Li Tianba frowned and pondered for a moment. He and Cheng Dali followed almost the same path. They were both born with supernatural powers and practiced martial arts.
The only difference is that his martial arts are honed from the fighting of thousands of troops. Compared with Cheng Dali, he is more decisive in killing. Maybe if the two of them fight, he will have a better chance of winning.
A little bit, but definitely not much. In front of Emperor Liao, naturally he would not dare to boast that Haikou was sure of victory.
Yuan Wenxuan squinted his eyes and drank tea calmly. Yang Wei, the warrior of the Yuan Kingdom, was very happy in his heart.
Xiling Ning frowned tightly. If Xiling Kingdom won and lost, it would be even, but if they could defeat Cheng Dali again and save their face, that would be great.
But among the warriors of the Xiling Kingdom, he couldn't think of anyone who could be sure of winning against Cheng Dali. Cheng Dali was obviously a tough nut to crack, and he might lose another game if he was not careful.
"In the third game, the warriors of the Northern Yan Kingdom will appear."
Princess Xiyue looked at Su Yin with a cold face, narrowed her eyes and said.
"Oh?" Yuan Wenxuan raised his eyebrows: "Then please invite the warriors of the Northern Yan Kingdom to take the stage."
"Mu Ying, when you go out, you must defeat the Yuan Kingdom warrior."
Princess Xiyue said to a young man who always stood behind her, with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes, not moving a muscle.
"Subordinates take orders."
When the young man heard this, he bowed, walked out of his seat, and walked to the school grounds without looking back.
As soon as this man walked out, he immediately attracted the attention of many people. The most surprising thing was that he had only one arm, and his sleeves were empty. He only had a left hand and a big knife on his back. He had a calm momentum and restrained edge.
Su Yin narrowed her eyes slightly. This person gave her the feeling of even threat. She started to pay attention to this person from the beginning, because he followed Princess Xiyue like a shadow from beginning to end, always keeping in touch with Princess Xiyue.
Very close distance.
Brothers Hua Shifeng and Hua Shihua always kept a certain distance from the princess as a sign of respect. Only this man would rarely leave within three feet of the princess.
Obviously, it is not because his status is higher than that of the Hua family brothers, but because he is responsible for protecting the safety of Princess Xiyue. He is a personal guard and is deeply trusted by the princess.
If the prediction is correct, this person should be the strongest among the warriors of the Northern Yan Kingdom.
Previously, Beiyan lost a match inexplicably and lost face in front of Su Yin. This time, they probably wanted to regain their reputation.
On the school grounds, the one-armed swordsman stood calmly in front of Cheng Dali, stretched out his hand to make a gesture of invitation, and did not speak. He was quite taciturn.
Cheng Dali frowned, and his previously arrogant expression calmed down slightly, as if he knew he had met a powerful enemy.
"Boy, you strike first."
Cheng Dali raised his eyebrows and said to the one-armed swordsman opposite him, not because he was being polite and humble, but because he wanted to test the other person's true feelings.
"Take the move."
The one-armed swordsman nodded slightly, took a few steady steps, and drew his sword in an instant, as fast as lightning.
The speed was so fast that the blade appeared above Cheng Dali's head in the blink of an eye, and he didn't even feel the strong wind blowing against him. The blade's light was actually faster than the wind.
Cheng Dali's pupils shrank, and he took three steps back in shock. He held the giant ax in his hand, trying to knock away the lightning-quick sword.
But the long sword seemed to come to life, changing its moves midway, causing a series of afterimages to appear.