Qin Zhuo, who was in the first seat, had his eyes widened as he watched the man being thrown off the ring and rolling around.
Wen Ranran clapped her hands lightly, her tone as calm as ever.
"Next! Captain ten, who's coming?"
With the first, there is the second.
In just one stick of incense time, Wen Ranran had already hit three times in a row, and all of them were easily won within three moves.
The selection targets have evolved from centurions to thousands of households.
But at this point, the voices of discussion in the audience have become much quieter.
No matter how good Wen Ranran's martial arts skills are, since the prince entrusts her to her, it means that this woman is definitely not a showy person.
But how high is her martial arts? This is what this group of people want to know.
As the number of opponents he challenged increased, Wen Ranran's tricks also became more numerous.
Her moves are sometimes not very lethal, but they are more versatile and can always find the opponent's weaknesses.
Within half an hour, six consecutive opponents had fallen in the audience, but Wen Ranran still looked calm and composed.
You know, the challenge opponents are constantly changing, but Wen Ranran herself has never rested.
Some of the old men in the army also clenched their fists. At this time, everyone had forgotten their initial ridicule for Wen Ranran.
Instead, a mentality of "how can a big man lose to a little girl" began to arise...
After a captain was knocked off the field by Wen Ranran's neat and violent over-the-shoulder throw, everyone discovered a terrible fact.
That is, Wen Ranran has not even drawn a sword yet...
When it was the captain's turn, Qin Zhuo finally couldn't help it and was the first to stand up.
Qin Zhuo stood in the center of the ring, looked at the woman opposite who was still calm, and finally bowed heavily.
"Princess! What happened just now is that Qin Zhuo was reckless! The princess is as beautiful as a man! Qin hopes to have a real fight with the princess, please give her advice!"
Wen Ranran smiled, her tone full of kindness and a sense of pride in it.
"Vice-General Qin is too polite, but I still have to say that facing Vice-General Qin, I am really a little stressed!"
With just this sentence, Qin Zhuo felt that he was respected.
"Princess, do you want to take a rest?" He hesitated for a moment, but still asked.
After all, he had fought so much before, so he should be a little tired. Qin Zhuo was also a real man, and he didn't want to take advantage of others.
"No, my physical exertion is not too great! Come on!"
Wen Ranran went to the sidelines and took a sip of water and wiped her mouth. Her actions were not rude, but full of heroism. Her pair of fox eyes were calm at the moment, as if they were brewing stars.
Qin Zhuo suddenly understood why Prince Yu, who had always set his sights on others, would fall in love with such a woman.
Such a proud woman can only be matched by someone as proud as Prince Yu!
Qin Zhuo let out a deep breath and clenched the silver gun in his hand.
"Princess! Be careful!"
Wen Ranran's eyes were dark and she nodded towards the other party.
The silver gun was raging like a silver snake, dancing towards Wen Ranran. Wen Ranran's eyes moved slightly, and with a perfect lower body, she barely dodged the shot and landed lightly in a safe area.
With just one blow, Wen Ranran understood that it was true that Qin Zhuo in front of him could achieve this level in his early twenties. If he was trained well, his future achievements would definitely not be inferior to Feng Cheng's.
"Okay!" Wen Ranran shouted and finally drew out the Silver Lin Sword.
The sword's light was cold, reflecting a dazzling rainbow light in the setting sun at the training ground, blinding the eyes of the onlookers.
"Stab-"
There was a harsh sound of sparks, and as the swords collided, Wen Ranran instantly kicked away the opponent's silver spear, and the Silver Lin Sword rushed forward.
On the opposite side, Qin Zhuo was not easy to handle either. After the silver spear was kicked away, he swept backwards and headed straight for Wen Ranran's lower third lane.
Wen Ranran's body suddenly jumped into the air, and her toes firmly stepped on the tip of the opponent's spear.
Qin Zhuo's pupils were slightly opened, and he saw that Wen Ranran was so light, he turned over along the barrel of the gun, stepped on his shoulders, and rolled behind him in the air!