Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 813: Chapter 666: Crushing Loulan (Part 2)

Imperial Censor Wang: "I’m talking about your mother."

General Zhou: "...Brother Daniu, please show mercy."

Ayimulan said, "Ronghua, do not be disrespectful to Young Madam Lu."

"Yes."

The female envoy responded,

Ayimulan looked at Meng Qianqian.

An eternal and peaceful gaze, enigmatic and profound.

Meng Qianqian calmly spoke, "If the Princess Consort refuses to accept my challenge, how about we wager something, what do you say?"

"What does Young Madam Lu want?"

Ayimulan asked.

Meng Qianqian said, "Merchant’s Military Book, the first part."

Ayimulan raised her cold eyes and gazed deeply at Meng Qianqian.

Meng Qianqian’s gaze did not flinch in the least.

"I do not possess the Merchant’s Military Book."

Ayimulan said.

Meng Qianqian smiled gently, "In that case, Princess Consort may choose any wager."

Ayimulan said, "I have in my possession a dagger forged of black iron, one of the heirlooms of the Usun royal family. Will using it as a wager be satisfactory to Young Madam Lu?"

Meng Qianqian smiled and said, "Satisfactory, satisfactory."

Ayimulan asked, "And what is Young Madam Lu’s wager?"

Meng Qianqian pointed at Meng Lang, "Him."

Having just dodged another blow, Meng Lang’s robust body shuddered: "Really?! Are you two trying to trap me?!"

What kind of den of thieves did he get himself into?

One calls for killing, the other hands over the weapon!

Shouldn’t someone try to calm things down a bit?

Meng Qianqian picked up a teacup, and with an air of casual ease said, "Whether you win is up to you."

If Meng Lang intended to let Lu Yuan lose face, he could simply throw the match.

It would be a disgraceful defeat but wouldn’t harm the fundamentals.

But now, Meng Qianqian had made him the wager.

If he didn’t win, he would become a prisoner of Loulan.

This elder sister truly has a cruel heart!

Du Nu arrogantly said, "Boy, it seems like you’re really a coward. I don’t have the time to play with you!"

He sank his energy to the dantian, twisted his strong waist, and jumped high, punching towards Meng Lang’s head.

Everything happened too swiftly, and everyone felt a sudden gust of wind, making it almost impossible to keep their eyes open.

"Prepare to die—"

The iron fist fell heavily.

"Ah—"

Zhou Nanyan closed her eyes.

Zong Zhengxi turned his body to lift his arm, covering her eyes.

Yao Qingluan’s eyes tightened.

But it wasn’t due to Zong Zhengxi’s protection of Zhou Nanyan, rather this punch from Du Nu meant Meng Lang’s certain death.

The hall fell into silence.

At the same time, crack!

A horrifying sound of bone breaking echoed.

Everyone widened their eyes in disbelief at what followed.

Facing certain death, Meng Lang caught Du Nu’s iron fist with a backhand palm.

And the sound of breaking bone didn’t come from Meng Lang.

Du Nu looked incredulously at the youth before him.

The youth had shed his previous nonchalant demeanor, becoming serious and icy, an indescribable heroic spirit emerging from his youthful brows.

In just the blink of an eye, he was entirely different from before.

If he hadn’t witnessed it himself, Du Nu would never believe it to be true.

Meng Lang grabbed Du Nu’s fist, pulled down, and then raised his knee.

Du Nu was sent flying heavily, crashing into the very pillar Meng Lang had previously collided with.

The difference was, this time, the indestructible pillar showed winding cracks.

"This, this boy..."

General Zhou stammered in astonishment, "Such strong inner strength!"

Tan’er cupped her cheeks with her fists, wide-eyed and speechless: "The guy named Meng seems to know how to fight a bit."

Mo Yi furrowed his brows.

Yucheng Lou gently stroked his ancient zither, saying leisurely, "Great Zhou indeed hides talents, Du Nu underestimated him."

Du Nu had indeed underestimated him.

This fact, from when Meng Lang was still dodging, Mo Yi had sensed.

Though the youth appeared to be chased and beaten by Du Nu, he hadn’t truly suffered any critical injuries.

He skillfully made himself appear as the loser.

It’s rather Du Nu, through his repeated punches, that expended a great deal of energy.

Had Du Nu known earlier...

No, even if known Meng Lang was feigning weakness, Du Nu wouldn’t have held back to slowly fight.

Meng Lang provocatively beckoned Du Nu.

Du Nu looked at his own cracked hand, angrily rushing towards Meng Lang.

Watching this mountainous figure, surging with a tidal wave-like momentum, the civil and military officials clenched their fists with cold sweat for Meng Lang.

Boy, you’ve been suppressed and beaten for so long, barely winning a move, do you really need to provoke like this?

This is pure suicide, isn’t it?

Everyone dared not look further.

Du Nu clenched his fists, like meteor hammers, pounding heavily towards Meng Lang’s head.

Meng Lang did not move, standing firm as a mountain, calm and composed.

The civil and military officials were almost dying from anxiety.

One punch is bad enough for you, with both fists landing, your brains would explode, why are you standing still? Hurry and escape!