Pampered by the Toughest Man After Divorce
Chapter 827: Let’s have a fight

Chapter 827: Chapter 827: Let’s have a fight

"I already said that regardless of whether I win or not, he won’t be able to make any big moves for a while. It’s now deep autumn, many plants on the grassland have withered, and they’re resting and recuperating inside. They don’t have the means to prepare so much food and fodder."

"Alright then, since you’ve accepted the challenge, we’ll support you!" Lu Jianxi declared.

Li Ze also expressed his support, and immediately went to make arrangements.

...

The agreed upon time quickly arrived.

On that day, two hundred li from the city gates, on the desolate plains, the two armies were arrayed in order, a truly magnificent sight.

Even though it was a duel between two commanders, neither side could afford to bring too few troops, in case the other had tricks up their sleeve.

At the forefront of the Dajin army, Nangong Ye was dressed in black armor with a bright red cloak draped over his shoulders, donning a peeper, mounted on a tall black steed, his aura imposing and his gaze resolute.

On the barbarians’ side, the second prince rode forth on his horse at a leisurely pace.

He wore barbarian garments, his helmet covering only half of his head, with his hair tied into numerous braids. In contrast to Nangong Ye’s resolute demeanor, the second prince exuded an aura of malevolence, swinging casually atop his horse, his eyes frivolous and his lips curled in a mocking smirk.

Once the second prince reached a safe distance, he spoke, "Yo, this must be General Nangong Ye, right? Quite the spirited young man, a truly fine figure of a man. Dajin has been waging war with us for three years and finally sent out someone worth looking at. Why didn’t you show up sooner? Were you being hidden away, saved for the winter?"

As soon as the second prince finished speaking, the soldiers behind him burst into raucous laughter.

But Nangong Ye simply raised his hand, signaling for the opposing side to quiet down, and spoke indifferently, "It doesn’t matter when I came, as long as I drive you all out of Dajin, right?"

It was Dajin’s turn to cheer, especially Lu Jianxi. As soon as Nangong Ye finished speaking, she stirred up the crowd behind her, "Well said, General Nangong!"

The second prince squinted at Lu Jianxi behind Nangong Ye, and taunted, "Is Dajin so devoid of men that even women are sent to fight? What use are all you men then?"

Laughter erupted again from those behind him.

Yet Lu Jianxi wasn’t angry. She just shouted back, "If you can’t even defeat a woman, what use are you men? Might as well castrate yourselves and become women."

Thus, it was Dajin’s turn to cheer again.

"Yo, young lady, your mouth is quite fierce," the second prince continued smiling, "Little lady, how about you come out and we have a go first?"

Lu Jianxi swung the sword in her hand, "Afraid you aren’t."

"By ’have a go,’ I don’t mean fighting, I mean stripping naked and then having a go. What do you say? Are you willing?"

Having fought for many years, Lu Jianxi had heard plenty of such vulgar remarks before. Although she had never experienced that sort of thing, she was no innocent. Therefore, she sneered coldly, "So that’s what the second prince is after. Such a thing as yourself, this general really doesn’t fancy you!"

"Yo, so you’re worried that this prince won’t satisfy you, eh? Come on, let’s have a go!" After the second prince finished speaking, he spurred his horse forward. Lu Jianxi was about to step up to fight, but Nangong Ye stopped her, "I’ll go!"

Warmth flooded Lu Jianxi’s heart, and without being reckless, she let Nangong Ye charge forth.

Nangong Ye and the second prince crossed blades, each testing the other’s skill.

Nangong Ye had endured the most brutal training of this era, having delved into various martial arts, while the second prince...

At the moment they crossed swords, a thought flashed through Nangong Ye’s mind:

His martial arts moves closely resembled those used by Nan Feng. His inner power may not be profound, but his attacks were swift, with a strong focus on his target, each strike aimed at fatal points.