615 Kneeling (1/2)

The kung fu competition had reached its most crucial moment, when Shen Yongjiu suddenly mentioned lord Wei Song, the Governor of the Western Regions. There were many reasons for him to do so. He might want to signal goodwill and hope for the Dragon King to show mercy, test the Dragon King's stance on behalf of King Shengri, or simply disturb his opponent and find an opportunity to win.

No matter his purpose, he didn't achieve any of them.

Although Shen Yongjiu's sabersmanship and bodily movement techniques were top-notch, he was not good enough to speak while fighting the Dragon King.

Like an over-exerted runner who couldn't suddenly stop, he wasn't able to halt until he was ten steps away from the Dragon King, his right hand gripping the sharp saber and his left hand covering his stomach. He looked down at the blood oozing from between his fingers in amazement because this was quite different from how he had imagined it would end.

”Good sabersmanship, Dragon King.” Shen Yongjiu actually showed a smile at this time, and even his tightened eyebrows stretched a little.

”Your saber technique is also not bad.”

”I'm far from that level.” Shen Yongjiu shook his head. He was no match even when the other side's internal energy was impaired, not to mention if it were in a normal state. ”I do not represent the real strength of the kung fu practitioners of the Central Plains, and neither do these people.”

More and more blood flowed from between his fingers but this kung fu master of the Kongdong Sect had spent the last part of his life defending the martial arts practitioners of the Central Plains.

”I understand.” Gu Shenwei was also from the Central Plains. He had heard many Jianghu legends from his father and his old servant Yang Zheng, and naturally believed that the real ability of the martial arts world of the Central Plains was more than this. But that was something irrelevant to the situation at hand.

Shen Yongjiu fixed his eyes on the Dragon King's face without blinking. Revealing his true identity had earned him a lethal cut, but he still wanted to know what position the Dragon King held. ”I wish for the Dragon King to promise me one thing,” he said.

”Go ahead.”

”Those two are my junior brother. If I fail, they will be killed by the king. Please save their lives.”

”I'll try my best.”

Shen Yongjiu had hoped to explain to the Dragon King the importance of saving his two junior brothers without arousing any suspicion but suddenly felt that it was unnecessary. So he took a deep breath and solemnly said, ”The Kongdong Sect will appreciate what the Dragon King has done.”

Everyone was puzzled by the conversation. Shen Yongjiu's request was quite improper and the Dragon King didn't have to agree to it. Old Man Mu especially could not understand Shen Yongjiu's last words, and wondered out loud, ”Is this fellow threatening the Dragon King?”

No one responded. Shen Yongjiu fell while still holding the boning saber in his hand.

King Shengri looked a bit better. He could afford a few more losses as long as the scene was fierce, and he would be very disappointed if the Dragon King was really defeated by a kung fu expert of the Central Plains.

Those two disciples of the Kongdong Sect nervously looked at the king. Their senior brother had lost and died but he had also performed well, so maybe the lord would be lenient and spare them. As for the fact that their senior brother had asked the Dragon King for help before his death, they wouldn't even mention it in front of the lord.

King Shengri seemed to have really forgotten about them. Looking at the Dragon King, he was wondering whether or not to send out a real expert in the next game.

The officer under King Shengri, however, didn't forget. He waved his hand, and immediately, twenty or so cavalry adjusted their positions and surrounded the targets, ready to shoot.

Other kung fu experts from the Central Plains moved back right away. Some of them had a long-standing friendship with the Kongdong Sect, so they retreated even further than the others.

”My lord… please allow us to fight for you.” This was the only excuse they could come up with, and though they would still die, it was still better than being shot to death.

King Shengri turned his head as if he had just seen the two and was amazed that they were still alive, ”Allow you to fight? Hmm, let me see… No.”

It was both a refusal and an order, and the cavalry let loose their arrows.

The disciples of the Kongdong Sect fought back. They might not be top-notch masters, but they weren't mediocre kung fu practitioners who could be killed by a dozen or so arrows either. And they had reacted faster. They had jumped up before King Shengri had even formed the word 'No' in his mouth.

The arrows fell on the ground but the targets were missing. This, however, wasn't what surprised the calvary the most. Just at the moment when they were stupefied, one of the two disciples of the Kongdong Sect fell to the ground. The whole process was not like an arrow shooting a man but more like a man crushing an arrow.

”You've got a lot of nerve, but your kung fu is terrible.” King Shengri coldly gave a judgment. The kung fu master of the Norland he had arranged to be next to him had finally come in handy when he killed the attacker in one shot with a speed no slower than the Dragon King.

The kung fu experts of the Central Plains had seen it more clearly than the Norland Cavalry and were all surprised, but not because of the behavior of the disciples of the Kongdong Sect, but rather because they finally realized that the Norland had some real hidden kung fu experts.

Another disciple of the Kongdong Sect had made a different choice: running towards the Dragon King.

King Shengri looked at the escaper's back with interest and didn't issue an order to shoot. He had also heard Shen Yongjiu's plea before his death and wanted to see if the Dragon King, who had readily agreed, would keep his promise or not.

”I'll try my best,” the answer given by the Dragon King was, of course, a vague one. It might even be merely a perfunctory reply.

The disciple of the Kongdong Sect didn't have much confidence either. He paused at a distance of seven or eight paces from the Dragon King and didn't know how to speak to the Dragon King.

Gu Shenwei looked over the help seeker and said to the officer opposite, ”I won and I'll let one of my men go.”

”Please appoint, Dragon King.” The officer's attitude seemed to grow a little more respectful every time the Dragon King killed a man.

Gu Shenwei turned to the disciple of the Kongdong Sect, ”What's your name?”

”Fan Yongda.”

Old Man Mu couldn't help interrupting, ”Why you are not called Yongliu or Yong Qi to follow your senior brother?”