The Demon Prince

Outside the main hall, the martial arts arena has been cleared out.

The imperial guards stood in formation all around, and the blue stone platform, washed with water, gleamed coldly.

The original rules were simple: both sides used blunt weapons, could use their inner energy, and stopped when they reached a point where they were exhausted. The one who lost their fighting ability first or voluntarily surrendered lost.

As soon as the official from the Ministry of Rites finished reading, Park Jung-ryeol stepped forward and slung his scimitar over his shoulder.

"Stop when you've made your point?"

"Are the military officers of the Great Xia Dynasty only capable of playing such childish tricks?"

He looked at Li Shunhua and said provocatively:

"I want to sign a waiver of liability for life and death. Swords and bullets have no eyes; whoever dies is simply unlucky."

As soon as these words were spoken, chaos erupted in the women's section.

Qin Liangyue sat behind the curtain, her usually cold and beautiful face turning pale instantly.

She wanted to speak up to stop them, but the words caught in her throat.

Qin Zhenyue stood in front of the military officers' platform with his hands behind his back.

The old general wasn't wearing armor today, just a dark military robe, but when he stood there, the surrounding generals all subconsciously took a half step back.

Qin Zhenyue did not smile, nor did he try to persuade him.

He knew that Shunhua had to overcome this hurdle on her own.

Li Shunhua stepped out with her gun, her black and red battle robe fluttering in the wind.

She took the exemption document from the Ministry of Rites official, and with a stroke of her pen, wrote the three characters "Li Shunhua" neatly and without the slightest hesitation.

Qin Liangyue's throat tightened, and her eyes felt hot.

"This child."

She muttered a curse under her breath, her voice filled with heartache.

Park Jung-yeol walked onto the martial arts stage, drew his blunt-bladed scimitar, and twirled it in his hand.

The blade is thick and heavy, with a wide back. Even without sharpening, a single blow to the bone would be enough to keep someone bedridden for half a month.

He sneered:

"Don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Li Shunhua held the gun but didn't move.

Park Jung-yeol continued:

"With Xiao Junlin dead, the spirit of the Northern Border Army has also dissipated, and now they can only rely on women to keep things in order."

Laughter erupted from the Gou Li delegation in the audience.

Park Tae-hen sat in the delegation's table, holding a teacup, and did not stop them.

Jin Yueji sat behind the curtain. Compared to the two military officers who were about to draw their swords, she was more concerned about Xiao Xingyue.

Her gaze fell on Xiao Xingyue, icy cold. Xiao Junlin's youngest son, he deserves to die!

Park Jung-ryeol, aware of Lee Shun-hwa's weakness, continued to humiliate her:

"You are able to stand here because Qin Zhenyue paved the way for you, and Xiao Xingyue created momentum for you."

Do you really think you're qualified to be a military officer of the Great Xia Dynasty?

Li Shunhua remained unmoved.

She remembered what Xiao Xingyue had said to her during his training, which was much harsher than this.

At that moment, she wished she could nail Xiao Xingyue to the wall with a single shot.

Now I suddenly understand that those words were for this moment, so that I would not be led by the enemy or dragged down by humiliation!

Officials from the Ministry of Rites raised flags:

"The fighting begins."

As the flag fell, the bluestone beneath Park Jung-ryeol's feet trembled, and he burst forth.

The curved blade slashed horizontally, creating a whooshing sound.

Li Shunhua did not engage in a direct confrontation. Instead, he flicked his spear, the butt of which touched the ground, and he took a half-step back. The blade grazed the spear shaft, producing a metallic sound that was deafening.

Park Jung-yeol immediately pressed down with his second slash, heavy and ruthless, each strike aimed at a vital point.

Li Shunhua continued to move around, not blocking fatal moves, but only deflecting their force, while probing.

Someone in the banquet hall started laughing.

"Do the military officers of the Great Xia Dynasty only know how to hide?"

"Your Highness, please return to the palace to embroider."

"General Park, don't be too harsh. It wouldn't be good if you broke Da Xia's vase."

On the Great Xia side, someone angrily slammed their fist on the table:

"Shut up, do not interfere with the martial arts competition on stage."

Gou Liren immediately shrugged.

"This is how I, Gou Li, support the warriors."

