Crowned by the Treacherous Big Shot

Chapter 837: Chapter 685: Ji Li’s Strength

Tan’er pointed at Ji Li, puzzled, and asked Meng Qianqian, "Sister, have Rooster and the Princess not reconciled yet? Did kneeling on the washboard go to waste?"

Ji Li’s body shook with indignation, "Who kneeled on a washboard? This Commander Guard would never do such a disgraceful thing!"

Princess Wanping frowned and looked at him, "You didn’t kneel?"

Ji Li froze, "I..."

Princess Wanping averted her gaze and looked at Ayimulan, "Let’s start, this Prince Consort, I’m done with him."

Ji Li: "..."

Mo Yi stepped onto the railing and leaped down, landing steadily in the ring.

It was thought that Ji Li would immediately jump onto the stage too, but unexpectedly, Ji Li first soared into the air, running swiftly along the railing like a celestial being from the sky, before gracefully landing.

Mo Yi asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

Ji Li snapped open his folding fan and said righteously, "Just striking a pose."

Mo Yi: "..."

Duan Mingyue laughed and pointed at the tea snacks on the table, "The Princess’s presence makes Weiyang Building shine, though it’s not like the Princess Mansion, just some rough tea and snacks. I hope Princess Wanping won’t mind."

Princess Wanping raised her teacup and sniffed it, speaking slowly, "Mister Duan is too modest. A thousand gold for an ounce, even my father the Emperor couldn’t drink such a top-grade Longjing, much more precious than the eighteen imperial teas, and you call it rough tea."

Duan Mingyue smiled, "It was something Little Five got by chance on his travels, I’m not well-versed in tea, pardon me Princess Wanping."

Princess Wanping could tell he wasn’t ignorant. His conversation was indeed remarkable, making one feel as if bathed in spring breeze, even someone as picky as her couldn’t dislike him.

"I heard you are Xun Yi?"

She asked.

Duan Mingyue glanced at Ji Li showing off on the stage and replied with a smile, "Indeed."

Princess Wanping asked directly, "Your adoptive father died at the hands of Lu Yuan and Meng Qianqian, don’t you want to avenge him?"

Duan Mingyue smiled, "There was no father-son affection between me and my adoptive father."

Princess Wanping snorted, unsure if she believed him.

Duan Wenliang stole a few glances at his fourth brother and Princess Wanping, not understanding their hidden meanings.

But he had a feeling that the Princess wasn’t very happy.

"Xun Wu."

He leaned closer to Xun Wu, asking with his eyes.

He referred to himself sometimes as Little Five, sometimes as Xun Wu, and occasionally as Fifth Brother. Xun Wu didn’t mind any of these.

He whispered, "The Princess is fine."

Duan Wenliang muttered, "Really? She looks quite angry."

Xun Wu, following Princess Wanping’s sidelong glance, looked towards Ji Li on the stage. "You don’t understand a woman’s mind."

Duan Wenliang: "..."

Ji Li and Mo Yi had already engaged in combat, exchanging several moves back and forth.

Mo Yi was aware of the Twelve Guards’ capabilities, having investigated them years ago.

Of all the Twelve Guards, Chen Long was the most formidable. If it were Chen Long dueling with him now, he might indeed find it challenging.

Others, he didn’t think much of.

Yet utterly unexpectedly, after several moves, he hadn’t even touched the corner of Ji Li’s robe.

Not because Ji Li’s Martial Arts were profound, but because...

Instead of fighting, the guy was just showing off, not using any real fight techniques.

He had never dealt with such a situation, so he couldn’t grasp the other’s martial arts style.

Every move of Ji Li fell in places he never anticipated.

They wouldn’t injure him, but it was really infuriating!

It’s like a punch landed on cotton.

He was serious about the duel, while the opponent only cared about showing off.

The damage was not great, but the insult was extreme.

"Do you want to fight me or not?"

He shouted sternly.

Ji Li struck a cool, flamboyant pose, "Hasn’t this Commander Guard been fighting you all along?"

Mo Yi said coldly, "If you have the skills, fight seriously!"

Ji Li mocked, "With casual fighting, you can’t even touch this Commander Guard. If I fight seriously, you’d probably miss even my shadow!"

Mo Yi gripped his Tang Blade, pointing at Ji Li, "The last one who provoked me like this, their grave is already covered in waist-high grass."

He slashed at Ji Li!

An apparently ordinary slash, but it’s infused with immensely terrifying Inner Strength and killing intent. The lanterns above the hall swung without wind and then couldn’t withstand the killing aura’s assault, sequentially bursting in explosions!

Lu Yuan and Chen Long simultaneously raised their hands to shield Meng Qianqian’s head.

Tan’er clasped her fists under her chin, eyes gleaming, "Such amazing Sword Technique!"

Duan Mingyue subtly glanced at Princess Wanping, noticing her leisurely savoring tea, seemingly unconcerned, yet her cup was already empty.

He smiled slightly, continuing to watch the fight.

"This guy is strong! Could he settle everything with one slash?"

Duan Wenliang found himself mentally shaken, even though the blade wasn’t aimed at him, surprisingly, he began feeling apprehensive.

Whoosh—

Mo Yi’s Tang Blade pierced through Ji Li’s sleeve.

Ji Li’s eyes sharpened, his aura immediately turning cold.

Mo Yi’s Sword Qi and killing intent, as if crushed under an invisible force, were frozen in place.

"This outfit is very, expensive!"

Ji Li snapped the folding fan closed with a pop, twisted, and wrenched Mo Yi’s arm, then delivered a Wind Dispersing Palm to Mo Yi’s chest, using Inch Force, violently sending Mo Yi flying away.

Mo Yi frowned deeply, unbelieving that his nearly full-strength slash was caught by the opponent.

Just as he was about to be flung off the ring, his back foot landed on the stage pillar, stabilizing his stance securely. He then flipped back in mid-air, like a dragon freely traversing, stabbing towards Ji Li once again.

Ji Li snapped open his folding fan, blocking his blade.

Then, another punch landed on his chest.

"Fighting is fighting, but ruining this Commander Guard’s clothes, makes this Commander Guard, angry!"

Ji Li’s fury came readily, his fists landing on Mo Yi as if they were free of charge.

Mo Yi tried to dodge but discovered that the opponent was faster than he had imagined.

As he was being beaten, he observed his foe’s flaws, hoping to find a critical one-shot opportunity.

Unfortunately, Ji Li’s fist techniques, much like his showoff skills, were completely irregular.

Mo Yi got annoyed.

What the hell kind of opponent is this?

"This Commander Guard earns only five copper coins a day, and a suit costs five hundred taels. Do you know how many divinations this Commander Guard has to perform to afford that?"

Ji Li got angrier as he spoke, the killing intent growing stronger.

Princess Wanping couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

After realizing she was out of character, she quickly reverted to her proud demeanor.

Yucheng Building frowned, "What’s Mo Yi doing? Fight back, will you?"

Ayimulan shifted her gaze from the two to the opposite side.

This time, however, she didn’t look at Emperor Liang, but at Meng Qianqian.

Feeling her eyes, Meng Qianqian also looked over at her.

Mo Yi, although formidable, couldn’t find any use for his Sword Technique.

For someone like Mo Yi, who cultivated a lifetime of Evil Skill, feeding him moves would only fuel his further strength.

Ji Li had seen through this early on.

So it seemed like he was attacking the person, but in reality, he was attacking the mind.

He aimed to debilitate Mo Yi.