Chapter 234 - 115: I’m Not Even Afraid of My Mom, So Why Would I Be Afraid of You?

Chapter 234: Chapter 115: I’m Not Even Afraid of My Mom, So Why Would I Be Afraid of You?

Everyone in the entire Imperial Clan Court was rendered silent by this person named Ying Rui.

Anyone with eyes could see that Ying Rui’s Innate condition was exceptionally mediocre.

Even among the Martial Scholars, he was in the bottom tier.

You could even tell his family background was poor. Although he had visible muscle definition, he still looked sallow and gaunt.

Aside from his solid Swordsmanship fundamentals, he had almost no other redeeming qualities.

A person like that.

It was already a miracle he’d managed to pass the Prefecture Examination.

And now...

He had fought his way through three mansions in a row!

And they were the three mansions with the strongest overall power!

In over ten consecutive matches, Ying Rui had used a total of five types of Magic.

The Exorcism Word Proverbs, capable of dispelling all malevolent poisons.

The Ji Character Proverbs, which increased both movement and attack speed to an outrageous degree.

The Power Word Proverbs, which multiplied his strength several times over out of thin air, allowing his Long Sword to match the force of a massive spear.

The Zhen Character Proverbs, a top-tier Forbidden Skill that could make even someone with a superior physical body like Zhao Yong feel as if they were trapped in a mire.

And the Imperial Word Proverbs. Once activated, it was like being encased in steel armor. He had taken two spear strikes from Zhao Qian and emerged completely unscathed.

Just these five types of Magic had transformed a boy with a mediocre physique into a figure akin to a War God.

No matter how sheltered they were,

they could guess that this was very likely related to the Yun Dynasty.

Fierce flames seemed to ignite in everyone’s eyes. If the Yun Dynasty could be established, and all of Great Yu’s soldiers mastered this kind of Magic, just how formidable would they be?

And the secrets of the Yun Dynasty...

...all seemed to rest on the shoulders of this arrogant young man.

But none of them understood.

Why would someone as arrogant as Ying Rui, who hadn’t even bothered with the weaker members of the other three mansions, now single out Yang Mo from the Tenth Prince’s Mansion?

Zhao Ci also wanted nothing more than to strangle the little brat.

’Lao Mo!’

’Oh, Lao Mo!’

He really didn’t understand. The Talisman Paper from the system had always been incredibly effective.

The description for the Rash Man Talisman said it would make one’s thoughts be dominated by courage until the point of exhaustion.

’But looking at him now, it doesn’t seem to be working on Lao Mo at all, does it?’

Lao Mo’s condition had just started to improve, and then he runs into this jinx.

On top of that, Ying Rui had even said he didn’t need to use any of that Magic against such a waste of space.

One could only imagine.

If Lao Mo got crushed, his spirit would surely suffer a devastating blow.

On the Martial Arts Arena.

The two stood facing each other.

Yang Mo glared at Ying Rui, his eyes filled with rage.

Ying Rui, however, looked perfectly at ease, sizing him up mockingly. "You look angry, but I can see the cowardice in your eyes."

Yang Mo: "..."

Ying Rui sneered. "Do you know why I only challenged the strong from the other mansions, but picked the weakest one when it came to the Tenth Prince’s Mansion?"

Yang Mo: "..."

Ying Rui answered his own question. "I picked them to prove that I’m strong. I’ve already succeeded in proving that, so there’s no need to do it again. I picked you because... people like you who get by on connections are the parasites of the dynasty. The existence of people like you will only drag down Great Yu’s progress toward becoming a Yun Dynasty!

And I am destined to be the foremost contributor to the founding of the Yun Dynasty!

How could I possibly allow someone like you to occupy the position of a Mansion Official?

Of course.

I am just an unknown Junior Official from Qin Land.

I can’t influence the appointment or dismissal of officials, nor can I change the rules of the Imperial Clan Court.

But I will make you lose in the most humiliating way possible.

After you lose, you can feel free to stay in the Tenth Prince’s Mansion.

We’ll just see if you’re shameless enough to do it!"

Yang Mo: "..."

Zhao Huan: "..."

Zhao Ci: "???"

’This guy’s mouth is so foul!’

’Destined to be the foremost contributor to the founding of the Yun Dynasty?’

’Damn it!’

Zhu Li couldn’t take it anymore. She shot to her feet, rolling up her sleeves and brandishing her fair arms. "This guy is so infuriating! I have to go burn him!"

Zhao Ci quickly pushed her back down. "Don’t! Lao Mo has to face this himself, so let him. We’ll have plenty of chances to teach that guy a lesson later!"

"No, I have to..."

"Sit down!"

"Fine..."

Zhu Li sat down resentfully.

Zhao Ci sighed to himself. In an extreme situation like this, it would naturally be a good thing if he could help Yang Mo avoid it.

But since it had come to this...

Flinching from the fight would only leave a deeper psychological scar.

Lao Mo couldn’t overcome his psychological trauma, but he understood this principle well, so he still chose to force himself to enter the arena despite his fear.

Seeing that Ying Rui was about to spew more trash talk,

Zhao Ci spoke up. "Seventh Imperial Brother, you may begin."

Zhao Yan gave a faint nod and sat down. A Junior Official from the Imperial Clan Court then struck the Bronze Bell at the opportune moment.

"CLANG!"

The instant the bell rang,

Yang Mo threw out a poison packet and detonated it with his True Qi, but he reflexively flinched, wanting to curl into a ball.

Fortunately, he caught himself.

He fought back the impulse to cower, but he didn’t dare raise his sword and charge. He simply gripped the hilt with both hands, staring intently at Ying Rui.

"Heh!"

Ying Rui let out a cold laugh. His lips hummed, and he cast the Exorcism Word Proverbs. A holy light shone, and the poisonous mist on the field instantly vanished into thin air.

Although Yang Mo had expected this result, seeing it with his own eyes still sent a chill through his heart.

Though he was considered a scion of a great clan, his Innate condition was even worse than that of a commoner. He had only barely reached the qualifying standard through his parents’ perverse torment.

He practiced martial arts diligently, but because his aptitude was lacking, he was only average for his age.

And while his Poison Skill hadn’t yet reached the level where he could integrate poisons into his True Qi, it was still his greatest reliance.

For a moment, the hand gripping his sword began to tremble.

Even though he knew that if Ying Rui kept his promise and didn’t use his other Yun Chao Skills, he wouldn’t be considered much of an expert.

But he just couldn’t control his fear.

Without his Poison Skill, he had no sense of security at all.

Because his parents had told him that, apart from his Poison Skill, he was worthless compared to everyone else.

"What’s wrong?"