Chapter 830: Chapter 18: Fate! Peerless Under Heaven

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"This..."

Inside the luxurious box with excellent positioning and view, Wu Xue Ning, who had been muttering just moments ago, now had a pretty face that had turned rigid.

Wang Anan was a well-known young expert in the capital city.

Yet he was beaten by Wang Liyao like a grandson, running around the arena, holding his head, wailing in misery.

Several times, Wang Anan had tried to flee the field; surely if you can’t win, you can stop fighting, right? However, Wang Liyao intercepted him with a ghostly speed, using the sword scabbard to strike with waves of scabbard Qi, making him howl in agony.

Tragic, truly tragic!

"Ahem~" Wu Xue Ning shivered, blinking her big eyes at Wu Zhixing, "Zhixing, my dear grandson, that great Celestial Pride Liyao looks quite formidable. Seeing you drift around all day, I wonder if you’re even a worthy opponent for her?"

Wu Zhixing blew the foam off the spirit tea, took a sip, and said, "You haven’t even reached the Spirit Platform Realm, talking as if you really understand."

"Wu Zhixing!" Wu Xue Ning puffed her cheeks in anger, her eyes wide open, "I, as the Commandery Princess, am worried about you. As a great Celestial Pride of the Royal Family, you better not lose to a girl from the countryside."

"Whether I win or lose doesn’t matter." Wu Zhixing said nonchalantly, "It doesn’t affect my advancement to the Purple Mansion Realm."

Wu Xue Ning, trembling in fury, almost slammed the table: "How can it not matter? If you end up like Wang Anan, being pummeled by a woman, what about our Royal Family’s pride? What about the pride of our capital’s Top Ten Outstanding Youth? I’m so angry, if I were fifty, no, sixty years older! How could I tolerate Wang Liyao’s domineering in the capital?"

"Her sword is no ordinary one, and her foundation is not ordinary either." Seeing that this little granny was truly upset, Wu Zhixing helplessly explained, "She’s hiding something deep, not like an ordinary great Celestial Pride. Forget it, if she wants to take the first place, let her be~~ after all, she has the qualification."

"No way." Wu Xue Ning strongly opposed, "If you dare surrender so easily, I will... I will... report to Your Majesty! What’s so great about a powerful sword? Couldn’t our majestic Royal Family find a good sword? I’ll find you an even better one."

"That’s a top-grade treasure sword with an artifact spirit..." Wu Zhixing sighed, "It’s really formidable."

"I’ll still get you... what? A sword with an artifact spirit?" Wu Xue Ning’s eyes went wide open, "The kind that talks, a magical treasure?"

After a pause, she gritted her teeth and said: "Alright, just wait, I’ll ask His Majesty to get one for you. Anyway, I absolutely won’t let you lose to her."

She remembered that Successor Emperor Uncle seemed to have one; should she ask him to lend it? No, no, Wu Chengsi is so arrogant as a quasi-crown prince, probably won’t give her any face.

Forget it~ better ask Great Grandpa...

Is this alright?

Wu Zhixing rubbed his head, a helpless smile appearing on his lips.

I, Wu Zhixing, don’t want the trouble of competing, just want to cultivate quietly, why is it so difficult?

Not to mention the chatter in various private and open seats.

On the stage, Wang Anan, from initial cries and screams to begging for mercy, eventually simply curled up on the stage, holding his head, letting Wang Liyao hit him, without even a struggle.

That appearance was truly pitiable to the extreme.

Previously everyone thought that Chen Mu Ying losing in three breaths was the most miserable. Little did they know, one misery surpassed another, and Wang Anan was the truly unfortunate one.

An incense stick of time.

Wang Liyao fulfilled the promise with Prince Heng, hitting for a full stick of incense before stopping, coldly asking: "Wang Anan, are you my grandfather?"

The disheveled Wang Anan shuddered, covering his posterior as he stood up, not daring to even glance at Wang Liyao out of fear.

Upon hearing this, he quickly shook his head: "No, no, you are my grandaunt, I... I am your grandson. Earlier, I lost my head."

He also realized that although he was beaten miserably, she hadn’t used a killing blow; there weren’t any deadly or crippling injuries, just a bit of damage to a certain unspeakable area... 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

"Still not quickly rolling back to heal, waiting for me to send you?" Wang Liyao’s eyes were sharp, "Scram."

"Yes, yes, yes, grandson will scram right away." Wang Anan dared not provoke Wang Liyao again, quickly scurrying off the stage, supported by household generals and attendants to leave the White Cloud Tower.

Soon, the group was far away.

The household general, with a somewhat gloomy face, said: "Young Master, did we just suffer this loss for nothing? Shouldn’t we have the family elder take action and regain face..."

"Slap!"

Before the household general could finish, Wang Anan slapped him to the ground.

He angrily scolded: "You fool, trying to get me killed? Do you know her name is Wang Liyao, and she’s of the Li generation, an elder!"

The household general got up, looking pitiful and said: "Didn’t you say the family hasn’t confirmed this yet?"

"Slap!"

Wang Anan gave him another knock and laughed angrily: "Can you be any dumber? A great Celestial Pride, a true disciple of Celestial River Zhenren, would she lie about something like this?"

"Is it that she’s taking advantage of our Wang Family? It’s more like our Wang Family is basking in her glory~~ As this Young Master’s vision sees it, this is hardly fake."