The Soldier King Becomes a Useless Little Girl

Chapter 274: Well-Deserved

"Little ghost, if you have to blame something, blame your poor fate. Watch how I deal with you shortly."

Jin Chen glared at Little Xinzhuo with ill intent when he saw the order of the duel.

Deal with the younger one first, then deal with the elder.

Neither Xin Lin nor Murong Ziyue are getting away today.

Jin Chen looked self-assured.

Little Xinzhuo, fearless, glared back at him.

"Ahzhuo, be careful. Jin Chen likes to play dirty. If you can’t beat him, concede immediately. Better to keep the green mountains intact, than to burn all the firewood at once."

Xin Lin was somewhat worried and advised.

Ahzhuo is a Basic-level Spirit Master, whereas Jin Chen’s true strength is that of a Xuanwu Triple. If they really fight, it’s still unknown who is stronger or weaker.

Xin Lin was not worried about Ahzhuo’s strength but concerned that Jin Chen might resort to the same vile tricks as last time.

"Sister, don’t worry, I definitely won’t bring shame to you or our mother."

Little Xinzhuo waved his fists, eager and ready to go.

"Ziyue is up next."

While the siblings were talking, the first group of contenders had already taken the stage, with Murong Ziyue facing Cheng Xingwu.

Xin Lin recognized both competitors.

Cheng Xingwu, a contestant at the Xuanwu Second Realm, came from a modest background without notable support, so reaching the Imperial Examination was no easy feat.

Therefore, even though Ziyue was his opponent today, he was fully energized without a hint of retreat.

Both parties performed a courteous gesture.

Facing Ziyue, Cheng Xingwu couldn’t afford to be negligent. As soon as he entered the stage, he let out a low shout, and his whole body’s bones crackled, channeling all his strength into his fists.

His knuckles changed, turning a bronzed red.

"Copper Hammer Fist," a basic Beginner Cultivation Technique, instantly turns one’s fists as tough and enduring as cast bronze.

Similar to Xin Lin’s Ghost God Fist, both are boxing techniques, and Xin Lin couldn’t help but take a closer inspection.

Cheng Xingwu stepped forward, unleashing a rapid flurry of punches that soon enveloped Ziyue completely.

"Cheng Xingwu’s boxing is executed quite skillfully, looks like he’s not going to be easy to handle."

Xin Lin listened as several other candidates nearby discussed.

Xin Lin’s eyes unblinkingly watched the two on the stage.

"Too many flaws; this boxing technique is simply full of them."

Cheng Xingwu’s boxing, considered decent by other candidates, was crisp and neat, targeting many of Ziyue’s vital spots.

But in Xin Lin’s eyes, it was nothing special.

To Xin Lin, Cheng Xingwu’s movements were excruciatingly slow, like watching a movie in slow-motion, and according to the Pride Corpse, peppered with numerous flaws.

"Ugh, why did I think of Pride Corpse?"

Xin Lin curled his lips.

Such a technique stood no chance against Murong Ziyue.

"His movement technique is ok, but the boxing technique is subpar."

"Is the Emperor reminded of the time when he first started practicing boxing?"

"Speaking of the past, I was too dull, inferior in both literature and martial arts to Bei Qing. At their age, it’s a pity... Now Bei Qing, he..."

Emperor Longteng and Empress Feng shared their sentiments from atop the Dragon Throne.

Empress Feng’s mouth displayed a pleasant smile, but her eyes lingered on Little Xinzhuo.

For some reason, Empress Feng thought she saw a familiar look in the eyes of that child, reminiscent of General Shi of the past.

Could that child be an illegitimate offspring of the Shi family?

Empress Feng’s beautiful eyes deepened, and she glanced at Zhang Zhiqing on the field. The opponent swiftly made eye contact with the Empress and discreetly nodded.