Free Web NovelChapter 1217: Chapter 404: He is Like the Proud Sun (Extra for 16,500 monthly votes)
Jiang Wang deeply understood from the beginning of his swordsmanship training, "A sword has two edges, it can injure others as well as oneself."
During battle, one must also exercise restraint.
In pursuit of victory, never forget self-discipline.
That’s how he interpreted this saying.
But this was still the first time he felt so profoundly what "injuring oneself" meant.
Yan Shaofei’s sword was too heavy.
Too sorrowful.
This was the swordsmanship of a heartbroken man.
Worldly matters, heartbreak is inevitable.
Therefore, from the sword of heartbreak, no one can escape.
After this battle, the prowess of the Godly Sword Technique would certainly become well-known throughout the world.
Great Commander of the Valiant Cavalry Xiahou Lie personally ascended the platform and carried Zhongshan Wei Sun away.
Although they lost the battle, and to Wei Country, which is not an Overlord Country, making it somewhat embarrassing for the People of Jing Kingdom, when it comes to victory and defeat in battle, the People of Jing Kingdom see it most clearly.
Victory and loss are the common affairs of Soldier Home.
Besides, the person lying on the platform is the direct grandson of Zhongshan Yanwen, even His Majesty the Army Leader couldn’t possibly ignore that.
Xiahou Lie, of course, had to show some concern.
Before the battle began, he was glaring daggers at General Wu of Wei Country; now that the battle had ended, he wouldn’t do anything else.
After all, a single victory or defeat at the Yellow River Gathering wouldn’t shake Jingguo’s status.
The Overlord Country has its own bearing.
After personally tending to Zhongshan Wei Sun’s injuries, he handed him over to the Medical Practitioner accompanying the team and then took his seat back in the stands.
"What a disgrace," he muttered.
Murong Longque said indifferently: "During the battle, Wei Sun was not afraid to die, but that man from Wei Country seemed to be seeking death. That is the reason for losing this match."
Xiahou Lie sighed inwardly, the fight’s already over, what’s the point of analyzing it?
Beside him, Yellow Sheri began thumping her chest, "Great Commander, rest assured, I will help you save face tomorrow!"
Xiahou Lie still wore an expressionless face. He was inclined to remind Yellow Sheri, "You are a lady," but then thought it would probably have no effect.
Who was it that said Yellow Sheri didn’t behave like a lady and was being disgraceful?
The grass on their graves must be three feet high by now...
That rascal Huang Fu had already led Qi’s troops in a charge without waiting till the next day.
"What is this about being or not being a lady, a lad or not a lad? My family’s Sheri can behave however she wishes." This was a statement that everyone in Jingguo clearly remembered.
Forget it, he was tired.
Xiahou Lie closed his eyes. Out of sight, out of mind.
After Zhongshan Wei Sun was carried away, Yan Shaofei left the Arena, and the second match among the top four combatants was about to begin immediately.
Dou Zhao and Zhongxuan Zun, sitting cross-legged on either side of the Arena, opened their eyes simultaneously.
Yu Xi waved his hand grandly, and the Arena was restored to its original state, with bloodstains, sword marks, fist imprints... all disappearing.
Then he announced, "Zhongxuan Zun of Qi Country will face Dou Zhao of Chuguo!"
Dou Zhao’s martial garb was red with golden trim.
Though simple in style, the "golden trim" was intricately patterned, upholding Chuguo’s traditional opulence.
Standing on the Arena with the Tianxiao Sword in hand, his entire being appeared dignified and brilliant.
Almost like a Heavenly God.
Zhongxuan Zun, in his white attire whiter than snow, held a very casual stance. His collar was not fastened properly, slightly revealing a jade bowl-like collarbone, along with the deep crevices of his muscles. His hands empty, rare was such a moment of serious expression.
Radiating exceptional gracefulness.
Everyone held their breath with rapt attention, unwilling to miss this battle.
Even in the hearts of the majority, this was the battle that would determine the champion.
Zhongshan Wei Sun and Yan Shaofei’s performances cannot be termed as poor, and could even be said to be extremely strong.
Leaving aside everything else, just the Dragon Sparrow Slaying and the Lifting of the Lotus Sword technique alone, in many bouts, would be sufficient to decide the outcome.
But their performances ultimately did not match the dominant strength of Zhongxuan Zun and Dou Zhao.
Gan Changan and Na Liang both displayed top-notch talent, but both Dou Zhao and Zhongxuan Zun had crushing victories.
The levels of the strong are verified by their opponents.
Wasn’t it true that Jiang Wang, before he even began cultivating his energy, singlehandedly killed several bandits of Maple Forest City’s West Mountain back and forth? Could those achievements truly qualify as belonging to a prodigy?
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Only when prodigies clash can they truly reveal their brilliance.
People long for more, yearning for more formidable prodigies, anticipating more spectacular performances.
Whether it is Dou Zhao or Zhongxuan Zun, it seems there is still a lot of reserve left to satisfy endless anticipations—endless is of course impossible, but their strength gives rise to such imaginative possibilities.
How much stronger can they be?
At the level of the External Building Environment, how much stronger can one become?
Everyone is eagerly waiting.
As the two pinnacle prodigies stood ready, silence fell instantaneously.
Everything became very quiet.
So quiet it felt as if only the heartbeat could be heard.
Thump-thump, thump-thump.
Time was moving too slowly.
When the voice of Yu Xi rang out, when the barrier separating the two combatants above the platform disappeared.
Wang Yiwu almost felt an illusion as if time had stood still.
He too had been looking forward to an event like the Gathering of Prodigious Heroes from Various Countries.
His heart was filled with longing.
He had been undefeated in the military, striving for first in every realm, and even left behind a monument as the foremost in the Tongtian Environment; how could he not long for being the true unmatched champion?
But military laws are as immovable as mountains.
A three-year sentence in the death row camp had snatched away his chance to compete in the Yellow River Gathering.
He blamed no one.
Nor did he blame himself.
He chose, he bore the responsibility, that was all.
Even towards Jiang Wang, he held no resentment.
He had only the desire to win.
But now he could not compete.
Fortunately, Zhongxuan Zun was competing.
Watching Zhongxuan Zun in his fluttering white attire, he felt an illusion as if he himself were standing on the platform.
