"You are actually in the Heavenly Martial Realm!" The Southern Crossing commander's face was gloomy: "You hid it really well!"
"I have never talked about my own realm. Everything I have said is just your self-righteous guesses based on your own cognition!" Prince Yu held a long sword in his hand and looked at the commander of Nandu with a faint gaze.
The Nandu commander looked grim: "Even if you are in the Heavenly Martial Realm, you can't be my opponent!"
whoosh!
The spear strikes again!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
The two figures were fighting fiercely, their swords and spears clashed, creating dazzling sparks.
"The spear has always been better than the sword. It will be difficult for Your Highness to win this battle!" The Duke of Zhenguo frowned and said worriedly.
Lou Qianxue said calmly: "At least I can't lose!"
And... even if she loses, she will come back in the next two games!
They were talking about...
clang!
A sharp and bright dark light flashed, and the sword in Prince Yu's hand was blown away.
at the same time!
Snap!
The spear in the hands of the general who crossed the river to the south was broken into two pieces!
"Huh..."
"Huh..."
The two of them were panting, their eyes were bloodshot, staring at each other: "Now, we are all out of weapons..."
"Then let's rely on close combat!"
The generals of Nandu State were delighted: "Prince Amaterasu has been bedridden for many years and has not been able to exercise. In a close combat, he will definitely not be able to defeat General Wen!"
However…
next moment!
Dengdengdeng!
Prince Yu's body was as fast as lightning. He stepped on the ground with both feet and rushed towards the commander of Nandu at a very fast speed. Every step he took caused the ground to tremble.
"..." The soldier from the south was about to cry: "This, this doesn't seem like he is not good at close combat..."
As I was saying...
boom!
Prince Yu and the Nandu commander collided with each other, making a loud noise. The strong airflow that burst out was like a strong wind passing through, sweeping up a layer of dust on the ground...
In an instant.
Sand and stones were flying everywhere.
Those with lower cultivation bases were shaken to the point that their internal organs were shaken, and they felt nauseous and wanted to vomit. They all retreated at a rapid speed.
"So strong!" Everyone was horrified: "Is this the power of the Heavenly Martial Realm?"
quite a while.
The smoke and dust dissipated.
Prince Yu and the commander of the Southern Crossing, covered in dust, each took five steps back, their faces pale and their lips bloodied...
It seemed as if they had all suffered a great loss.
"You can't beat me!" The commander of Nandu looked at Prince Yu viciously and said with gritted teeth.
As he spoke, bright red blood dripped from the corner of his lips.
"You can't beat me either." Prince Yu's eyes were bright. Today was the most enjoyable day of fighting for him since he was born.
The Nandu commander was silent for a moment, then put away his full momentum and said, "This game is a draw, how about that?"
"General!" The Nandu army cried out in disbelief, "Why don't you defeat that deposed crown prince?"
"It's a draw..."
Prince Yu reached out to wipe off the blood and nodded: "Okay, it's a draw."
"Huh..."
"Great! Your Highness didn't lose!"
"Your Highness actually fought against General Wen, the most famous general in the Nandu region and a master of the Tianwu realm, and ended up in a draw. How amazing! Long live His Highness!"
"Long live His Highness!" Amaterasu's army shouted loudly and excitedly.
Prince Yu's heart moved slightly, and a gentle smile appeared on his pale and handsome face.
"These are my people, my soldiers... It feels so good to be trusted and relied upon by them."
He turned around, pulled out the black gold meteorite that was stuck in the ground, and returned it to Lou Qianxue: "Your sword."
Lou Qianxue handed him a bottle of pills: "Take one pill a day, and your internal injuries will be healed in three days... Leave the rest to me!"
(End of this chapter)