Chapter 413: Wang Chong Steps Forward! (1/2)
Chapter 413: Wang Chong Steps Forward!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
”What are you up to?”
A questioning voice came from the side. It was Huang Qian-er, her eyes warily fixed on Wang Chong. She had been at Wang Chong's side this entire time, so she had heard loud and clear his conversation with Old Eagle.
”Haha, what I should be doing,” Wang Chong carefreely said from his horse. When he saw a few members of the Zhang Clan walking over, he hurriedly waved his hand to them.
”You're simply no match for him. You also saw that Imperial soldier. He had a much higher cultivation level than you, but he still died to that Ü-Tsang First Prince.”
Huang Qian-er was incredibly wary of Wang Chong's intentions. Her mission was to ensure Wang Chong's safety, not send him to death.
”You're not capable of dealing with that person!”
”You're underestimating me too much.”
Wang Chong grinned. As he began to leisurely take off his robe, he ordered those members of the Zhang Clan to open the boxes and pass over the upper body of Deep Sea Xuan Metal armor.
The Zhang Clan truly had put some effort into this armor. Wang Chong reached out to appraise the armor and immediately felt his hand sinking down. This armor was not simply its weight of one hundred jin.
In both its shape and tenacity, this armor appeared to be incredibly strong, giving off the aura of a miniature fortress.
Wang Chong raised the armor over his head with both hands and quickly donned it. His body felt abnormally comfortable, like a fish in water or a bird in the forest. The armor was extremely well-fitting.
”…Since I'm planning to step into the arena, I naturally have an idea of how to win, or else I wouldn't be doing this. And besides… if I don't step in, do you intend to go in my place?”
Wang Chong turned to look at Huang Qian-er, a faint smile on his face.
Huang Qian-er's mouth opened, ready to speak, but then she hesitated. There were so many people here, so many experts, but none of them were stepping forward. It wasn't like there was no reason for this.
It wasn't difficult to defeat the Ü-Tsang First Prince, but if one were to wound him or kill him, no one present would be able to assume the responsibility for the ensuing war.
Huang Qian-er was at Wang Chong's side to ensure the safety of the Huang Clan, not to kill a First Prince and bring another disaster on the Huang Clan.
”Haha, this is enough!”
With his indifferent smile, Wang Chong quickly took the helmet from a member of the Zhang Clan and placed it on his head.
Boom!
At this moment, a mountain-toppling explosion came from the center of the crowd. The originally silent practice ground grew restless once more.
”Let's go in and see!”
Wang Chong's expression shifted as he immediately urged his horse into the practice ground. By flashing the token he had, he smoothly squeezed his way in.
He looked around, and then with a swish, Wang Chong leapt into the air, jumping to the roof of a nearby building.
Here, Wang Chong could look down and clearly see what was going on in the center of the practice ground. Wang Chong's intuition had not been wrong. Someone finally became unable to suppress their rage and rode their horse into the practice ground.
”…Come! Foreign barbarians! I'll let you experience the power of the Central Plains!”
A furious voice resounded over the massive practice grounds. Wang Chong's gaze followed the thunderous gallop of hooves and saw a fully-armored young man, seemingly a scion from a great clan, carrying a large spear. He was one with his horse, leaving behind a trail of thick dust as he charged toward the Ü-Tsang First Prince.
This momentum seemed almost invincible, capable of sweeping away everything in its path!
But in the next moment, the crowd buzzed as an infuriating sight took place. As everyone stared, a figure shot forward.
The Ü-Tsang First Prince made no attempts to dodge or defend himself, heading straight for that youth's spear as if seeking his death.
”Bastard!”
The young scion was stunned. His goal had been to discipline this prince, not to kill him.
There was no time to think. He pulled on the reins to avert his horse's charge.
The warhorse neighed and its four legs almost simultaneously stiffened as it charged past. Snickt! A bloody light flashed, and before that young scion had managed to do anything, a cut had been made on his chest, blood spilling out from within.
”Despicable, shameless! He's doing it again!”
”Is there any skill in using such a contemptible move!”
”Do these Tibetan barbarians know nothing of rules?”
”He knows that we don't dare injure him! That bastard!”
”I didn't think that the grand First Prince of Ü-Tsang would be this sort of character!”
……
The crowd standing around the practice ground was about to explode from rage.
”Heheh, when two kingdoms fight, the weak become the food for the strong. That's how it is between kingdoms, so that's how it should be in martial arts competitions. What courtesy and etiquette? These rules of the Central Plains are simply laughable!
”It's not like I made you. You did it yourselves. If this is of your own doing, who else can you blame?”