Her elder sister steals her husband? She marries the God of War and is pampered beyond measure!

Chapter 194 Did Fathers Also Compete in Ancient Times? Tang Jingzhi

The outcome is decided; the victor is already determined.

Xue Ting seemed a little stunned, after all, the last move was too fast, so much so that he didn't even know how he lost.

The sword in his hand was deflected by Shen Muyao's spear and fell a foot away.

Shen Muyao said "Thank you for your kind words" in a calm tone, then walked over, picked up the sword, and praised it as "a fine sword" when returning it to Xue Ting.

Xue Ting accepted the gift with a stern face, cupped his hands in greeting, and stepped off the stage.

The attack was too fast, and Shangguan Qingqi's words had distracted her, so Su Mowan couldn't see how Xue Ting lost. Her brows furrowed under her mask.

Shangguan Qingqi was also stunned for a moment, then scoffed: "It's been so many years, and you're still using this trick. However, the speed has increased considerably."

Su Mowan sat a few inches closer.

She whispered, "Do you know Shen Muyao's last move?"

"of course I know."

As Shangguan Qingqi spoke, he glanced at Shen Muyao, who had come down from the arena, and narrowed his eyes, "I lost because of this move earlier."

Su Mowan really wanted to ask when they lost, but that wasn't the point, so she didn't ask. Instead, she asked worriedly, "Have you figured out a way to counter this? If there are no surprises, you'll be meeting this afternoon."

While she was worrying about others, Shangguan Qingqi remained relaxed and calm.

"In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken. As long as I am faster than him, this move is no threat."

Although Su Mowan thought Shangguan Qingqi was also very skilled, she wasn't sure she could have dodged the attack if she had been the one fighting Shen Muyao.

Shangguan Qingqi should be similar to her.

Another gong sounded, followed by the announcement, "Shen Muyao wins."

Su Mowan looked up.

Xue Ting sat down opposite him. Although his face didn't look good, it wasn't the dejected look of someone who had failed. On closer inspection, it looked more like regret.

Xue Ting was indeed filled with regret.

He lost the final move because his swordsmanship was not refined enough. But he was only regretful. Although he had the upper hand at the beginning with his moves, it was clear that Shen Muyao's skill was indeed deeper than his.

He deserved to lose.

Despite being the winner, Shen Muyao showed no joy on his face. When Su Mowan looked over, her gaze met his.

The gaze was less directed at her and more at her and Shangguan Qingqi.

Su Mowan tugged at Shangguan Qingqi beside her and announced, "Hey, hey, your opponent is beckoning you with his eyes."

Shangguan Qingqi also turned his head.

He curled his lip at Shen Muyao and gave a provocative smile.

Then he put his elbow on Su Mowan's shoulder and whispered in her ear, "Just wait and see. If we have no other choice, I won't hesitate to use the trick you used back then. I guarantee he'll lose miserably."

"That move I used back then?" Su Mowan didn't react for a moment.

Shangguan Qingqi gave an ambiguous smile.

"Pick a bird from between the legs."

"..."

Su Mowan was speechless. Using such a vulgar tactic in a serious competition, it was a wonder he could be so shameless.

Seeing the two of them behaving intimately with their arms around each other, completely disregarding everyone's gaze, Shen Muyao's eyes flashed with intense disgust, and she frowned and turned her face away.

Naturally, some of the examiners were unhappy, and to make matters worse, some were even fanning the flames.

As soon as Su Mobai saw the two below start to put their arms around each other, he started to make a fuss with his words.

"I'm not bragging, but people in my family are naturally charming and always the center of attention wherever they go. Even though she's married to you, Mo Wan's charm is only getting more and more incredible."

As it happened, many people noticed the two behaving intimately and began to pay attention to their interactions, so their eyes were constantly darting around them.

Seeing this, Murong Jing realized that all those gazes were directed at Su Mowan. His eyes turned cold, and he wished he could drive all of them out of the martial arts arena.

Su Mobai calmly picked up the tea that had long since gone cold, took a very elegant sip, and said with a smug look of excitement, "But that's normal. Who can blame us for our Mo Wan not only being beautiful, but also having an extraordinary personality? Where have those ordinary people ever seen such a celestial being? It's understandable that they would take a second look."

The gazes of ordinary people became increasingly bold and direct, prompting His Highness Prince Qin to consider going down and dragging Su Mowan away.

Unaware of the situation, Su Mowan and Shangguan Qingqi were chatting happily.

When will it be your turn to play?

"What's the rush? The most important characters always appear last."

"You're really confident. Shen Muyao has already taken the stage, so according to your logic, shouldn't he have stayed behind?"

Shangguan Qingqi hooked his arm around her shoulder, his cool breath brushing against her ear.

"Let me put it this way, there were some arrangements made in this. My father naturally contributed a lot of money, and the reason Shen Muyao wasn't placed last is probably because his father didn't pay enough."

"..."

Was it really true that relying on one's father's connections was popular in ancient times?

Su Mowan moved her head to the side: "Looks like you're a rich second-generation."

"What rich second generation?"

"I'm praising your dad for being rich."

"It wasn't much money; almost all of it was given to me by others."

"..."

