Inside the hall, the invisible pressure slowly dissipated.
Tang Qing sat down again and picked up the wine glass on the table.
Gently swirling the amber liquid in the glass, it was as if everything that had just happened was merely an insignificant interlude.
Inside the main hall, there was a deathly silence.
All eyes were drawn, seemingly casually, to the disheveled figure huddled against the pillar.
Yu Xiaogang struggled and used his elbows to prop up his upper body.
He covered his swollen cheek, his mouth filled with the taste of blood.
He could clearly feel that one of his left molars was gone, leaving only an empty, bloody hole.
hatred!
Boundless hatred gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.
But he knew even more clearly that there was an insurmountable chasm between himself and the man on the throne.
Whether it's status or strength.
I was indeed rude just now.
Faced with absolute power, any so-called reason seems so pale and powerless.
None of the guests present felt that the Blue Silver King had done anything wrong.
The king's power is like a prison; when the ruler is humiliated, the subject dies.
This has always been an unchanging law on the continent.
They simply felt that the new king's methods were a bit too domineering.
No room for compromise, no mercy shown.
Those who follow the rules prosper, those who resist perish.
That's all.
...
In the corner, Tang Hao silently took a sip of strong liquor, his Adam's apple bobbing.
He shook his head, his eyes filled with pity but even more contempt as he looked at Yu Xiaogang.
That's really unwise.
If it weren't for the fact that this person's theoretical knowledge still has some merit...
Back then, Tang Hao would never have allowed his mistress to become his disciple.
That's so stupid.
A fool who lives only in his own world.
Just when everyone thought the farce was about to end, Yu Xiaogang spoke up again.
He lay on the ground, his voice muffled yet carrying a strange obsession.
"Your Highness, the Blue Silver King... cough cough..."
He coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"I was rude just now."
"It was me... I got a little emotional, please forgive me."
This sudden apology surprised everyone.
Is this... a sign of backing down?
On the throne, Tang Qing's movements remained unchanged; he merely glanced at him indifferently.
He knew.
Someone like Yu Xiaogang, who is shrouded in "mysterious self-confidence," would never admit defeat so easily.
There will definitely be more moths later.
really.
Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists tightly as he braced himself against the ground, and his tone suddenly shifted, his voice rising several octaves!
"But the reason I am so excited is because of Your Highness!"
He raised his face, which was swollen like a pig's head, his eyes burning with flames of humiliation and resentment.
"There was a time when Your Highness publicly declared that the Martial Soul theory that I, Yu Xiaogang, had devoted my entire life to researching was all fake! It was worthless!"
"After saying this, my reputation was ruined, and I was ridiculed by the whole world!"
"This is the root cause of my loss of composure today!"
He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and questioned Tang Qing on the throne.
"Your Highness, Blue Silver King, do you dare to give me a chance to prove myself?"
"I want to have a public debate with you, in front of all the heroes of the world!"
These words shocked everyone present.
Everyone looked at Yu Xiaogang as if he were crazy.
Has he gone mad?
He actually wants to debate with the Blue Silver King?
What can he use to defend himself?
Should we use his mouth, which has already been slapped raw?
"laugh."
A sneer, utterly disdainful, rang out, crisp and melodious.
Zhu Zhuqing took a slow step forward, her breathtakingly long and beautiful legs striding forward.
She had a graceful figure and a shapely silhouette; the tight-fitting black dress perfectly accentuated her S-shaped figure.
She exudes a wild and deadly allure.
At this moment, her stunningly beautiful face, capable of captivating all beings, was adorned with a cold, mocking expression.
"Yu Xiaogang, you really have no self-awareness whatsoever."
"debate?"
Her red lips parted slightly, but the words she uttered were as sharp as knives.
"Debate requires both sides to be on the same level."
"You dare to debate with the king?"
"You are not qualified."
"..."
These words were more hurtful than Dugu Bo's slap.
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned red, and his body trembled violently with anger.
"You...you all!"
"You don't dare! You don't dare give me a chance for a fair debate!"
He was screaming wildly inside.
As long as my opponent agrees, as long as we can start debating, I will definitely win!
I can definitely win!
The last time I lost was because I was careless and unprepared!
This time is different; I'm incredibly well-prepared!
He seemed to have grasped at the last straw, and desperately crawled a few steps toward the throne, kneeling on the ground.
He abandoned all dignity and spoke in a pleading tone, in a humble voice.
"Your Highness! Please give me a chance!"
"I recently took on a disciple whose martial soul is also Blue Silver Grass!"
"And Your Highness's martial soul is the emperor among Blue Silver Grass!"
"How about we have... a debate about Blue Silver Grass?"
"Shameless!"
Zhu Zhuqing's beautiful eyes flashed with anger, and she was about to speak again to reprimand him.
Her soul power surged, and her long, beautiful legs, encased in a black dress, tensed slightly.
It seemed as if it would transform into a black lightning bolt at any moment, tearing this reckless fellow to shreds.
"oh."
A faint syllable came from the throne.
Tang Qing interrupted Zhu Zhuqing.
He finally put down his wine cup, the bottom of which collided with the jade table, making a crisp, light sound.
The entire hall fell silent instantly, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Blue Silver King, what... does this mean?
Tang Qing's gaze fell on Yu Xiaogang, who was kneeling on the ground, his expression calm and unwavering.
"Giving you a chance is not out of the question."
He spoke slowly and deliberately.
"but..."
These two words, like heavenly music, instantly gave Yu Xiaogang hope.
He suddenly raised his head and shouted urgently.
"But what?"
"Your Highness, please speak! As long as I can have a chance to prove myself, I will agree to any conditions!"
A slight smile finally appeared on Tang Qing's lips.
That smile was faint, yet it sent a chill down the spines of everyone in His Highness's household.
"It's very simple."
He held up one finger.
"First, kowtow three times. This is the price you paid for what you just did."
Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened.
Should we make him kowtow in public?
This is an absolute disgrace!
Tang Qing's voice continued, unhurried and calm.
"Second, if you lose the debate, you have to admit it in front of everyone."
All your theories are false. You, Yu Xiaogang, are nothing but a fraudulent swindler, a utterly useless piece of trash.
"Third..."
"If you lose, cut off your own arm."
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