FRGNM -Chapter 211 Playing Dirty

“Swish!!”

In that instant, a sharp gleam burst from Qian Yi’s eyes. The teacup in her hand trembled, nearly crushed to pieces. A killing aura leaked out as she sneered coldly, “Hmph. They are my brothers at my side. Are you insulting them—and me as well, Young Master Zhao?”

“That’s not what I meant. You are the noble Princess, while they are merely—”

“Whether they are or not, why don’t you try making a move and see!” She rotated the teacup in her hand, her killing intent spilling outward. The two guards at her sides felt both moved and helpless—they had to admit the truth.

Although the young princess often lived with them in the military camp and treated them like brothers, their statuses were worlds apart. All they could do was protect her with their own strength!

With a loud shout, the two guards charged forward together, their speed suddenly doubling compared to before.

Zhao Han sneered. His white figure abruptly retreated, a faint glimmer flashing in his eyes. He flicked open the folding fan in his hand and slashed toward their fists.

“Zzz—”

Blood splattered everywhere. The two guards’ expressions changed as they quickly retreated. Only then did they realize that Zhao Han’s folding fan was made of black iron—an extremely sharp weapon capable of cutting through anything. No wonder he had been so arrogant from the start.

But these two were no ordinary guards. To them, bleeding was nothing unusual. Lowering their center of gravity, they unleashed military-style punches, deliberately avoiding the fan and instead targeting Zhao Han’s upper and lower body.

Even if Zhao Han had three heads and six arms, he couldn’t fend off attacks from both of them at once. Forced back repeatedly, he nearly fell off the platform. Enraged, he lightly waved his right hand, and a layer of smoke dispersed from the folding fan, drifting toward the two guards.

“Ah!!”

The moment they touched the smoke, both men shuddered violently and retreated, but how could they be faster than Zhao Han? With a loud bang, they were kicked away and sent flying.

“You—!”

Qian Yi’s expression changed drastically. She rushed forward and saw the two men’s faces turning bluish—clearly poisoned. She immediately sealed their acupoints and had them rest.

Below the platform, the crowd looked at Zhao Han with contempt, curses ringing out.

“Despicable! He actually resorted to tricks!”

“That’s right—using poison! Young Master Zhao has gone too far!”

“For the sake of marrying the Princess, he’ll use any means. Princess, you must be careful!”

Standing up, Qian Yi remained calm and indifferent.

Zhao Han, however, laughed softly. “You can’t blame me for this. You said we couldn’t use Dou Qi, but you never said poison was forbidden. Princess, don’t you think I did the right thing?”

“Right,” Qian Yi replied coldly. “Even if you use poison, this is all you amount to.” She crossed her hands in front of her chest, casually striking a stance in the center of the platform. With a beckoning gesture, she said, “Come. Dealing with trash like you isn’t worth me using my spear.”

“Haha! Very well then, Princess. Weapons have no eyes—be careful!” Zhao Han stepped forward, slashing with his fan as another cloud of smoke spread out.

Just as the crowd gasped in alarm, a black figure suddenly twisted around. A lightning-fast kick landed, appearing almost out of nowhere behind Zhao Han.

Before the smoke could dissipate, Zhao Han was kicked straight out. It was self-inflicted misery—his own poison entered his body, turning his whole face bluish. He was sent crashing to the ground, and no one dared help him up.

“One move decides victory. Who else wants to come up?” Qian Yi’s eyes flashed sharply as she scanned the crowd, though her heart trembled slightly.

She spotted Luo Mingyu standing among the crowd, yesterday’s little page boy at his side. The two were chatting and laughing as if they had forgotten about her entirely.

So that’s his wife? Nothing special.

Smiling faintly, Ling Ruoxi poked Luo Mingyu in the waist. “Well? Still not going up? The one on stage is getting jealous.”

“Oh?” Luo Mingyu raised an eyebrow with a grin. “You seem very concerned. I won’t go up. You see—”

Before he could finish, Luo Mingyu—relaxed and unguarded—was suddenly shoved by Ling Ruoxi. Hidden force surged out, sending him flying onto the platform.

Landing steadily, Luo Mingyu was both amused and helpless. He glanced at the crowd below but couldn’t find that little troublemaker anywhere. Left with no choice, he turned to face the woman waiting for him.

“Miss Qian, three days apart, and you’re still as valiant and imposing as ever.”

The woman before him exuded the aura of a strong, capable leader—but it was a different kind from Ling Ruoxi. Qian Yi’s dominance was outward, meant for the whole world to see, while Ling Ruoxi’s was restrained, impossible to gauge at a glance.

Smiling faintly, Luo Mingyu said, “Princess, it seems you don’t welcome me very much.”

“How could that be?” Qian Yi replied coolly. “Since Young Master Luo is participating, please proceed. The eighteen kinds of weapons here are all at your disposal. I know you’re formidable, so… I will use my spear as well!”

