"What's this thing?" Everyone was baffled by the sight of a black bead flying over. It looked like prayer beads, but what sort of hidden weapon was a prayer bead? Even if it was thrown to the ground, it shouldn't matter, right?
But Xu Liewu paled and hurriedly turned his wheelchair to the side, his posture unprecedentedly wretched.
While everyone was confused, the black bead had already fallen to the ground where he had been standing. With a loud bang, a flame exploded, and a black hole was blasted into the arena.
"Thunderfire Ball!" A few of the people present had participated in the Lion Slaughtering Assembly and finally recognized what kind of hidden weapon this was. The disciples of the Emei Sect had used this to kill quite a few experts of the jianghu.
Xu Liewu grimaced. It was one thing if others didn't recognize it, but how could he not recognize it? The Thunderfire Ball had been invented by the Arabs after gunpowder had been brought to the west. He often fought against the western kingdoms, so he naturally recognized it.
Thus, before anyone could react, he had hurriedly dodged.
"Your Highness is truly experienced and knowledgeable." Song Qingshu spoke of his admiration, but his hands did not hesitate. Several more black beads flew at Xu Liewu.
As Zhou Zhiruo's man, how could he not make full use of the things of the Emei Sect? He had long ago ordered his subordinates to make large-scale replicas of them. These kinds of hidden weapons were not suited to be used on the stage, but since Xu Liewu had used a gun first, he had no more misgivings. This way, he wouldn't even need to expose his martial arts. It was the best of both worlds.
As he saw several Thunderfire Balls flying at him, Xu Liewu knew that it was too late to move his wheelchair. He hastily clapped his hands together and leaped off his stool.
His martial arts had always been very high, and even though his legs were injured, he still had his internal energy. His leap was like the cry of a crane reaching the nine heavens, and his posture was rather elegant. The cheers from the crowd even drowned out the sound of his wheelchair being blown to pieces.
Xu Liewu knew that he could not go on like this, so he immediately took out his gun, wanting to shoot him dead before he could attack again. But in the next second, he was stunned, because more black pearls appeared in front of him.
Now that he was in midair, there was no way he could dodge the attack. The only thing he could do was to curl up into a ball and circulate his inner force while using his hands to block the vital parts of his body.
Bang, bang, bang ~
A series of explosions rang out. Although it was daytime, a series of dazzling fireworks could still be seen in the sky. Following that, a charred body fell powerlessly onto the stage. Its hair had long been burnt off, and its body was smoking. The air was filled with a faint smell of meat.
Roasted?
Everyone was dumbfounded. This was too tragic.
The Mongolian warriors under Xu Liewu's command had long since rushed onto the stage, all of them staring at Song Qingshu with bloodshot eyes. "Despicable scum, how dare you use hidden weapons to injure others!"
Xue Baochai also recovered from her shock and hurriedly went up to protect him.
Song Qingshu spread out his hands. "Everyone heard it just now. Your Highness said that using firearms is not against the rules, and I can use them as I please. He also made an agreement with me that if there are any injuries or deaths during the competition, the other side cannot pursue it. Are you going to go against your master's orders?"
"You!" Those people's expressions flickered. They naturally remembered Xu Liewu's words, but who would have thought that His Highness would lose? In the end, his words had dug a big hole for himself.
"The winner of the competition has already been decided. Moreover, both sides have made an agreement beforehand. Please do not break the rules." Duan Yanqing and the others received Yelu Nanxian's instructions, and they all went up onto the stage to prevent the two sides from actually fighting.
"Ah ~" At this time, Xu Liewu, who was lying on the ground, let out a weak groan. Seeing that he was still alive, his subordinates were overjoyed. How could they care about causing trouble for Song Qingshu? They hurriedly carried him away to find someone to treat him.
Song QingShu had long since noticed that Xuliewu was wearing a Golden Silk Armor. Even Wei Xiaobao was able to get his hands on one. With the wealth of Mongolia, they naturally did not lack such things. Xuliewu was also one of the most powerful princes in Mongolia, so he naturally had a lot of protective items on his body. That Thunderbolt Flame Ball was not enough to take his life, but it was unavoidable that his skin and flesh would be torn apart.
Even though Yelu Nanxian wanted to laugh in her heart, with her current status, she had no choice but to immediately stop the doctor from treating Xu Liewu's injuries. The crowd fell into chaos.
On the stage, Song Qingshu faintly sighed. "I already said not to force my hand. Once I make a move, I will either die or be seriously injured. Before, those people all withdrew from the competition. You all thought that I was lucky, but in fact, it was their luck."
"How shameless!" Seeing his expression, the same thought arose in the minds of all the spectators below the stage. However, this time was different from before. No one dared to curse out loud. After all, they had personally witnessed the power of the Thunderfire Ball. If they angered him, what would happen if he threw one at them?
Even Dugu Ming, who had cursed the most fiercely, felt extremely fortunate. Compared to Xu Liewu, being beaten until he sh * t didn't seem that big of a deal.
The first thing Song Qingshu did when he got off the stage was to find Xue Pan. "Did you place your bets just now?"
"Yes, I did. I made a killing." Xue Pan was also beaming. "In a moment, I will go to those gambling houses to collect the money."
Suddenly, a resentful voice came from the side. "Why do you have a Thunderfire Ball?"
Even though there were many people who did not get along with Jia Baoyu, they were all from the Southern Song Dynasty. Seeing him win the championship, they were mostly happy. Only the Lu brothers and Qiu Tongfu were not happy.
"You didn't ask me." Song Qingshu rolled his eyes at them. He had more or less guessed that they had colluded with the Mongols in secret.
At this moment, the Lu brothers wanted to cry but had no tears. Yesterday, they had patted their chests in front of Xu Liewu and said that Jia Baoyu was not capable and was nothing to be afraid of. In the end, after what happened today, the first thing Xu Liewu would do when he recovered would probably be to settle the score with them.
This time, they had gone through a lot of hardships to come to Xixia. In the end, they had finally made contact with the Mongols. But in the end, the Mongols had broken off just like that. Moreover, judging from the situation, the Mongols would not tolerate them in the future. It seemed like they had to find another way.
They did not know if it was too late to work hard to woo the Princess of Xixia. In any case, there was still a written examination after the martial examination. Who knew if the Princess of Xixia would prefer those who were talented and romantic. When it came to writing, who were the scholars of the Great Song Dynasty afraid of?
The official of the Class One Hall announced the end of the martial examination. The written examination would be held in the imperial palace the next day. Only those who made it into the group of the martial examination had the right to participate. Someone immediately asked what the written examination was about. Was it a test of poetry or the art of warp and weft?
The official of the Class One Hall answered, "The questions for the written examination were personally set by the Princess. We do not know the specifics, but in general, it is to test the true character of all the young masters. There is no need to make a last-minute effort."
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