The large school field next to the main hall of Xianyang Palace was packed with people, like a busy city, all eager to watch the upcoming martial arts competition.

One side is the most famous and invincible general in the Qin State.

On the other side is an immortal swordsman from Zhao who has gained a great reputation and has outstanding achievements.

Everyone wants to see how the two of them decide the outcome.

Under the sunshine, three high platforms were set up on the side of the main hall, and seats were arranged. The one in the middle was of course the throne of King Zhuang Xiang and the crown prince and concubine.

The left stage was filled with ministers and military generals headed by Yang Quanjun and Wang □.

In addition to Lu Buwei on the right stage, Meng Ao and ministers close to Lu Buwei were all present. Li Si was also one of them. He was not qualified to attend, but because he cared about Xiang Shaolong, he lobbied for a seat with his sharp tongue.

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Others with lower status could only stand around the school field and watch the battle.

Qin soldiers with bright armor and taller bodies than other people from the Six Kingdoms stood guard on the long steps of the main hall and around the three stands. Their long swords shone brightly in the sun, adding to the solemn and murderous atmosphere.

At this time, Lu Buwei, Xiang Shaolong and others had just arrived by car. After getting off the bus, they walked to the right platform. They immediately caused a commotion and everyone gave instructions and shouts to Xiang Shaolong.

Lu Buwei let out a sigh of relief and whispered in Xiang Shaolong's ear: The people of Qin are fond of martial arts, and they value heroes the most. This battle requires victory and no defeat."

This morning, Xiang Shaolong used the method in Mo's Supplementary Volume to promote Qi and breathe out. At this moment, he was really energetic and full of confidence, and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Lu."

Lu Buwei said: "The man in the black uniform in the left stand is Qiu Risheng. Don't forget his appearance." His tone revealed deep hatred.

Xiang Shaolong looked as he was told and saw nearly a hundred people on the stage focusing on him. He responded with a smile and nodded. He glanced at Qiu Risheng and looked away.

Lu Buwei led him up to the stand, introduced everyone, sat down, and asked Tu Xian behind him: "Is Wang Jian here?"

Tuxian replied: "You should be here but you don't know where you are?"

The horn sounded.

Surrounded by imperial guards, King Zhuang Xiang, dressed in a dragon robe, led Xiao Pan, Zhu Ji, Lady Xiuli, Prince Qi Chongqiao and a group of concubines, out of the palace and towards the central stand.

All the sergeants stood upright and saluted, and everyone else on stage and off stage knelt down to greet him. For a moment, the entire campus was silent.

Xiang Shaolong secretly praised in his heart, just by looking at this situation, he could see the majesty of the King of Qin and the obedience and discipline of the Qin people.

It wasn't until King Zhuang Xiang and the princes and princesses sat down on the stage, and the attendant announced that everyone should sit down flat, that they returned to their previous appearance, but everyone stopped talking and waited for King Zhuang Xiang's announcement.

The chamberlain sang: "Where is Xiang Shaolong?"

Xiang Shaolong stood up quickly, took off his outer robe, revealing his perfect figure, walked down the stage to the front of the main stage, and paid a courtesy visit to King Qin.

King Zhuang Xiang looked at Xiang Shaolong happily and nodded in appreciation.

He has lived abroad for a long time and can basically be regarded as an outsider, so he has a special affection for the young swordsman who came from Zhao Guo and rescued his wife.

The chamberlain called out again: "Where is General Wang Jian?"

Just as he finished speaking, there was a sound of hoofbeats, and a horse was seen galloping from the palace gate like a whirlwind.

The crowd burst into loud cheers and gave way one after another, allowing the rider to ride straight into the center of the field.

In terms of momentum, Xiang Shaolong obviously lost a lot.

Wang Jian's riding skills were astonishing. In just one ride, he had already made difficult postures such as diving, leaning on his side, etc. When he was about to stop, he miraculously got under the horse's belly, climbed on the horse's back from the other side, and then jumped off the horse.

He knelt down on the ground and shouted: "The last general, Wang Jian, has come to see my king!"

The crowd roared with earth-shattering cheers and cheers again, pushing the atmosphere to a climax.

Everyone on Lu Buwei's stage, including Wu Yingyuan and Tao Fang who had deep confidence in Xiang Shaolong, saw that his riding skills were so amazing, their confidence was shaken, not to mention Lu Buwei and other people who didn't know Xiang Shaolong's ability.

King Zhuang Xiang looked surprised and nodded frequently.

Because Zhu Ji had a special liking for Xiang Shaolong, she was so nervous that she grabbed Xiao Pan's hand and realized that Xiao Pan's palms were also sweating.

But everyone on Yang Quanjun's stage was excited, as if Xiang Shaolong's defeat had become a final decision. Wang Jian stood tall and looked at Xiang Shaolong.

Xiang Shaolong happened to look over with a smile, and everyone slapped each other in the face.

Both sides looked surprised at the same time, both surprised by the other's figure and demeanor.

This Wang Jian is indeed as fair and delicate as Wu Yingyuan said, but it is not enough to describe his true appearance.

He is at most half an inch shorter than Xiang Shaolong. He wears a red and black warrior uniform and a rattan vest. He has broad shoulders and a thick back. He has a sturdy build, giving him the impression of a heroic figure.

He has a high nose and deep eyes, a pair of eyes that are profound and unpredictable, and his black head is tied in a short bun with a red rope, with both ends hanging down to the back of the neck, making it even more majestic.

