Prince Gong's whole body tensed up, as if he was facing a formidable enemy, and he looked at the stage eagerly.
"Does the Lord Protector know the real purpose of this sword intention left by our royal ancestors?"
There was silence for a long while.
Xue Yun shook his head silently, but even if he judged based on intuition, he could tell that this thing was definitely not an ordinary commodity.
"It can stimulate the body of a person like me who has no force field talent at all..."
Startled suddenly.
Xue Yun was stunned on the spot, and his inherent three views were shattered to pieces.
Biological force field——
It is one of the necessary conditions for the Night Watchman to successfully tame and control monsters.
This thing actually exists subtly in the bodies of all living things.
The key is.
However, the vast majority of human beings simply cannot effectively refine and exert its power.
Such people, after reaching the age of twenty, will be judged as having no talent and will forever become ordinary people in the vast sea of people.
In principle.
Ordinary people without talent will never have the chance to change their destiny.
Xue Yun didn't expect it at all.
The sword energy left by the ancestors of the Xuanyuan clan in the Great Xia Empire could actually have such a miraculous effect.
Look back.
Although this thing is very useful to ordinary people, it seems to be useless to the night watchmen.
Clench your teeth tightly.
The absurd prince in front of him murmured to himself: "I have not been favored by the late emperor since I was a child. Whether it is studying or participating in politics, among the many princes, I am not outstanding."
His lips trembled slightly.
Prince Gong smiled bitterly and said: "Before I was twenty years old, I still had a little fantasy. If I could awaken my force field talent, I would at least be able to attract the attention of my father. If that doesn't work, I could still be under the banner of the new emperor in the future.
, to be a great general king who commands military power..."
Hear the words.
Xue Yun couldn't help but sigh.
Facts have proved that cruel reality is always much more painful than beautiful dreams.
At the age of twenty, Prince Gong's only extravagant hope was completely shattered.
Without the talent to awaken, he became the laughing stock of the royal family and the powerful.
It was from that time on that this absurd prince began to indulge in sensuality, and his character became more and more cruel and violent.
He hates, hates his own incompetence!
He even became jealous of the envoys of the Forbidden City who knelt before him.
Especially when you see those humble slaves and servants begging for mercy, it's as familiar as seeing your own reflection.
"So, I am determined to win this sword intention!"
He slapped the handrail of the stand hard.
With his forehead full of veins, Prince Gong whispered: "If the remuneration of six billion Daxia coins is still not enough for the Lord Protector, I am willing to continue to increase the amount."
"In order to change my destiny against heaven, I will no longer be scorned casually from now on..."
Narrowed his eyes.
Prince Gong looked excited and said: "I am willing to pay any price. Whatever the Lord Protector wants, just ask!"
"What's the matter with you?"
Close your eyes.
Xue Yun finally understood everything and couldn't help but shake his head and said: "Isn't it good to be an idle rich prince in this imperial city? Why pursue these illusory things?"
"You don't understand..."
Prince Gong smiled miserably and responded: "Duke Guo Guo, you are born with power beyond ordinary people, so you cannot understand my king's mood at all."
"Born into an emperor's family, if you are weak, you will be bullied by others, and you may even lose the foundation of your life..."
The absurd prince looked determined and blurted out: "I, the prince, have no choice at all!"
I couldn't help but sigh for a while.
Faced with Prince Gong's helplessness, Xue Yun finally fell into silence.
In this world, everyone's happiness is different, but when it comes to suffering, everyone is extremely similar.
It’s nothing more than separation of love, failure to seek, resentment and hatred!
The devastated places have nothing to do with personal identity and status.
"Oh, what else is there to say..."
Silently rolled his eyes.
Xue Yun couldn't laugh or cry and said: "At this moment, Lao Wang has been waiting with the others in the audience. The deal is already done. We can only take one step at a time."
"As for the issue of remuneration..."
Shrugging his shoulders.
Xue Yun drooped his eyelids and curled his lips and said: "When the fight is over, with this guy's unwillingness to suffer losses, he will definitely take the initiative to settle the score with you. It won't be too late to talk to you then."
He let out a long breath of relief.
Prince Gong's face was immediately filled with relief, and his eyes looking toward the audience were full of strong expectations.
Frankly speaking.
He was not afraid that Xue Yun and Wang Defa would speak loudly, but what he was afraid of was that they were unwilling to help him.
"Distinguished guests, now, I make an announcement!"
The charming girl held the microphone tightly and raised her slender arms on the spot.
"This martial arts battle has officially begun, and all participating warriors are invited to take part!"
There was a roar.
The stands on both sides of the square suddenly dropped, revealing a huge and dark gap.
The next moment——
Two groups of people on the left and right quickly walked out of the underground waiting hall.
At first glance.
Its scale is at least hundreds of people!
"Good guy..."
Narrowed his eyes.
Xue Yun was a little stunned and said: "What is this for? It's not really going to be an indiscriminate melee, right?"
"The so-called 'big battle' is to simulate a real battlefield without setting any rules..."
Prince Gong explained in a deep voice: "The purpose is to imitate the great achievements of the ancestors of the royal family back then, relying on one's own ability, without any cover or reinforcements, to fight a bloody path of strength in the chaos of the army.
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The corners of his mouth twitched.
Xue Yun raised his hand to support his forehead, feeling that he had really screwed up the bald man this time.
In the battle formation below.
A familiar figure was looking left and right in the crowd, and his dark green messy wig made him look at first glance.
"That's not right..."
Seeing that there were crowds of people around them, everyone began to look at each other warily.
Wang Defa was stunned and said: "Damn it, isn't it one-on-one? With so many people gathering together, what's the difference between making dumplings..."
at the same moment.
The central area of the towering stands.
Xuanyuan Longcheng looked down at the hundreds of night watchmen below him, his eyes narrowed into a straight line.
"Father, I have something unclear..."
Beside the dragon chair.
The young prince Xuanyuan Hong said with doubts on his face: "Since the sword energy left by our ancestors is so magical, why doesn't my father use it for his own enjoyment? Why should he give it out as a reward?"
Xuanyuan Longcheng, like Prince Gong, is an ordinary person without force field talent.
It's just that he was thoughtful enough that he was selected as the crown prince by the late emperor, and now he rules the world.
"Silly boy..."
He caressed Xuanyuan Hong's forehead lovingly.
His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Xia Empire smiled deeply, shook his head with contempt and said: "That's because my father doesn't need this kind of thing at all."