Chapter Seventy-Five: The Dark Clouds on the Arena

  Yongyi Kingdom Imperial Palace.

  The stage seemed to have added a hint of gloom due to Chen Le, and those eager young nobles stopped in their tracks. The princess was indeed precious, but the price of life was far more valuable than the princess.

  De Ming saw that everyone behind him had given up and shook his head, shouting: "Since only three people are left, a cross comparison will be made to determine the first, second and third places."

  De Ming paused and looked at the audience below, who were all frowning and looking worried, and he couldn't help but feel a little scared.

  King Yongyi shook his head and said loudly, "How sad! Is this the future of our kingdom? The warriors of the kingdom can die in battle, but they must never surrender! Have you forgotten this national motto?"

  Those noble princes under the platform all lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at King Yongyi.

  King Yongyi let out a loud roar: "Now add one more round, the people below can challenge anyone on the stage! Whoever succeeds will replace that person's position. For those who succeed, if they don't have a title, they'll be granted one; if they already have a title, they'll be promoted!"

  The people below seemed to be stimulated by King Yongyi, or perhaps they were enraged by their own weakness. In an instant, three people jumped onto the stage.

  Anlun is now the most nervous person, he thinks it's necessary for him to lose on purpose.

  Duke Beijialun seemed to have sensed Anlun's thoughts, he let out a sigh and gently patted Anlun's shoulder, his eyes filled with paternal affection.

  "Ah, finally someone has come up! Which one of you three will go first? Who are you going to challenge?"

  A Lan seemed to like explaining this position, and he happily said to Emperor Yong Yi: "Your Majesty, these three people are known as the 'Three Tigers of Chu' in the military. They are the captains of the Northern Legion's First Strike Team."

  King Yongyi narrowed his eyes, as if he had remembered something: "The Chu family? Is that the family that escaped from the Tian Dynasty Empire three hundred years ago?"

  Alan said respectfully, "Yes, they are the families who escaped from the Tianchao Empire. After their ancestors escaped and settled in the north, the Chu family started to join the military a hundred years ago, and until now, three generations of them have joined the Northern Legion. Moreover, each generation has made different military achievements."

  Those three people have black pupils and black hair, with a height of around 1.8 meters. They each hold different weapons: a sword, a knife, and a gun.

  The one holding the sword said to De Ming: "We are going to challenge An Lun!"

  "There are three of you! This does not comply with the rules of the competition." De Ming shook his head.

  "No! I agree to challenge all three of them!" An Lun hastily walked out, seeing the hope for his own defeat.

  Te Ming was extremely puzzled and asked in a questioning tone: "An Lun, are you sure you want to challenge the three of them?"

  An Lun hastily nodded, De Ming was somewhat helpless, he said to the brave king on the stage: "Your Majesty, what should we do?"

  King Yongyi raised his hand and said, "As long as the opponent has no objection, I also have no objection. However, if you can hold on to the end, the princess can only marry one of the three of you. You'd better think carefully!"

  The three of them said in unison: "Yes, Your Majesty!"

  De Ming reluctantly walked to the center of the arena and then let out a loud shout: "The martial arts competition begins!"

  Three people formed a triangle, with the sword in front of the left, the knife in front of the right, and the spear in the middle. The one holding the sword said: "My name is Chunan." The one holding the knife said: "My name is Chulv!" The one holding the spear said: "My name is Chulumo!"

  Chen Le almost spat out the meat in his mouth when he heard their introduction. He hastily swallowed it down and began to observe the three people with black hair and eyes on the stage, who looked just like him.

  Fain looked at Chen Le with some fear, although he had long known about Chen Le's terror, but did not think that he himself was so terrifying. However, when he saw Chen Le's awkward expression just now, he also put his heart down, and it seemed that he could still control his own state.

  An Lian's left hand moved forward, his right hand grasping the sword vertically. Then his left foot took a light step forward. Chu Nan, Chu Lü and Chu Liu, the three of them started moving!

  Chu Nan started telling Chu Lü to run towards the left, while Chu Lü sprinted towards the right. Meanwhile, Chu Zhuo was in the middle, crouching with his long spear aimed at An Lun.

