Chapter 1333: Chapter 1333: Conflict Arises! (3/3)

Hearing Mu Fusheng’s threat,

Cang Ming’s expression turned extremely ugly.

"How did you manage that?"

He had plastered the last of the lightning peaks with talismans without any detection and even buried them under his feet.

Mu Fusheng smiled without uttering a word.

The Holy Son of Xuanwu scoffed, "It was nothing more than a diversion, and also because of your arrogance that you failed to notice."

He continued to explain, "Under the influence of your arrogance, as you attacked each lightning peak, the opponent had already started setting up their strategy quietly, covering the last peak with talismans."

"At the same time, they had already buried talismans under those peaks. Once you shattered the peaks, the talismans were hidden beneath the ground. Moreover, the explosion of the last lightning peak attracted all your attention. By activating the talismans that were already buried, you were ensnared within the circle."

Upon hearing this, everyone turned to look at Mu Fusheng with strange expressions.

That is to say, Cang Ming did not entirely lose because of lack of strength.

But because of his arrogance, he didn’t pay enough attention to other aspects, thus falling step by step into Mu Fusheng’s trap.

Cang Ming, hearing this, had a gloomy expression, his hand gripping the blood tooth knife trembling continuously.

However, in his current state, even if he managed to block the talismans at his feet, it was no longer possible for him to continue wielding his knife.

But it was different for Mu Fusheng, who certainly had more talismans and still had strength to spare.

Thinking this, Cang Ming glared at Mu Fusheng, gritting his teeth and stammering, "I... concede!"

Mu Fusheng chuckled softly and then began gathering the talismans.

Behind him, Blackie and Fang Qiong exchanged glances, both seeing a look of helplessness in each other’s eyes.

Others might not know, but they did.

If Mu Fusheng exerted his real strength, even if he needed to use this kind of strategy to defeat the opponent, his actions of sticking the talismans on the lightning peaks wouldn’t be detected by anyone!

Meaning, even this action of burying the talismans was intentionally made visible to others by Mu Fusheng.

Even his act was flawlessly performed.

Blackie and Fang Qiong couldn’t help but applaud silently in their minds.

Crown Prince watched this somewhat absurd scene unfold and couldn’t make sense of it after a long thought.

Could it be that his previous guess was wrong?

However, it must be said, Mu Fusheng’s strategy was still well executed.

Cang Ming left the place in a sorry state, no longer having the face to stay there.

The Third Prince still wore a smile, but the discerning could see that his gaze was overshadowed by shadows.

Mu Fusheng gave a faint smile and saluted the Emperor, "The junior has shown an embarrassing display."

The Emperor waved his hand, laughing loudly, "Not bad, brute forces are common, but a battle of wits where the weak overcomes the strong is indeed rare. It feels quite refreshing."

Mu Fusheng bowed again, and then limped to sit behind the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince asked, "Are you alright, Brother Mu? If your injuries are severe, feel free to leave first."

Mu Fusheng shook his head, "It’s fine, just need to take a few medicinal pills and sit for a while."

"Uh..."

The Crown Prince gave a dry laugh.

But across from them, a discontented voice still sounded.

"Only resorting to schemes and tricks is not the right path. In this world, it’s about the realm, about strength. The might of one’s fist is the ultimate truth."

It was the Holy Son of Xuanwu!

The Xuanwu Divine Dynasty highly revered martial arts, which was related to their bloodline power.

Though he was not looking at Mu Fusheng as he spoke, everyone knew that his words were directed at Mu Fusheng.

Mu Fusheng felt rather helpless in his heart.

"I did nothing, yet I was targeted."

Indeed, truly deserving of the name ’beauty brings trouble’!

The Chief of Staff supporting the Crown Prince spoke indifferently, "What does it matter if it was a cunning plot? This too is a form of strength. If you can’t beat someone, it just means their skills are superior."

The Holy Son of Xuanming scoffed, "Superior skills? If I may be so bold, had Cang Ming not been too arrogant, would he have fallen into the trap? Would he have been defeated by this Fellow Daoist’s hands?"

The Minister of War added, "On the battlefield, it’s all about sheer strength, isn’t it? Lord Chief of Staff’s statements seem oblivious to the harsh realities outside the court."

The Chief of Staff’s expression turned ugly.

The Holy Son of Xuanming seized the opportunity to press on, "If I were in the match, this Fellow Daoist wouldn’t have had the chance to use those devious methods."

As he spoke, the Holy Son of Xuanming also glanced at Jiu Bailu.

Just then, the Crown Prince opened his mouth, about to say something.

But a loud snap was heard from behind. Turning around abruptly, he saw Blackie had smashed the long table into pieces, stood up in anger, and said, "If that’s the case, let’s have a fight!"

Mu Fusheng could endure it.

But Blackie couldn’t.

After all, for him, any grudge should be settled on the spot, any grievances dealt with immediately, never dragging it overnight.

Mu Fusheng tugged at Blackie’s sleeve and transmitted his voice, "Brother, let’s wait until after the military drill."

But without turning back, Blackie transmitted his voice, "Don’t we still have you? Even if I expose my strength, and they come up with countermeasures, you can take care of the aftermath. Brother, I trust you."

Mu Fusheng felt like spitting blood!

Why must you force me to reveal my secrets!

But with the words at this point, Mu Fusheng could only give up helplessly.

The Holy Son of Xuanming looked at Blackie and scoffed coldly, "Not everyone is worthy to spar with me."

Blackie responded with an ’Oh’, "What, are you scared?"

Upon hearing this, the Holy Son of Xuanming narrowed his eyes slightly, and a heavy blue-black aura began to emanate from his body.

"Then let’s try."

However, just as the two were about to head to the center of the red carpet,

The emperor on the throne spoke.

"Enough, let it stop here," said the emperor calmly. "This is merely a banquet, and sparring should only add to the enjoyment. Continuing could harm the harmony, which isn’t good."

"The military drill is about to begin, and you’re likely one of the chosen participants on the Crown Prince’s side. Getting injured here could affect the upcoming military exercises."

"Let the sparring end here today."

Once the emperor spoke,

naturally, the fight couldn’t proceed.

The Holy Son of Xuanming began to retract the blue-black aura into his body, and that heavy sensation started to dissipate.

The Holy Son looked at Blackie, bared his teeth in a cold smile, "You will have the chance to witness my strength." Saying this, the Holy Son glanced at Mu Fusheng, who was meditating to ’heal’ his injuries, and smiled, "You too."

He then sat down.

Blackie snorted coldly and returned to his newly rearranged seat.

In this strange atmosphere, the banquet concluded there and then.

Jiu Bailu left early on his own.

Mu Fusheng and his party left the palace along with the Crown Prince.

The Crown Prince said, "How about, come over to my place? It’s a good opportunity to inform you about the specifics of the military drill."

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PS: Also writing the three Chapters from yesterday, mom, I must finish before I sleep!

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