Xiang Shaolong appreciated in his heart, smiled and saluted, secretly thinking that with such a talent, it is no wonder that he can help Xiaopan conquer the country and unify the six countries in the future.

Seeing Xiang Shaolong's friendly expression, Wang Jian relaxed his expression and returned the courtesy politely, but his eyes were still full of hostility.

At this time, the purpose and function of this competition was read out by the chamberlain at the main stage. Of course, some of them encouraged the officials and emphasized the importance of maintaining the martial style.

At the end, the chamberlain said loudly: "This competition will be held in two parts, first the riding and shooting competition, and then the swordsmanship competition."

Xiang Shaolong complained in his heart, thinking that although his riding skills have improved greatly recently, if he wants to compare with Wang Jian, he will not be able to do it even if he goes home and practices for a few more years.

Wang Jian loudly accepted the order, and Xiang Shaolong had no choice but to imitate him and accept his promise.

With a "whoosh" sound, Wang Jian flew onto his horse with a wonderful gesture and galloped away. When he reached the corner of the field and was about to rush into the crowd of spectators, he reined up his horse, turned its head, and turned around without touching the ground.

Come and stop suddenly.

Of course, there was another burst of cheers and applause.

Two sergeants had already set up an archery target from the side of the field and placed it in the middle of the vast campus.

At this time, Lu Buwei asked people to bring "Blast" over. Xiang Shaolong smiled calmly, jumped on the horse's back with a flick of his feet, then clamped the horse's belly, relying on the astonishing height of "Blast", he circled around and arrived.

Another corner of the school grounds also received a lot of cheers.

Wang Jian took out his iron bow from the saddle and raised it over his head, which immediately elicited a burst of praise.

Xiang Shaolong knew that he was full of confidence, so he prepared to perform archery skills. He collected his mind and shouted to Wang Jianyao: "How can a dead target be like a living target? What if Brother Wang shoots three arrows? I promise not to block it with a shield."

The entire audience fell silent immediately, but all eyes showed disbelief, as if they were guessing whether this person was seeking death.

Xiang Shaolong knew that he was in trouble. Instead of waiting for defeat, he would take a risk and rely on his own swordsmanship and skill to deal with the opponent's cavalry and shooting. If he could succeed, he would be able to overcome this level.

Wang Jian was obviously not a villain who wanted to take advantage. He shouted in a deep voice: "Arrows are ruthless. Brother Xiang has thought clearly."

Xiang Shaolong saluted King Zhuang Xiang from a distance and said, "Please give me your permission."

King Zhuang Xiang hesitated for a while and then expressed his approval with his gesture.

The nearly two thousand people in the audience immediately held their breath and waited for the thrilling scene to appear.

Wang Jian raised the bow with one hand, and with the other hand he pulled out four long arrows from the quiver behind his back and clamped them between his five fingers. His skillful gestures made people feel that he was going to shoot these four arrows as easily as breathing.

Xiang Shaolong secretly called to his mother, it turned out that this person had been hiding his secrets, making outsiders think that he could only use three arrows, and it was only now that he revealed his true skills to others.

There was silence.

Wang Jian laughed and said: "Iron bows and arrows can penetrate any shield. Brother Xiang, it doesn't matter if he uses a shield. Be careful." He pinched the horse's belly slightly, and the war horse rushed forward with hoofs.

Xiang Shaolong looked up to the sky and smiled, clapped his horse and rushed towards him, but he took the arrow from the side closer to King Zhuang Xiang, forcing him not to dare to shoot in the direction of King Zhuang Xiang, so as to defeat his sharpness.

The two riders nearly separated and exchanged positions.

Wang Jian whipped his horse's head and turned around without waiting.

Xiang Shaolong's mind entered the Mohist secret of keeping quiet. The world seemed to have completely stopped at this moment, and there was nothing else outside the King's Shrine.

At the same time, they urged their horses to greet Wang Jian.

As long as he can get close to Wang Jian and avoid the four arrows, this riding and archery competition should be over.

The two riders approached quickly, from a distance of over a thousand steps to within 700 steps.

"Teng"

Wang Jian pulled the bowstring first, but somehow, one of the arrows landed on the bowstring.

In an instant, the bow was filled with arrows.

Xiang Shaolong has never seen such a fast arrow, it almost reached the front door as soon as it left the string.

Fortunately, his reaction was ten times faster than that of ordinary people. With a loud shout, a wave of blood shot out from his back and hit the arrow head diagonally.

The whole audience, regardless of friend or foe, cheered loudly.

Xiang Shaolong rides his horse, draws his sword, and strikes quickly. He performs several movements in one go, with smooth flow, and the angles and timing are just right. He shows the ultimate beauty of movement and strength, which makes all viewers deeply shocked and cheering for him.

This also shows the straightforward and sincere character of Qin people.

There was a clear "dang" sound, and the iron arrow flew sideways and fell to the ground.

Wang Jian shouted "Okay" and disappeared suddenly, hiding under the horse's belly.

Xiang Shaolong was horrified in his heart. The force of the opponent's arrow just now was so shocking that it made his whole right arm numb. He almost dropped his hand and dropped the Blood Wave Blade. Wang Jian was nowhere to be seen at this time, which meant that he couldn't even shoot any arrows.

You know, can you be surprised?

The campus was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and even the sound of breathing seemed to be suspended.

Only the thunderous galloping sound of the war horses was left.

The two sides moved closer from 700 steps to 500 steps.
To be continued...