Chapter Seventy-Three: The Martial Competition at the Banquet

  Yongyi Kingdom Imperial Palace.

  The King of Valor looked at the prepared successors of various nobles below and burst out laughing: "You are all the future of the Kingdom of Valor, to be honest, I am very satisfied with each and every one of you present here. If there weren't only one princess, I would have wanted each of you to marry one!"

  Chen Le lowered his head under the stage, staring at that unusual large knife. Fein, on the other hand, looked at King Yongyi with a face full of hatred, while having a thread of mercy in his heart.

  Yu Yong Wang seemed to want to show that his body was still as healthy as in the past, and he shouted loudly: "Everyone! Draw lots first, and go up in order!"

  Te Ming and a group of guards stood beside the arena, holding a box.

  Chen Le walked quietly to the side of De Ming and lined up. Soon it was Chen Le's turn, Chen Le looked up at De Ming, who smiled back. The lottery box was made of wood, and the sign was a pillar. Chen Le casually picked one, six!

  The King of Valor looked at the young people below who had drawn their lots and then shouted: "The martial competition begins! Number one, number two!" He then sat down in his own seat. Alan smiled and said to the king: "Your Majesty, these young people are all pillars." The King of Valor did not speak, but the smile on his face already explained everything.

  At first, two third-rate noble young men came up. One wielded a sword and the other wielded a knife.

  The sword bureau. Two people clasped their fists and then there were no extra movements.

  "Hsss!" The swordsman (anyway, he's just an extra, I'm too lazy to think of a name, so this will have to do. I'm a genius!) launched the first attack, and this move was the most ordinary thrust.

  The swordsman held his sword in front of himself and charged forward directly against the swordsman's sword.

  "Savage! Direct! Violent! I love it!" The face of the brave king showed an excited expression, he hadn't seen such a fierce duel in a long time.

  The back of the knife and the tip of the sword came into contact, and soon sparks were flying everywhere. The two men looked at each other, then seemed to retreat simultaneously as if they had agreed on it beforehand.

  It's clear that the two people's abilities are evenly matched.

  The swordsman laughed and said: "Brother on the opposite side, shall we go out for a drink after this is over? At the hotel above the Second Prince's shop!"

  "Alright! Let's settle this first!"

  The swordsman switched his sword to his left hand, then pointed the tip forward, with his right leg slightly bent and his left leg straight. He suddenly shouted: "Brother in front, be careful, this is my family's ultimate skill!"

  The sword in the left hand of the swordsman emitted a red glow, and the temperature of the surrounding air suddenly rose significantly.

  Aland saw this scene and said to King Yongyi, "Your Majesty, this swordsman should be from the Qinafei family. The Qinafei family's famous fire dance swordsmanship must have been mastered by this kid in three parts."

  King Yongyi asked in doubt: "Alan, how did you know that this swordsman has mastered three points?"

  "Your Majesty, look at the swordsman's right hand. If he had fully mastered the Fire Dance Sword Technique, his right hand should have a hint of red glow when performing it. This red glow is the hidden killing move of the Fire Dance Sword Technique. However, this swordsman not only doesn't have any red glow on his right hand, but also has a slightly deviated standard posture. Therefore, I can only say that he has mastered three-tenths of it."

  Yongyi Wang nodded and said: "Alan, how are you so familiar with Huo Wu Jian Fa?"

  Alan smiled and said, "I have a disciple who is from the Zinafei family, and he has mastered the Fire Dance Swordsmanship. Competitions in the military are routine for him, and he enjoys participating. Over time, I've come to know this."

  King Yongyi burst out laughing and said, "Alan, you are indeed my most trusted minister. If Duke Beijialun had half your ability, I could have sent you back already."

  "Your Majesty, Duke Bejelent has the ability, what he lacks now is time and experience. When he accumulates these, I think I can also be freed. It's said that the child of the Bejelent family is the third genius in the kingdom, it seems Your Majesty won't have to worry about not having anyone to assist your successor."

  Yu Yi Wang continued laughing and said: "Old buddy, I'll hurry up and let Bei Jia Lun take the road, try to let him replace your position as soon as possible."

  On the stage, the swordsman held his sword high above his own head and then shouted loudly: "Be careful!"

  A crimson sword aura burst out, and the surrounding air suddenly became a bit dry, the swordsman's forehead was sweating, he didn't know if he could take it.

