Chapter 746 - 708: He Will Bring Good Luck to Everyone
Chapter 746: Chapter 708: He Will Bring Good Luck to Everyone
If countries wage war against each other,
it’s likely that the disputes won’t be resolved, and instead, national strength will be further weakened.
At that time, other countries could easily swallow up the four nations.
The rulers of these small countries are not fools and wouldn’t do such things.
National-scale wars are not feasible, so a small-scale competition is held to determine victory or defeat.
This competition conference will determine, based on the final outcome, the three-year ownership of several disputed areas.
The more wins, the more tax revenue from prosperous cities one can gain.
For Prince Cheng, it’s impossible not to place importance on the tax revenue from multiple cities.
The reason to go out of his way to invite Mo Wanshui for help is also due to this.
For Prince Cheng, of course, there are additional reasons.
Apart from national affairs, there’s also his own personal interest.
The current Sovereign of Cangye Country is childless.
Seventeen concubines, yet none have borne a child.
The Sovereign of Cangye plans to adopt a child under his command, and the selection of this child requires the princes to perform well.
Shen Han is not interested in the internal reasons of the Cangye Country, and simply wishes to witness the strength of the powerful individuals at this competition conference.
From their moves, he hopes to gain some inspiration for himself.
Time is pressing, as the official competition starts tomorrow.
The triennial competition conference is always held in Lin City.
The people here have gotten used to it.
Today, Lin City was bustling, and the inns couldn’t accommodate so many people.
All countries were prepared and set up camp.
As for Mo Wanshui, he was indeed qualified to stay at an inn.
But, just as everyone thought, Mo Wanshui found a spot by the roadside and lay down there.
Shen Han saw this scene from a distance.
Many passed by the road, yet no one laughed at him.
Instead, they even saluted and addressed him as Venerable.
Mo Wanshui is renowned even here.
Even those who aren’t from Cangye Country show him great respect when they see him.
One night passed.
At 7:00 AM, those participating in the competition conference arrived at the edge of the field.
Shen Han followed the crowd, reaching the outskirts of the field.
The competition field ahead resembled a gigantic coliseum.
The center was a large competition area, surrounded by standing spectators.
On Cangye Country’s side, members of the royal family brought along powerful warriors.
However, only ten people could enter the competition field.
Including the flag bearer, there were only eleven people.
This time, naturally, Mo Wanshui, invited by Prince Cheng, was the most eye-catching figure.
On paper, Mo Wanshui appeared to be the strongest.
With him as a safeguard, Cangye Country stood a great chance this time.
Just about 7:00 AM, the time the competition was scheduled to begin.
A group gathered to discuss strategies, but Mo Wanshui did not participate.
The other three countries, Purple Rudder Country, Aofeng Country, and Lanyu Country, were similarly making arrangements.
People from all countries carried some confidence.
After all, each nation had called upon their own powerful warriors.
Competitions are not just about who has a big reputation; unexpected events can always occur.
As the competition was about to begin, Mo Wanshui’s scholar received a signal, suddenly approaching Mo Wanshui, and then stepping forward to the crowd.
"The Venerable says he will take the flag."
The outcome of this competition conference is determined by the state of each country’s flag.
The flag that is cut down first leads to that country’s elimination.
The flag bearer plays a crucial role; a skilled one can bring great relief to others.
But now, Mo Wanshui assigned the role of the flag bearer to someone.
And that flag bearer was Shen Han.
The scholar pointed at Shen Han in the back of the crowd.
"The Venerable says, although this man is like a piece of dog feces, he is a lucky piece of dog feces.
Having him carry the flag would bring good luck to everyone."
The scholar spoke in a childish voice.
The voice was childish, but quite loud.
Those around heard this and their faces showed amused smiles.
Dog feces...
To be called dog feces right before so many people.
And also being prefixed with a lucky descriptor, making it sound even more ridiculous.
Prince Cheng, upon seeing it was Shen Han, hesitated but still approached.
