Masquerade in Bridal Attire and Marry the Prince

127. Victory

Translator: asassin

“Fight me like a man!” After the two circled the ring for what must have been half an hour, Yang Zhen finally ran out of patience and growled. He could feel his internal energy pouring out of his body rapidly. However, the person on the opposite didn’t seem to be affected at all.

Du Chuxuan shook his head, looking at Yang Zhen like he was a fool, finally feeling a bit sympathetic, “You can’t even touch the corner of my robe, and you still think you can fight me? What idiotic nonsense. Do you expect me to stop and wait for you?”

When Yang Zhen spoke, his voice could only be heard by them two. But that wasn’t the case when Du Chuxuan spoke. He raised his voice so that everyone could hear him. The audience weren’t idiots and understood what was happening instantly. It turned out that Yang Zhen had flown into a rage out of humiliation for not being able to catch up with Du Chuxuan.

Many of the audience were outstanding youths who were in the same generation as Yang Zhen. The current situation got their guards up against Du Chuxuan, and lowered their respect for Yang Zhen. After all, it was a competitive relationship, and no one could truly worry much for the other.

Yang Zhen, knowing that he had become a laughingstock, became more furious and moved faster.

“If you can’t, go back and practice. You are going to hurt yourself by doing this. The game’s not worth the candle.” Du Chuxuan didn’t hold any grudges against Yang Zhen. If a talented young man like Yang Zhen was destroyed today, he felt it would be his fault, so he gave a kind reminder.

“There’s no need for you to fake good intentions here. I’ll kick you out of the ring, for sure.” After Yang Zhen said this, his entire aura changed. The people of Black Sand Sect sitting down the stage all turned anxious.

“My Lord, are we going to do anything about this?” An elder couldn’t help but stand up a little worriedly. Black Sand Sect was considered one with history. It had its own heritage.

Right now, Yang Zhen was using one of the sect’s secret methods – burning his essence blood in order to improve his abilities in a short period of time. However, this was achieved by expending his foundation. In other words, the longer he used it, the more detrimental it would be to his future development.

Seeing that a young man one had cultivated was about to be lost here, it was something that no one wanted. The Lord of Black Sand Sect also had a slight frown now. But there were rules that unless Yang Zhen himself conceded defeat, no one else was allowed to interfere.

“Yang Zhen! Get down here!” Gritting his teeth, the Lord of Black Sand Sect knew in the end leaving a hope behind was more important than maintaining dignity. He could only shout with a grim face, which made those of other sects snicker.

When Yang Zhen heard that voice, he froze, but he didn’t want to lose to this man. If he had been knocked down, he would have admitted that he was not as skilled. But this man was playing him like a rat. How could he not be annoyed?

“It’s nothing. I’ll make sure you’ll never be so arrogant again!” Yang Zhen didn’t even listen to his Lord. Immediately, the Double Moon Wheel came together in his hands, and the two wheels were merged into one under the effect of his internal force, only they went towards different directions at a high speed.

If Du Chuxuan was hit by the menacing wheels, he would be smashed to flesh and blood to say the least if he didn’t die.

A touch of displeasure crossed Du Chuxuan’s eyes. He had followed Jiu Dengdan to many places, after all. Naturally, he had seen the so-called Wulin.

In his understanding, Wulin was a place where people helped each other out when they saw injustice, and even more so, a place where whoever had the bigger fist had a say. He had seen such people who wanted to kill for their own desires, but he never liked them.

Jiu Dengdan was alarmed, knowing his own disciple, he understood that Du Chuxuan was enraged, but there was nothing he could do about it now. His compassionate gaze landed on Yang Zhen.

If Du Chuxuan was just Jiu Dengdan’s disciple, killing a disciple of an old sect would be a poke in the eye. But now he had indeed no one to fear.

As the wheels spinning faster and faster, heading towards Du Chuxuan at a speed that was hard for human beings to escape, Yuxing Tianrui’s fingers clasped on the stool tightly. His gaze was focused deadly on the stage. If the slightest harm was done to that person, he would surely turn the entire Wulin upside down!

Meanwhile, Ashina Yi was relaxed. Everything else aside, he was very confident in his sect brother’s flying skills which he wasn’t a match for, and which perhaps even their master-shifu couldn’t catch up with. The fact that Du Chuxuan hadn’t used the spear yet showed he was in control of the situation.

Du Chuxuan remained motionless as he watched the twin wheels approach. The corner of his lips suddenly raised in a wicked smirk. “Man, you are just using brute force, but you don’t understand the subtlety of your weapon. Even though you have a secret method, you are so narrow-minded that you can’t be trusted with an important task. I’m afraid you will never be able to improve after this.”

He was right and touched Yang Zhen’s sore spot.

Yang Zhen also knew that by using this method, he would never be able to ascend afterwards. He would end up an outcast of Black Sand Sect sooner or later. By that time, he would really exhaust his talent.

But he didn’t want to stop. If not for this person, given his ability, he would have been able to knock down all the participants of the remaining sects. By then, helping take the position of the chief of Wulin, he would be the biggest contributor to Black Sand Sect, and after the Lord of his sect passed away, he would be the one in that position.

But why? Why did this man who came from nowhere ruin everything for him!

Seeing the obsession in Yang Zhen’s eyes grow, Du Chuxuan shook his head. He took a deep breath, changed his footsteps, and made a sudden turn right when the pair of wheels were about to hit him, so the wheels didn’t even touch the corner of his clothes.

At the exact same time, his spear was at Yang Zhen’s neck. With a cold glint, it all happened in a mere flash. When the audience realized what had just happened, they saw that Du Chuxuan had easily taken care of Yang Zhen’s so-called killer blow while Yang Zhen was too exhausted to fight back.

The third prince’s eyes flashed. As he had expected, Luo Xuan was indeed a heroic young man, someone worthy of his friendship. With this in his mind, he stood up and was the first to applaud, “Luo Xuan wins!”