Su Mowan pulled his elbow off her shoulder and said in a low voice with admiration, "You are the legendary professional at 'pitting your dad for a hundred years'."

"what?"

Shangguan Qingqi suddenly lost his support and almost fell over.

The martial arts competition continued on the arena.

Two more matches were held, both against people Su Mowan didn't recognize, and their martial arts moves weren't particularly remarkable. It wasn't until the ninth match that a truly outstanding figure emerged.

The man was about the same height as Shangguan Qingqi, wearing a light blue long robe, with a handsome face and a faint smile on his lips, making him instantly likable.

Su Mowan felt that the person looked familiar, but she couldn't remember who he resembled, so she frowned and scanned him back and forth.

Shangguan Qingqi couldn't stand it anymore, so he moved his elbow and poked her arm.

"Aren't you being a bit too blatant? Do you think any good-looking man is destined to be targeted by you?"

Su Mowan rolled her eyes.

"I just felt that this person looked familiar."

"Of course you find him familiar. This person is Tang Minzhi's older brother, Tang Jingzhi."

Su Mowan suddenly realized.

"Oh, so he's Tang Minzhi's brother. No wonder he looked so familiar. These two brothers look so alike."

It really does resemble it; if not seven out of ten, it's at least five.

Shangguan Qingqi rolled her eyes at her: "So what if other brothers look alike? It's really strange that you and Su Mobai look alike too!"

"..."

That's hard to understand. Does it mean Su Mobai looks effeminate? Or does it mean she looks too masculine?

Su Mowan could tell that Tang Minzhi didn't know martial arts, but she didn't expect his brother to take the martial arts exam.

She couldn't help but take another closer look at Tang Jingzhi, who was calm and composed on the stage. Although he, like Tang Minzhi, had an air of scholarly elegance, Tang Jingzhi seemed to have more imposing presence.

After all, he was two years older than Tang Minzhi, which was normal.

Shangguan Qingqi suddenly whispered in her ear in a sarcastic tone, "How old is Su Mobai? I've never heard of him getting close to any girls. Doesn't anyone want him?"

Su Mowan rolled her eyes at him upon hearing this.

They've even resorted to personal attacks?

In Su Mowan's eyes now, Su Mobai is perfect in every way, and she can't stand anyone saying anything bad about him.

She immediately retorted to Shangguan Qingqi without any politeness: "That's because my brother doesn't think much of him. My brother is such a perfect person, how could an ordinary girl be worthy of him? As for you, I've never seen you get close to any girl."

Actually, Su Mowan really wanted to ask, "You don't really like men, do you?", but she felt it was inappropriate to say it.

"If he doesn't like me, then naturally I don't like him either. There is no woman in the world who is good enough for me. The only one who is good enough for me is already married."

As Shangguan Qingqi spoke, he gave her a resentful look.

Su Mowan immediately got goosebumps, gave me a 'stay away from me' look, and turned back to continue watching the competition on the stage.

Tang Jingzhi's opponent was a young man dressed in a brown short jacket. He was clearly not a rich young master, but probably came from the military.

The stance was very impressive, showing that the skill was indeed solid.

Tang Jingzhi, sitting opposite him, maintained a faint smile throughout, exuding elegance, which made the other man feel embarrassed to make the first move, his expression a mixture of embarrassment and urging.

Su Mowan found it interesting, and a beautiful smile curved her lips.

Naturally, some people's complexions darkened, while others' complexions improved.

Unaware of what was happening, Su Mowan continued to focus on the arena.

The two on the stage finally made their move, with Tang Jingzhi striking first. Clearly, Tang Jingzhi used skillful technique, while the other man relied on brute force.

Of course, that man's weapon, the iron-ringed broadsword, was only suitable for brute force.

Tang Jingzhi's weapon was unexpected, or rather, it couldn't be called a weapon at all; it was actually a long flute. This suited his refined and elegant demeanor perfectly, even his fighting was graceful.

Suddenly, the blade slashed at the flute, but Tang Jingzhi neither dodged nor avoided it, and went straight to meet it.

With a flick of his wrist, the flute gently brushed against the back of the knife, and the knife seemed to be pulled to the side.

A look of obvious shock flashed across the opponent's face. He quickly flipped his wrist, exerted force, and swung the broadsword back, slashing at Tang Jingzhi.

Tang Jingzhi was currently on his opponent's right. If the knife was fast enough and powerful enough, it could definitely cause the legendary waist-cutting.

Just by listening to the whistling sound of the blade being swung, one could tell that Tang Jingzhi's opponent was exceptionally strong.

The audience held their breath, worried for Tang Jingzhi.

Everyone was worried for him, but Tang Jingzhi himself showed no sign of panic. Su Mowan, sitting below the stage, stared intently without blinking.

She knew Tang Jingzhi had a plan, but she was curious about what method he would use.

Just as the wind whipped up by the blade reached Tang Jingzhi's light blue belt, and everyone instinctively closed their eyes.

Tang Jingzhi suddenly leaned back, almost parallel to the ground, and kicked upwards with one leg, his toe striking his opponent's wrist.

The heavy broadsword flew out of his hand, whistling through the air, and hurtled towards Su Mowan below the stage.