She lifted a red-tasseled spear behind her and stood quietly on the platform, waiting.

Luo Mingyu always felt uncomfortable drawing weapons against a woman. Waving his hand casually, he smiled lightly. “Just come at me. I won’t use a weapon.”

“Hmph. Aren’t you being far too arrogant?” Qian Yi sneered. “Very well—take this!”

Even if he was the Evil King of Evil King Island, did he really think her lifelong martial training couldn’t touch even his clothes?

Killing intent flared in her eyes. With a light tap, the red-tasseled spear shot toward Luo Mingyu like lightning. Yet the man on the platform treated it as a stroll in the garden.

Her attacks were fierce, but he sidestepped with ease, hooking the spear lightly with his hand and guiding Qian Yi into his arms—then, as if remembering something, pushed the struggling woman away.

Luo Mingyu retreated in white robes, just releasing her, when Qian Yi suddenly spun around and thrust a returning spear straight at him. The spearhead brushed dangerously close, nearly slicing his clothes as he leapt from the edge of the platform back to its center—barely a centimeter from the blade.

Damn it!

Qian Yi’s face darkened. Was she really inferior to him? No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t even touch his sleeve?

She didn’t believe it!

With a furious shout, she charged again, spear aimed straight at Luo Mingyu’s heart.

At that moment, chaos erupted in the crowd. Before the spear could reach him, a purple figure dropped down first. With a flick of his finger, he knocked aside the spear, grabbed Luo Mingyu, and punched him hard in the stomach.

Uh…

The crowd below was stunned. What was going on now?

“Give me an explanation—what are you doing right now?!” Nangong Mo roared in a near-growl, almost pushing Luo Mingyu off the platform as he glared furiously at him.

It had only been a few days, and this man was already on someone else’s matchmaking platform? A martial contest for marriage—how nice! Was he just abandoning Ruoxi like that?

Helpless, Luo Mingyu scratched his head and smiled bitterly. “Don’t make a scene. Let go—I still need to finish the match.”

“Finish?” Nangong Mo sneered. “Fine! Let me see how much your fists and kicks have improved!”

He shoved Luo Mingyu aside, drew a long blade nearby, and turned his head toward the woman.

Black-clad, long hair tied back, her expression cold and distant—

Nangong Mo’s heart skipped. For a moment, he was dazed. She looked like someone from the past… stubborn, yet colder. Her attire, her spear—it all reminded him of Ruoxi.

“Have we… met somewhere before?” he asked, frowning.

Another man again!

Her match interrupted once more, Qian Yi’s eyes flashed coldly as she shouted, “That trick is too old. Take this!”

“Miss, please stop—I’m here to find… a friend, I—” Forced to retreat under her fierce attacks, Nangong Mo grabbed Luo Mingyu, trying to leave.

But that sly man twisted aside and jumped off the platform himself. Nangong Mo grabbed empty air and tried to follow—yet the woman behind him showed no mercy. Her spear strikes were relentless, each move lethal.

Nangong Mo’s expression grew solemn. He had completely forgotten what this platform was for, focusing only on how profound her techniques were, sealing off every retreat. With a turn of his blade, he slashed toward her.

Clang!

Weapons collided with a piercing sound. Purple and black figures intertwined, their movements sharp and breathtaking. Her cold beauty made hearts tremble.

Opposite her stood a handsome man, every motion exuding imperial dominance. He locked her spear with one hand, his blade at her throat. Instinctively, she retreated—but found herself already at the edge. One step back, and her center of gravity tipped outward.

“Careful!”

Startled, Nangong Mo quickly grabbed her wrist and wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her into his arms. Their sudden closeness made both of their cheeks flush.

“Hmph!”

A cold snort rang out as Qian Yi suddenly lifted her knee straight between Nangong Mo’s legs, showing no mercy at all.

Nangong Mo never expected that move. His face twisted in pain as he instantly let go.

“My apologies, miss,” he said through clenched teeth, turning toward the crowd and preparing to leave.

But the people below wouldn’t let him.

“Hey, young master! You won—you have to marry the Princess!”

“That’s right! We all saw it. You saved the Princess—you can’t just leave!”

“Exactly! You can’t go!”

The crowd surged forward, and Nangong Mo’s expression darkened even further. He didn’t want to act against ordinary people—and yet he was pushed right back onto the platform.

Wait.

A flash of insight struck him. Nangong Mo suddenly raised his head, staring at the woman.

“You’re… Qian Yi? General Qian’s daughter, the Princess?”

“Yes!” Qian Yi answered coldly, trying to find Luo Mingyu—but he was nowhere to be seen. Anger flared within her.

That man had ruined her entire plan. She was supposed to marry Luo Mingyu to win him over!