The cruel little princess

Chapter 200: Martial Arts Test Round 3! Shen Zijin vs. Hu Sheng!

"Let's do as the emperor says!" Princess Fukang pouted reluctantly.

"Come here! Call the imperial physician to see them both!" the emperor ordered.

Zhao Qingyun covered his arm and slowly stood up. His body was trembling slightly, but his eyes revealed a hint of relief.

Before leaving, he even glanced subtly in the direction of Princess Jin, Shen Youyou. After seeing His Royal Highness Prince Jin nod slightly, Zhao Qingyun withdrew. Sometimes, communication between intelligent people doesn't necessarily require words; a glance is enough!

Zhao Qingyun knew that his salary and career weren't important. What was important was that he was sending a message to the Qinglong Nation: If you want to touch someone you shouldn't, be prepared to die! Zhu Chang's broken arm was just the beginning! If the Qinglong Nation dared to play tricks again in the upcoming competition, they would probably have a scar the size of a bowl on their neck!

"Your Majesty! Princess Fukang! Although this martial arts test is a best-of-three, our Golden Dragon Nation won the first two rounds. Do we still want to continue the third round?" The Minister of Rites tried his best to suppress his smug expression. He asked in a serious tone.

"It's just a joke between children. I'm old now! I just want to watch the fun! It depends on the opinions of Princess Fukang and my dear ministers!" The emperor sat on the high platform. He was very pleased because these two competitions had earned him back his face!

"Compete! The competition continues!" Princess Fukang said gritting her teeth.

"Let's continue the competition! Are you still afraid of them?" With the emperor's instruction, the ministers below echoed one after another. Among them, Shen Zijin shouted the loudest!

Anyway, they have already won the previous two games. No matter whether they win or lose the third game, it is destined that their Jinlong Kingdom will win the martial arts test!

Shen Zijin jumped out with a somersault and said, "I haven't fought for a few days since I came back from the border! I beg you to allow me to move my hands and feet!" Shen Zijin pinched his slender and powerful fingers with his hands, and the pinching made a "snapping" sound!

In fact, winning or losing is no longer important at this moment. The main thing is to find someone to vent his anger on! Beat him up openly and avenge his sister!

The dignified Qinglong Nation actually resorted to such low-brow tactics. It's shameful! Let's see how your Grandpa Shen teaches you a lesson! Can you respect your aunt from now on? Grandpa beat you to a pulp at the border before, and now in the capital, he'll beat you to tears just as much!

Seeing that Shen Zijin didn't even have to set a trap for Hu Sheng to provoke him, he couldn't wait to jump out and ask for a fight. Princess Fukang winked at Hu Sheng, indicating that he could go on stage.

Hu Sheng and Shen Zijin had clashed frequently at the border. And with Shen Youyou nearly getting hurt just now, Shen Zijin was even more apprehensive about seeing Hu Sheng, and his eyes were filled with jealousy.

Shen Zijin, he was a legendary figure in the Jinlong Kingdom. Who in the capital didn't know the name of the only son of the general who defended the country?! He was a man of integrity, with no concubines in his family. He even had a younger sister, the Princess of Jin! He was considered a perfect son-in-law by many of the noble ladies of the capital!

Shen Zijin stood tall and straight, like a proud pine tree. His white robe fluttered in the wind, and at his waist hung a sword that gleamed with a cold light. His eyes were deep and firm, revealing a fearless courage and determination.

He'd received that sword from His Royal Highness Prince Jin! Remember last year, when he was chased by the enemy and stabbed in the back, he fled to Willow Village and lost his sword in the mountains? Later, when His Royal Highness Prince Jin heard about it, he opened his private vault and gifted him a famous sword—the Yuchang Sword! It could cut hair and slash iron like mud! It was truly powerful!

Moreover, the Yuchang Sword has been tempered by countless battles, and its blade exudes a mysterious glow. Shen Zijin has practiced martial arts since childhood, and his swordsmanship is superb, known for its speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness.

His sword moves are agile and varied, sometimes like a torrential downpour, difficult to resist; sometimes like a gurgling stream, continuous and uninterrupted. In the Golden Dragon Kingdom, he is an idol in the hearts of countless young people and a symbol of courage and wisdom.

Hu Sheng was the son of General Hu Ben of the Qinglong Kingdom. A towering figure with a broad back and broad waist, he wore a black tunic and a silver jade crown, imposing a majestic presence. He wielded a broad and heavy sword, its blade gleaming with a cold gleam in the sunlight. Hu Sheng was bold and courageous, charging into battle without a flicker of fear. His swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, a single strike seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rock. His strength was astonishing, and every swing of his sword produced a terrifying whirring sound. In the hearts of the people of Qinglong Kingdom, he was a hero, a steely Great Wall protecting the nation.