  The swordsman let out a loud roar and his body grew larger. He held the knife in both hands, gathered strength, and then struck at the crimson sword energy with one swift slash.

  "Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" The fire and iron were mutually scorching, the people around could smell a wisp of iron water's breath.

  "Clang!" The sword broke, and the crimson sword energy knocked the knife guest to the ground with one blow. The knife guest panted heavily and said: "I admit defeat!"

  De Ming jumped onto the stage and shouted loudly: "XX wins! Guards, take down the knife guest. Now please invite number three to come on stage!"

  Number Three is a tall and handsome blond-haired guy with a majestic appearance.

  He held a long sword in his hand and jumped directly onto the stage with a loud thud.

  The swordsman swallowed hard and muttered painfully: "It's over, I've encountered this monster so soon!"

  "Is this the Third Prince? This kingdom's third day is really something! Alain's eyes gleamed with a hint of sharpness as he whispered to King Yongyi, "This kid is really not bad, at such a young age he already has fourth-level strength, and it seems that this kid should have mastered his father's Leigong Swordsmanship."

  "Hello, now I'd like to give you a heads up, you have three seconds to leave, starting countdown now!" An Lun said with a playful face, inserting his sword into the ground.

  The swordsman was unwilling to give up, although he knew clearly that he was a monster, but the swordsman wanted to make a desperate struggle.

  The swordsman raised his sword again and said: "Anlun! Who wins or loses is still unknown!"

  Allen's mouth corners rose slightly as he joked, "Oh, come on then."

  The swordsman struck his signature pose once again, Flame Dance Sword Style. An Lun leaned on the sword with both hands, looking at the swordsman with a playful gaze.

  "The Fire Dance Sword Technique!"

  The red sword energy flew very quickly, and in the blink of an eye it had pierced through An Lun.

  The swordsman couldn't believe it, but the sword energy had indeed passed through Anlun, and left a burning flame on the ground behind him.

  "The swordsman excitedly shouted: 'I won! I won!'"

  Suddenly, the swordsman felt someone patting him on the back and he turned around, almost getting scared to death.

  "Are you looking for me?" An Lun's smile was somewhat evil.

  Then with one kick, he kicked the swordsman out of the arena.

  An Lun saw the sword guest eating feces and laughed, saying: "I was told before that I'm pretending to be something I'm not. If you want to pretend to be a cow pen, you can't pretend to be a dead pen. You look like you can only pretend to be a dead pen."

  The swordsman looked at the mocking expressions of the people around him and fled like the wind from here.

  "Only he is my opponent, next one!"

  "Number Four!" De Ming bellowed.

  At this time a somewhat frail-looking young man poked his head out and said in a low voice: "Number Four forfeits."

  "Ahahahaha, Number Five!"

  "Number five abandons his rights!"

  De Ming helplessly said: "An Lun has been promoted. Please An Lun step down, No. 6! No. 7 come on stage!"

  An Lun directly jumped off the stage, he turned his head to look at the stage, playfully looking at his possible competitors.

  Some of the nobles around them walked over and said with a smile: "Young Master Anlun, it seems that you'll be able to escort the princess home tonight!"

  Anlun smiled and said: "I knew that monster would come today, now it's probably on the road. Only by defeating him can I take the princess back."

  "Yes, that kingdom's number one talent, the princess' strongest follower. It's said that back then, when he found out the princess was surrounded by beastmen at a checkpoint, he directly drew his sword and killed his way to the beastmen's checkpoint, then slaughtered all the beastmen inside, and finally rescued the princess. Now I don't know just how formidable this guy is."

  An Lun smiled and said: "No matter how powerful he is, I will defeat him tonight!"

  Suddenly, Anlun seemed to have discovered something terrifying, his legs began to tremble, and he dared not believe that what was in front of him was true.

  The people around Anlun found out about his abnormality and shouted: "Anlun! Anlun! What's wrong with you?"

  An Lún found someone who almost made him collapse, someone he couldn't resist. And that person was still staring at him with that terrifying smile.

  That person is standing on the stage looking at him.

  Arnold now wished he had sworn an oath, for if he had known the creature was coming tonight, he would have died rather than appear with it at the same time. He could never forget that bloody battlefield, nor the skulls running back and forth carrying those broken and battered beast corpses.

  He had already given this monster a name in his heart, Demon King!