The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 1567

Chapter 1567: 759 Triumphant! (2 updates)_2

Mu Qingchen held his long sword and gave a salute, "Junior will do his best, please guide me, Uncle Wang."

Wang Yi’s smile faded, he drew the curved sabre from his waist, and said imposingly, "Then let me test whether your martial arts have improved over these years!"

The gong sounded, and the two spurred their horses to charge at each other.

Mu Qingchen’s weapon was a long sword, while Wang Yi’s was a curved sabre; it is said that the sword overcomes the sabre, and the sabre overcomes the spear, but in reality, this is not the case.

Every weapon has its advantages and disadvantages in combat, it all depends on how they are utilized.

Wang Yi used the Overbearing Blade Technique, with powerful strength that could instantly suppress the opponent, while Mu Qingchen’s swordsmanship was about swift, agile, and quick movements.

A swing of Mu Qingchen’s sword could easily be blocked by Wang Yi’s curved sabre.

But if Wang Yi were to slash down, and Mu Qingchen tried to block it head on, he might not be able to withstand it.

In order to avoid receiving Wang Yi’s moves, Mu Qingchen launched an attack as soon as the match began, not using any forceful swinging, slashing, or chopping moves at all. Instead, all his moves were stabbing, swiping, and picking, which were fast and tricky angles that made it difficult to defend against.

Wang Yi felt his eyes dazzle; he couldn’t find a way to exert his strength.

Eventually, Mu Qingchen stepped on the stirrup and leaped up, performing a flip in the air to cut through the leather of Wang Yi’s saddle.

Mu Qingchen then sent a burst of sword energy towards the rear of the horse, startling it; the horse raised its front hooves and dashed forward abruptly.

Wang Yi, caught off-guard, tilted to one side and slid off the horse along with the saddle.

The next second, as he lay in an awkward heap on the ground, Mu Qingchen landed back on his own horse and reached out to grab his arm, "Uncle Wang!"

Wang Yi steadied himself, looking at Mu Qingchen with a mix of frustration and amusement; he patted the horse and said, panting, "I lost! I am thoroughly convinced of my loss!"

Mu Qingchen dismounted, sheathed his sword, and performed a junior’s salute, "Uncle Wang has been generous."

Wang Yi gestured dismissively, "Alright already, I didn’t even want to come in the first place. But since you’ve beaten me, you better not lose to anyone else! Prove to me that my loss to you was not in vain!"

Mu Qingchen’s expression grew complex as he fixated his gaze, "Yes!"

The next round was supposed to have three pairs, but one of the Cavalry from Heaven Dry Metal Seven had an issue and couldn’t make it to the site in time.

Normally, this kind of situation could be directly handled as a forfeit, but Lord Han was magnanimous and said he was willing to wait for his opponent.

And he was waiting until now.

"They’re here, they’re here!"