  "Starting with a finishing move? Triple Threat Stranglehold!" Alan exclaimed.

  An Luren wanted to lose, but didn't want to lose too miserably. A thread of lightning flashed on his body as he moved, darting around the encirclement of the three like a bolt of lightning.

  An Lun first flashed to Chu Lü's side, a normal sword-fighting style, the sword tip straight and brushing towards Chu Lü's back. Suddenly, with a "ding" sound, the sword was bounced off, and Chu Nan had appeared behind Chu Lü at some unknown time, successfully blocking An Lun's attack. Moreover, disaster struck twice, as Chu Liu also launched an attack, his long spear like a fierce tiger, straight and brushing towards An Lun's face.

  "Bang!" An Lun lost his balance due to being blocked earlier and was directly knocked flying out.

  An Luren's reputation as a genius wasn't for nothing, he inserted his sword into the stage while flying out and then stood on it using its elasticity.

  This is getting tricky. An Lun is now very depressed, originally wanted to perform well and then pretend that the old injury relapsed and retire from the scene, but it seems that his plan has been hindered.

  The three brothers of the Chu family stood in a triangle again, their formation unchanged, but that intangible deterrent force made An Lun somewhat unbearable.

  "What's going on here? Why can I casually attack one person and the other two people can make the best choice?" This is the most important thing for Anlun to consider right now.

  Chen Le seemed to have discovered something, muttering: "Damn it, isn't this the Three Talents Sword Formation? How does this world also have such a thing?"

  Chen Le is a homebody, but he still likes some things about martial arts. He even studied martial arts under an old man for a period of time, so it's not surprising that he knows the Three Talents Sword Array.

  "Just relying on a little force can't break through the Three Talents Sword Array, only by attacking all three at the same time is there a possibility of breaking the array."

  An Lun was apparently unable to hear Chen Le's muttering, but he now had his own solution.

  He inserted his sword into the ground and then his whole body flashed with a thread of lightning.

  Bang!

  In this vast starry sky, a bolt of lightning suddenly flashed!

  Duke Beijialun is now extremely delighted, he himself did not expect that his own child could use the fourth move of the Surprising Thunder Sword Technique, Lei Ji.

  At the gaps where An Lushan's sword was inserted into the ground, three flashes of lightning suddenly jumped up and rushed towards Chu Jia Sanhu.

  The three tigers of the Chu family were not idle in fame, they actually gathered together at this time, and a golden light burst out from their bodies.

  "Golden Bell Shield!" The three of them shouted loudly. The layer of golden light on their bodies surprisingly left their bodies, forming a golden wall around them, tightly wrapping the three of them inside.

  "Thunderstrike!" An Lun bellowed, and a layer of dark clouds suddenly appeared in the sky, like a barrel of explosives wildly throwing out thunderbolts that fiercely struck the seemingly thin golden light barrier.

  "Ah!!!!!" The four of them bellowed, as if using up all their bodily strength.

  "Bang!" The light wall was broken. The light wall was directly blasted out of a hole by the thunderbolt. Chu Jia San Hu was struck by lightning and fell to the ground with his whole body turning black.

  An Lun let out a loud roar and fell onto the stage himself.

  Suddenly two figures jumped onto the stage.

  One is Anlun's father, Duke Beijialun, and the other is the current head of the Chu family, Duke Chuwang of the kingdom.

  Chu Wang's face was filled with heartache as he looked at his somewhat darkened son. He first used his hand to check his breathing, and after finding that they were both alive, the muscles on his face relaxed. He made a fist at Duke Bai Jiaolong and said: "I am not as skilled as you, I have nothing to say! Your young master's skills are indeed a model for juniors."

  Duke Bai Jiaolong picked up An Lun and said: "Well, the three little ones in your family are not bad either. In the future, they will definitely be able to take over your career."

  The two of them walked away laughing and hugging their own children, leaving behind a helpless-looking De Ming.

  "Looking at the smiling Yu Yi Wang, De Ming said: 'The challenge session is over, An Lun wins! However, due to An Lun's loss of physical strength, he directly forfeits. Now, Master Arthur will battle against Gabriel! This will be tonight's final match and also the decisive battle for the kingdom's prince!"

  "Hooo!"