Today, the three kingdoms gathered together. Shen Zijin and Hu Sheng's eyes met, and a powerful spark instantly ignited. The surrounding ministers held their breath, nervously watching the impending confrontation. They knew this would be a battle that would determine the fate of both nations.

Shen Zijin slowly drew the sword from his waist, its blade gleaming with a cold light, as if expressing its desire. He narrowed his eyes slightly, a hint of coldness in his gaze. "Young General Hu Sheng, today's battle must determine the outcome." His voice was steady and powerful, echoing throughout the hall.

Hu Sheng laughed heartily, swung his broadsword with a loud clang. "Shen Zijin, today I'll show you the swordsmanship of our Qinglong Nation!" His eyes were filled with confidence and dominance.

The battle was imminent. Shen Zijin launched the attack first, his figure flashing like lightning as he rushed towards Hu Sheng. The sword in his hand traced a beautiful arc in the air, piercing Hu Sheng's chest. Hu Sheng calmly raised his broadsword and blocked it with all his might. There was a loud "clang" as the swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere. The strength of both men was so great that the collision caused them to retreat several steps.

Shen Zijin steadied himself, a flicker of surprise in his eyes. He hadn't expected Hu Sheng to be so powerful that he could actually block his full-strength attack.

However, he didn't flinch at all; instead, his fighting spirit was fueled. He brandished his sword once more, attacking Hu Sheng with flowing strokes. Hu Sheng, unwilling to be outdone, brandished his broadsword and engaged Shen Zijin in a fierce exchange of blows.

Inside the hall, swords flashed and clashed. Shen Zijin's sword moves were flexible and varied, sometimes stabbing at Hu Sheng's vital points, sometimes feinting, leaving Hu Sheng unable to defend himself.

Hu Sheng's swordsmanship was fierce and domineering, and each strike carried such powerful force that Shen Zijin dared not take it head-on. The battle between the two was fierce and exciting, leaving the surrounding ministers stunned.

As the fight progressed, Shen Zijin gradually figured out Hu Sheng's swordsmanship. He began to look for Hu Sheng's flaws, ready to give him a fatal blow.

Hu Sheng also sensed Shen Zijin's intentions, and he became even more cautious, not daring to be careless. The battle between the two entered a white-hot stage.

On the battlefield, they focused on teamwork, with soldiers cooperating with each other! But here, they were fighting individually, relying entirely on their own abilities, without any defensive tactics or anything like that!

At this moment, Shen Zijin suddenly used a move called "Flying Fairy from the Sky". He jumped high, and the sword in his hand drew a beautiful arc in the hall, and then stabbed at Hu Sheng at an extremely fast speed.

This move was extremely fast, making it difficult to dodge. Seeing this, Hu Sheng hurriedly raised his sword, trying to block the attack. However, Shen Zijin's sword move was too fast. Before he could raise his sword, Shen Zijin's sword had already stabbed in front of him.

At the critical moment, Hu Sheng dodged to the side and barely avoided the fatal blow. However, Shen Zijin's sword still cut a gash on his shoulder, and blood immediately gushed out.

Hu Sheng gritted his teeth, endured the pain, and swung his sword towards Shen Zijin. Shen Zijin quickly retreated and avoided Hu Sheng's attack.

Hu Sheng's wounds continued to bleed, but his eyes were still filled with fighting spirit. He knew this battle could not be lost; he would fight for the honor of the Qinglong Nation. He raised his sword again and rushed towards Shen Zijin. Shen Zijin was also fearless and rushed forward, brandishing his sword.

And Shen Zijin was even less likely to admit defeat! In the second match, he had seen Zhu Chang's despicable tactics. If it weren't for his brother-in-law's quick eyes and hands, who averted the crisis in the blink of an eye, his sister's life would be in danger right now!

The two engaged in another fierce battle. This time, Hu Sheng's swordsmanship was even more ferocious. He attacked Shen Zijin recklessly, wanting to end the fight as quickly as possible. Shen Zijin responded calmly, using his agility and superb swordsmanship to continuously dodge Hu Sheng's attacks and look for opportunities to counterattack.

The battle lasted for a long time, and both of them were exhausted. However, neither of them retreated and continued to persevere.

Shen Zijin and Hu Sheng continued their fierce duel. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the hall, and the flashes of swords and shadows intertwined, making people dazzled.