"Please respect our Gou Li customs."

The officials of the Great Xia were so angry that their faces turned pale.

Xiao Xingyue laughed when he heard this. It's a custom, right? He knew that Gou Li had never had a competitive spirit. He didn't rush to retaliate, but he had already made a note of it.

On stage, Park Jung-yeol launched more than a dozen attacks, but Lee Shun-hua still did not take them head-on.

Park Jung-yeol finally became a little irritated:

Why aren't you angry?

Can't you understand human language?

Li Shunhua was suddenly struck by a thought. If it were Xiao Junlin, how should she answer? She thought of it and said:

"Then you'd better speak like a human!"

Her gun tip grazed the ground, a spark flashed, and Park Jung-yeol suddenly moved closer, his voice so low that only those on stage could hear it:

"It's good that Xiao Junlin died."

Li Shunhua's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Park Jung-yeol grinned:

"In the battle in the North, we were unable to cut off his head with our own hands."

But when his body returns to the capital, will you, the people of Great Xia, weep?

What's the use of crying? The heroes of Great Xia, in the end, are nothing but rotten bones.

Li Shunhua's blood surged, and her killing intent rushed from the tip of her spear to the tip of her gun! She was almost about to stab him out regardless of the consequences!

Xiao Xingyue heard it from below the stage.

Of course he heard it. After reaching the fifth rank in martial arts, the whispered insults on the stage could not escape his ears.

His fingers clenched so tightly that his knuckles cracked, but he still spoke, his voice low and soft:

"Li Shunhua".

The three words landed steadily in Li Shunhua's ears.

She forcefully suppressed the fire within her; she no longer aimed for Park Jung-yeol's throat, nor did she step into the trap he had set.

Instead, he turned his wrist, the spear's momentum sank, the Sacred Dragon Technique was activated, and golden true energy flashed across the spear shaft.

Bang! The gun barrel struck the curved knife, and Park Jung-yeol's wrist went numb. His expression changed; Lee Shun-hwa hadn't lost control!

Before she could even think, Li Shunhua fired her second shot. Instead of moving around, she used her momentum to launch a direct attack.

The first shot knocked Park Jung-yeol back half a step. The second shot deflected the path of his curved sword. The third shot struck Park Jung-yeol's shoulder armor with the butt of the spear, cracking the armor. The fourth shot forced Park Jung-yeol to retreat seven steps!

The generals' assembly of the Great Xia Dynasty erupted in cheers.

"Okay! Hold him down!"

The Eighth Princess's spear thrust truly possessed the imposing aura of the old Qin family general.

Qin Zhenyue's expression softened upon hearing this.

On the stage, Park Jung-yeol had been forced to the side of the martial arts arena.

He couldn't believe he would be overpowered by a woman from Daxia. He brandished his scimitar, shifted his stance sharply, and suddenly a pale white powder sprayed out from his sleeve.

It is extremely faint; it dissipates with the slightest breeze.

Gou Liren in the audience shouted at the same time:

"General Park, on the left, attack her lower body."

The Great Xia princess's eyes are playing tricks on her.

The sounds were chaotic and jarring.

At the same time, several small pebbles flew from the crowd toward the bronze bell beside the martial arts stage.

The bells jingled and jingled, their sounds disturbing the mind.

The officials of Great Xia were furious:

"What are you doing?"

Gou Liren immediately protested:

"Support, support, please respect Gou Li's customs."

Li Shunhua inhaled the powder, and her vision blurred briefly.

Park Jung-yeol's face showed a smug look. This medicine was colorless and odorless, took effect very quickly, and left no trace afterward.

Even if the Great Xia princess is very patient, once she takes this medicine, her hands will soon become weak and her eyes will blur.

He raised his knife, ready to smash Li Shunhua's arm, but the next moment, Li Shunhua looked up and her eyes were very clear.

Park Jung-yeol's heart skipped a beat. How could this be?

Li Shunhua swept his spear horizontally, the speed of which was so fast that all that could be heard was a loud bang.

Bang! Park Jung-yeol's wrist was struck, and the sound of bones cracking was so clear that the audience could hear it.

The scimitar flew out of his hand, and Park Jung-yeol screamed and knelt on one knee.

The entire audience erupted in uproar!