm, he didn't need to rely on his eyes to judge people, but his aura. A person's appearance could be changed, but his inner force cultivation method and breathing method couldn't be changed. Of course, there weren't many people in the world who could determine a person's identity through these mysterious "auras".
This young master of the Bai Clan was the leader of the Heaven's Mandate Cult, Dan Yuru.
Dan Yuru was indeed a master of charm. Even though she had changed her appearance to become a man, she was still so charming. In comparison, Hua Jieyu from "White Hair of Beauties", who was also proficient in charm, was much weaker.
She must have come to participate in this competition because of the deal she made with Wang Baobao. Thinking of everything he had heard in Wang Baobao's club that day, Song Qingshu couldn't help but feel enlightened.
The result on the arena was not unexpected. Although Jinxuzi of the Diancang Sect had good swordsmanship, when Dan Yuru smiled at him secretly, he was scared out of his wits and lost 90% of his kung fu. He was almost defeated by her without any resistance.
After winning the competition, Dan Yuru glanced at Wang Baobao in the distance, and an inexplicable smile appeared on their lips.
Song Qingshu had roughly guessed their thoughts. After all, in the next round, Dan Yuru would fight against Xu Liewu. Now that Xu Liewu's leg was broken, how could he be a match for her?
But Xu Liewu should also know this situation, so why did he stay to participate in the competition?
The officials on the arena began to announce the list of the next competition: Galdan Khan against the leader of the Godly Fist School, Guo Sanquan.
"The Godly Fist School?" Song Qingshu frowned and thought hard, but he couldn't remember this school.
"Guo Sanquan, how old are you? Why are you still participating in the betrothal contest? Even the princess of Xixia is too young to be your daughter. Don't you feel ashamed?" Someone who knew his background started to scold him.
Guo Sanquan snorted coldly. "I'm alone now, and I don't have a wife. I completely meet the requirements of the betrothal contest."
"Tsk!" Boos rang out.
Xue Baochai explained for her companions around her. "Guo Sanquan's punches are extremely powerful, and he can kill a bull with one punch. A normal martial arts master can't even withstand three punches from him, so he gradually gained a nickname. No one knows his real name, but he practices external martial arts, not some top-tier martial arts."
While they were talking, the winner of the arena had already been decided. Galdan had fought for many years, and the martial arts he had tempered through blood and fire was naturally not something a martial arts master in the martial arts world could compare to.
Seeing that Guo Sanquan was hated by the crowd, Galdan attacked mercilessly and heavily injured him, earning him a lot of cheers.
The officials of the Class One Hall ordered people to carry the injured away for treatment while they announced the next opponent: Miyamoto Musashi of Japan against the young sect master of the Everlasting Fist School, Shi Ming.
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