"Please sir, for the sake of the bigger picture. Afterward, the Prince Mansion will offer a substantial reward."
At this critical moment, Prince Cheng has placed all hopes on Mo Wanshui.
No problems can arise now.
Shen Han squinted his eyes, looking at Mo Wanshui.
After a moment of hesitation, he stepped forward and took the flag.
Behind him, words of distrust began to emerge.
"Called dog feces and still goes to carry the flag..."
"It’s like Cangye Country is missing a powerful warrior..."
There was much idle talk, and the conflicts fell on Shen Han.
Although it was Mo Wanshui’s request, the blame was directed at Shen Han.
In the competition field, it was divided into four parts.
Each part represented a country.
Ten people carried out offenses and defenses, while one bore the flag, in a four-way melee.
The rules seemed simple enough, but in reality, there were many intricacies involved.
This type of competition has been held over thirty times, and the countries have developed certain strategies.
For instance, a disadvantaged country might provoke a melee.
They’d create chaos, trying to reshuffle the situation.
The side with the advantage would aim to eliminate others, always hoping to make the situation clear and stable.
Amid various strategic methods, some would always think to sneak attack others’ flags.
In past years, it’s not uncommon for the advantaged side to have their flag cut first.
In the field, the competition had started.
The flag bearers stood close to the edge, avoiding sneak attacks from behind.
On Cangye Country’s side, Mo Wanshui lay down, right next to Shen Han, seemingly with the intention of protecting the flag.
"Just stand and don’t move, and also, turn your face away; looking at you is somewhat uncomfortable."
Mo Wanshui directly spoke to Shen Han in a somewhat hoarse voice.
People around, upon hearing Mo Wanshui speak, were drawn to his words.
However, Shen Han simply ignored him, his eyes fixed intently on the center of the field.
He was waiting for these people to start their competition.
In a swift motion, the people ahead moved.
From Cangye Country, nine people launched an attack directly.
Except for Lanyu Country, the other two countries had at least three people guarding the flag.
Only Lanyu Country, also had just one person standing beside the flag bearer, and this individual was quite young.
It appeared he was around Shen Han’s age, maybe slightly older, having just passed thirty at most.
Shen Han’s gaze fell onto the field.
At this moment, everyone had already taken action.
Power erupted out, Sixth Grade First Snow Realm...
A group of people all at the Sixth Grade First Snow Realm level.
Shen Han even rubbed his eyes, suspecting that he might have seen incorrectly.
Within the battle situation, the competition became increasingly intense.
Sword momentum and sword qi crisscrossed.
Seeing their serious expressions, it didn’t seem like they were joking.
The powerful warriors summoned by these countries were merely at the Sixth Grade First Snow Realm...
In an instant, a faint sense of disappointment rose in Shen Han’s heart.
Taking a deep breath, Shen Han still internally consoled himself.
After all, in this piece of heaven and earth, there existed a powerful suppression.
Resisting this suppressive force, reaching the Sixth Grade First Snow Realm, indeed isn’t so simple.
Observing their moves, in their techniques, there was a hint of the Yan Country Technique.
Presumably, many of these people were from Yan Country years ago.
Once they ended up here, they completely severed all contact with those outside the realm from Yan Country.
"Watch over your flag."
Beside him, Mo Wanshui spoke once more.
The aged voice carried a strong tone of disdain.
Outside the field, Prince Cheng also called out: "Please sir, lend your aid to guard the flag."
Prince Cheng felt his head throbbing with worry.
Even while outside the field, he had so much to worry about.
Shen Han glanced at Prince Cheng, nodding slightly. At least this prince was polite and not disagreeable.
Putting on a defensive stance, Shen Han’s gaze continued to watch the actions of those so-called "powerful warriors."
At the Sixth Grade First Snow Realm, in terms of strength and realm, indeed there was a huge gap.
Shen Han held little interest in their techniques and methods.
His curiosity was piqued about how they resisted the suppression within this realm.