978 Win Or Lose, It Is Decided (1/2)
The group was surprised by Guo Nuanyang's words, even as they quickly glanced away, feeling extremely awkward. No one spoke for some time, obviously still stunned by his choice. In spite of it, just like what Guo Nuanyang had said, there was indeed an inherent disadvantage in this seemingly fair contest for the placement of the Nine Supremes to him who was remarkably adept in the art of assassination.
Faced with this perplexing situation, Guo Nuanyang's spirit was not in the slightest bit dampened. Instead, he took the initiative to ask, ”Boss Yun, can the Residence of Nine Supremes set up a division that specializes in assassinations?”
Yun Yang replied, ”Well, this wasn't initially in the plan.”
”Then what should I do? I'm not exactly the best at a front-to-front battle…” Guo Nuanyang said, crestfallen.
”I really don't plan to build a division for assassinations, but the Residence of Nine Supremes in my mind owns an intelligence hall and an infernal region. No one across the whole Residence of Nine Supremes will fit the place of a leader for this hall more than you!”
Guo Nuanyang sprung up in delight. ”This is what I would love to do the most. I shall be the leader of the secrecy hall from now on – no one is allowed to snatch this away from me!”
The group was taken aback once more before they broke out in hearty laughter, the problematic atmosphere vanishing into thin air. Whoever contesting for the position against Guo Nuanyang would truly be a fool.
The next bout was Lan Ruojun versus Wu Menghuan.
Lan Ruojun was called the Yellow Gowned Sword of Frost while Wu Menghuan was called Violet Robed Golden Needles. After spectating the first three matches, Yun Yang was highly anticipating the fight between these two. He was curious to find out if their monikers matched their abilities and how skilled they actually were.
In spite of this, the crowd fell into silence once the battle began.
Lan Ruojun was clothed in yellow as usual and he wielded a sword of frost. It seemed like he was living up to his name. Yet, as the battle started, the sword of frost was tossed aside as a hidden weapon and what replaced the blade were long yellow needles, two rather thick long ones held within his grasp. His movements were furtive and unexpected as well.
On the contrary, Wu Menghuan was in a violet gown and ambushed his opponent with a storm of golden needles right from the start, fully reflecting his nickname, only to have a sword in his grip with a flip of his wrist after the shower of needles. The union between him and his sword was a surprise, the proficiency of his swordsmanship even seemed to parallel that of Shi Wuchen and Ren Qingkuang…
Yun Yang subconsciously covered his eyes. He could not bear to watch any longer.
Who exactly is using the sword and who's using needles?
What happened to the task of living up to your reputation?
You fellows will have to swap your clothes to actually match your monikers…
Ultimately, Wu Menghuan won by a slight stroke. Lan Ruojun scoffed and went away to wait for his next bout.
As of now, the four winners were Shi Wuchen, Wu Menghuan, Ren Qingkuang, and Tie Qingcang. Three out of the four were swordsmen.
It was time for the last pair to enter the ring – Vicious Physician, Ping Xiaoyi, and Star-Souled Saber Knight, Luo Dajiang.
Ping Xiaoyi was thin and small, like a monkey, while Luo Dajiang had a big build, burly and tall, almost like Dong Qitian. When the two of them entered the ring and stood against each other, it roused another bout of laughter.
Dong Qitian grinned. ”This is like a circus stunt in the market…”
The saber that Luo Dajiang carried with him was slightly taller than Ping Xiaoyi when it was just standing on the ground. Luo Dajiang looked helpless. ”Xiaoyi, just surrender. I can't bring myself to fight you.”
Ping Xiaoyi's eyes were squinted. ”That's your problem. I'm very much in the mood to fight you.”