An ordinary fist, devoid of any power or Qi, moved as if it were just a faint breeze rushing through the air. It seemed harmless, even surreal in its intent. But when fire and flesh collided, the roaring dragon dissipated into fleeting clouds and clouds of smoke.
Xia Fanhanâs heart was pounding frantically, trying to burst out of his chest.
However, Xia Yan didnât give him a chance to catch his breath. He took advantage of his advantage by hitting Xia Fanghanâs spear with his fist. Although his attack could not break the weapon, the force behind it continued to rush forward.
Xia Fanhanâs face turned pale as the incomparable destructive force collided with his body, lifting him into the air. Thrown backward, he tumbled across the jade floor and stopped outside the main hall. Blood was splattered all over the floor, and he was barely twitching, mumbling something, and trying to regain consciousness.
There was a shocking silence.
Finally, Xia Yang spoke, breaking the silence:
â Is this the strength you were so proud of, little brother? How weak you areâŠ
â But since you always like to brag about your strength, then taste my fist again!
Xia Yanâs voice sounded like an evil spirit, cold and unemotional.
By the time Xia Fanghan raised his head, Xia Yanâs fist had already covered his entire field of vision.
Xia Fanghanâs eyes widened as the fear turned to unholy terror.
This indescribable feeling of collapse he had experienced before. It was the despair of approaching death. His world darkened with awareness of what was happening, and he could have sworn he could see death erupting around him in the form of a giant scarlet symbol (æ» *death*).
â No!!!!!! â He screamed, squeezing his eyes shut, unable to move.
A strong gust of wind surrounded him, sweeping his disheveled hair like torn ribbons in the wind.
A second passed, then another, until it finally hit him.
He gathered what little courage he had left and opened his eyes.
What he saw surprised him.
Xia Yang stopped his fist three inches from his face.
For some reason, he was spared.
He tried to push the air out of his lungs with a whistling sigh of relief. But fear, sweat, and despair drained him of his strength. And even if he could move, he swore he wouldnât twitch. The fear that he might be hit again if he did was all-consuming.
â Little brother⊠whatâs the matter with you? Itâs just an ordinary fist. Your reaction is a little excessive, isnât it?
Xia Yang spoke casually. However, Xia Fangan refused to relax until he saw his brother put his fist down again. When Xia Yan finally did, he felt the blade pressed against his neck finally disappear.
â The second brother⊠lostâŠ
â He wasnât even given a chance!
â Look at him. Heâs as pale as a ghost. Dammit, isnât that a regular fist? When did the other brother become such a coward?
â Hey, you saw it yourself. Not only did big brother defeat the second brotherâs strongest technique with one punch, but he also resisted the Heavenly Spirit Weapon!
â It seems we greatly underestimated our big brother⊠for hiding his true self so deeply. We will have to take care not to provoke him in the future!
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The faces of the imperial princes were extremely serious as an inexplicable sense of failure flooded their hearts. This duel revealed to them the cruel truth. Xia Fangan, who was supposed to dominate Xia Yan as the strongest among them, was completely crushed.
A wave of shock poured over Emperor Xia and the court ministers like cold water.
â Had the second prince lost? â Some are just now waking up.
â W-what happened? How could he have been defeated so easily?
â I canât believe none of us knew about the first princeâs âtrueâ strength.
â Indeed, it seems that the man we were supposed to follow earlier has changedâŠ
The thoughtful and calculating eyes of the ministers paused on Xia Yang. Many of them had already planned to follow the second prince. But this defeat made them reconsider their decisions. After all, this case was very important. They couldnât go wrong on this one.
Emperor Xia looked at Xia Yan, who was standing nearby, with a heavy stare.
His eldest son had always been helpless and weak, which could not be reflected in his rivalry for the throne. That is what he thought, at least. But he could not expect that the son he loved the least was actually much stronger than the one he loved the most. His breath caught as he remembered the desperate look in Xia Fangkhanâs eyes, full of fear, as if he had just returned from Hell.
âIs it possible⊠â He pondered, âThat this is a sign that the Xia era is near?â
A vision of what possible glory his son might bring to his people in the future began to blossom in his mind, while an indescribable flame ignited in Tang Dyerâs heart
â Really impressive,â she murmured in a voice hoarse with admiration and anticipation. Xia Yang was stronger than she had expected, stronger even than her brother-prince, and so she saw hope.
Tang Dyer arrived at Xiaâs imperial palace dejected, reluctant to accept her fate as a âpolitical victim.â But now she saw in Xia Yan an opportunity to change her fate.
â Second brother, will you accept defeat?
Xia Yanâs voice pulled Tang Dyer from her thoughts and brought her back to reality.
â If so, I hope you will deliver our agreed upon winnings to my residence before sunset. Unless, of course, you intend to take back your words. However, I suppose you will not do so in the Golden Imperial Hall in front of our Imperial Father and the others, right?
Xia Yang grinned. The only thing on his mind right now were the spirit stones. Without them, he wouldnât be able to buy anything from the system store.
â Fangkhan, are you ready to accept defeat? â Emperor Xiaâs commanding voice, filled with nobility, echoed from behind.
â Y-yes, Father Emperor, your humble son is ready to accept defeat. Later, when the banquet is over, I will fulfill my promise.
Xia Fangan repeated these words over and over in a trembling voice until he was sure his father believed him.
â Good. Now, Yang, you should be rewarded for saving Princess Tang. Tell me, what do you want?
Emperor Xia had not raised the question of reward before because he did not know about Xia Yanâs power. But now he knew, and this was his way of showing support.
[Ding! Mission unlocked!]
A mysterious female voice rang through Xia Yanâs head, silencing him awkwardly as he was about to respond