Chapter 115: Yan Chuan’s Swordsmanship (1)

Chapter 34: Yan Chuan’s Swordsmanship

“My three southern provinces of Yan Kingdom, forty-two cities! Do you dare to bet?” Yan Chuan’s face turned stern.

“Three provinces? Forty-two cities?” Liu Gang gasped sharply.

That was equivalent to one-fifth of Yan Kingdom’s territory—staking the entire southern border!

Not only Liu Gang, but Crown Prince Yan Wudi behind him also changed expression. Previously, risking just six cities was already a great gamble; how could Yan Chuan do this?

“What’s the matter? Scared now?” Yan Chuan smiled.

“Ridiculous! It’s not that I’m scared, but can you really put up such a stake?” Liu Gang retorted.

“In Yan Kingdom, my word is the emperor’s word. Do you think I can’t?” Yan Chuan said gravely.

“You, you, you!” Liu Gang was momentarily speechless.

“Just forty-two cities. Ask your master if he dares to!” Yan Chuan teased.

“Master?” Liu Gang looked toward King Muye.

Forty-two cities—Liu Gang dared not decide alone anymore.

King Muye stared at Yan Chuan, fell silent for a moment, then suddenly laughed heartily. “Ha ha ha! Well done! Truly the son of Yan Tao, with the same bold spirit. Forty-two cities? Forty-two cities is nothing! In the northern frontier of great Zheng, we currently hold forty-two cities. Liu Gang, bet against him!”

“Yes, Your Majesty!” Liu Gang responded promptly.

In King Muye’s eyes, Liu Gang was at the tenth level of strength, Yan Chuan at the eighth, and Yan Chuan’s experience was surely less than Liu Gang’s. There was no way Liu Gang would lose this battle.

“Yan Chuan, if you want to lose the country, then come on! Ha ha ha!” Liu Gang steadied his mind and laughed.

Beside them, Yan Wudi’s face showed anxiety, but just as he was about to speak, he inexplicably held back, gazing at Yan Chuan with complicated eyes.

“Bet accepted, but I want to clarify—are you fighting me alone, or are you and King Muye teaming up against me?” Yan Chuan smiled.

“How dare you!” King Muye’s eyes flashed with anger.

“Hmph, my master will not interfere. It’s just me!” Liu Gang shouted.

“Very well, but my sword strikes are swift and uncontrollable. King Muye, watch carefully. If your precious disciple is in danger, you must come to his rescue!” Yan Chuan grinned.

“Arrogant!” King Muye spoke coldly.

“Yan Chuan, is your skill all talk? Show your sword!” Liu Gang challenged.

“I have no sword,” Yan Chuan replied calmly.

King Muye: “...!”

Liu Gang: “...!”

“Nephew, lend me your Purple-Blue Sword for a moment. If I defeat Liu Gang, I’ll return it!” Yan Chuan looked at Yan Wudi.

Yan Wudi’s expression was complicated as he looked at Yan Chuan oddly.

“Uncle, please!” Yan Wudi reluctantly handed over the Purple-Blue Sword.

Grasping the Purple-Blue Sword, Yan Chuan flicked his fingers lightly.

*Ding!*

“A spirit of purple iron? A fine sword. Even better—it suits the ‘Innate Sword Bone’ perfectly. It seems your new master is also a man who understands swords!” Yan Chuan praised.

“Huh?” Yan Wudi was surprised.

Yan Chuan swung the Purple-Blue Sword gently twice, then looked toward Liu Gang. “Come on, I strike very fast!”

“Hmph!” Liu Gang snorted coldly.

With that, Liu Gang flicked his finger.

*Buzz!*

The flying sword “Flowing Light” trembled lightly.

*Whoosh!*

A green streak shot toward Yan Chuan with incredible speed, as if trying to pierce him through with a single strike.

Everyone around fixated on the flying sword.

Yan Chuan’s eyes narrowed, and he suddenly thrust the Purple-Blue Sword forward.

*Ding!*

The two swords clashed fiercely, sparks flying.

The flying sword was knocked back and rebounded.