Chapter 1730: Zhao Fengchen Wins! (1/2)
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Editd by: Michyrr
Clang!
At Zhao Fengchen's dantian, a black and yellow halo once more erupted, rapidly spreading to all the Xuanwu Army soldiers. Duan Zhuyan could only watch in shock as streams of energy came surging in from all sides and gathered in Zhao Fengchen's body.
”Go!”
With the help of this immense strength, Zhao Fengchen's pale face suddenly returned to a healthy color, and his fingers exploded with force.
”Not good!”
Duan Zhuyan tried to escape, but it was too late!
Boom!
The awed spectators watched as Zhao Fengchen swung Duan Zhuyan around and then slammed him into the ground with such force that the earth momentarily trembled. At the same time, Zhao Fengchen borrowed the impact of this blow to maneuver himself onto the back of a nearby warhorse.
”!!!”
Shock!
Incomparable shock!
No one had expected such a major reversal at the very end, that Zhao Fengchen would actually win!
”This is impossible!”
The First Prince's eyes went wide as his body froze in shock. He had never imagined that Duan Zhuyan would still lose under such circumstances.
The First Prince's heart was ice-cold!
Bang!
But the spectating Imperial Army soldiers, nobles, and great clan members had an entirely different reaction. When they saw the final result, they erupted in mountain-shaking cheers. This had been a fantastic match, and in a solemn and dignified place like the Imperial Palace, an unscrupulous man like Duan Zhuyan could never be allowed to win.
Zhao Fengchen's victory had the backing of the crowd!
”Milord, we won! We won!”
Amidst the cheers, all the Xuanwu Army soldiers ecstatically gathered around Zhao Fengchen.
But just as Zhao Fengchen smiled and opened his mouth to say something, his vision went dark and he fell unconscious.
With all the Stellar Energy dispersed, Zhao Fengchen's ruddy complexion became even paler than before.
”Milord!”
”Milord!”
So sudden was this development that all the Xuanwu Army soldiers panicked and began to gather around him.
”Wang Chong, it's bad!”
Bai Siling's heart grew nervous as she called out in alarm. She grabbed at Wang Chong so that they could rush over together, but when she turned to look, she realized that Wang Chong was already gone. In truth, he had begun to move through the crowd the moment Zhao Fengchen vomited blood.
Zhao Fengchen's loss of consciousness threw the drilling ground into chaos, and countless Imperial Army soldiers, nobles, and great clan members rushed over. It was simply unimaginable that this sort of thing would happen on the Imperial Army's drilling ground.
”Bastard!”
In the distance, the First Prince's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. He viciously stared at the distant Duan Zhuyan, his eyes brimming with a desire to kill.
”Useless thing! What are you still standing over there for!? Get him over here right now!”
Meanwhile, Wang Chong appeared next to the fallen Zhao Fengchen.
Ten-some Xuanwu Army soldiers and that niece of the Zhao Clan called Zhao Miqiu were at his side, indignant expressions on their faces. The girl was particularly agitated, constantly calling out 'Third Uncle' while tears streaked down her face. But none of them could do anything about Zhao Fengchen's current situation.
”Stand aside! Let me!”
Wang Chong parted the crowd and squatted next to Zhao Fengchen.