Chapter 130: Can't Keep Up the Act Anymore

The intermission ended, and both sides returned to the field once again. This time, the surrounding spectators were not as frenzied and excited as before, after all, watching their own hometown's former war god of Southern Qi being beaten down by the Bei Di people right at their doorstep was truly uncomfortable.

Some people didn't even want to watch this match whose outcome was already decided; finding it aggravating, they chose to leave one after another.

Another group prepared to leave as well, but feeling unwilling, they stood up and were about to walk out, yet still turned back with reluctance to glance one last time at the field behind them.

Suddenly their bodies froze in place, and a flash of wild joy crossed their eyes as they shouted loudly at the people who had already walked far ahead.

"Goal! Prince Rui scored!"

"What? A goal? By the Bei Di?"

"Are you stupid? It's our Southern Qi! Southern Qi!"

The surrounding crowd once again fell into chaos, and for a moment they sat back down, staring fixedly at the field.

On the field, Xiao Yin and the others, who had just been a loose mess, now seemed as if each had received a divine omen, galloping on their horses across the field.

Their cooperation felt extraordinarily tacit; whoever intercepted the Bei Di's ball would pass it to Xiao Yin.

This time Xiao Yin did not act foolishly; the limpid peach-blossom eyes once again ignited a brightness that had not been lit in seven years.

With a clear goal, brave charge, and superb horsemanship, the Bei Di people could not defend against him at all.

Princess Yuanqing was tightly entangled by Yun Duo and Lin Rujun, unable to break free.

Zuo Feichen and Ling Feng firmly locked onto Tuoba Heng, who then discovered with surprise that Zuo Feichen looked delicate and frail, yet his movements were remarkably agile, his horsemanship top-notch, and even his martial arts were not weak.

However, the look Zuo Feichen gave him sent shivers down his spine, making him feel as if Zuo Feichen wished to strike his head down with a pole.

He had never seen this youth before, yet felt as if they shared a deep grudge.

Thus, the two most intimidating figures of the Bei Di were both tightly bound, leaving only Tuo Ba Yu to block Xiao Yin's advance—hardly a match for him.

Tuo Ba Yu's pair of purple eyes gradually grew a hint of ferocity; his participation in this match was mainly due to the bet between his elder sister, Princess Yuanqing, and Gu Jiu Ling.

As long as Gu Jiu Ling lost, Xiao Yin would have to divorce his wife and remarry, which he would welcome gladly.

Yet the now-unshadowed Xiao Yin was truly formidable; he had kept his talents hidden in Southern Qi, and if he revealed his true strength now, it might be inappropriate.

Just as Tuo Ba Yu hesitated, Xiao Yin fiercely swung his club and dealt a heavy blow.

"Great!"

"Prince, mighty!"

"Tied! Tied!"

In a short time, Xiao Yin had already scored three consecutive goals, tying the Bei Di.

The atmosphere around exploded completely; everyone rose to their feet, and cheers surged like waves.

Seated in the place of honor, Emperor Longqing watched Xiao Yin's unrestrained arrogance, as if seeing again that youth from seven years ago, his cold eyes slowly narrowing.

"Another goal!"

Lin Jingyuan's voice cracked from shouting, then he quickly realized his persona as a graceful young master and hurriedly suppressed the excitement welling up inside.

Everyone stood up; even the noble ladies beneath the awnings rarely lost their composure, rising one after another to clap and cheer.

Only Gu Jiu Ling stared fixedly at that man on the horse field, charge after charge, score after score, knowing that he had returned.

"Another one!" Lin Jingyuan no longer knew how to express his feelings.

He had been studying at the academy run by the Li family of Jiangnan all along, never having seen what the true Prince Rui was like.

Later he returned to Jing Cheng to enter officialdom; at that time, Prince Rui had already had all his sharpness worn away by the battle at Qi Sha Gu.

Now, observing his every move exuding dominance, and seeing him lead his team like an incomparably sharp dagger, repeatedly piercing the opponent's heart,

Lin Jingyuan then realized how terrifying the true Prince Rui was—he possessed that aura that made everyone following him feel certain of victory.

"Heaven! Another one!"

"The Prince actually overtook the Bei Di barbarians by three!"

"Bei Di barbarians, are you even capable?"

"They must be about to cry."

The onlookers burst into loud laughter, Tuoba Heng's face darkened nearly to the bottom, his anger reaching its peak.

His pupils flashed; seeing that he could not break free from Zuo Feichen and Ling Feng's entanglement, a cluster of poisoned silver needles shot from his sleeve toward Ling Feng.

"Careful!" Zuo Feichen's expression changed; he swung his sleeve, unleashing powerful inner force that billowed the sleeve, instantly blocking for Ling Feng.

Yet two of the silver needles still pierced into Ling Feng's flesh.

"Poisonous!" Zuo Feichen exclaimed; Ling Feng, without a second thought, dropped his club, drew the dagger from his waist, and viciously stabbed it into his arm, gouging out the flesh where the poisoned needles had entered.

Blood instantly soaked Ling Feng's arm, and the onlookers loudly condemned.

Tuoba Heng finally seized this opening and charged toward Xiao Yin.

"Still want any shame?"

"Actually using hidden weapons?"

"Only trash uses hidden weapons!"

The surrounding populace had long been furious.

Nevertheless, Tuoba Heng, desperate to win, was practically mad to get hold of that landscape map.

With a swish, Zuo Feichen threw aside his club, pulled out an iron fan, which unfolded into the sharpest weapon.

He spurred his horse and slammed straight into Tuoba Heng, raising his hand as the iron fan slashed toward Tuoba Heng's face.

"Nice kid! Such a vicious move!" Tuoba Heng thought that Zuo Feichen's martial arts were not just good—they could be described as stunning.

He had no choice but to turn and engage Zuo Feichen in combat, seeing that half an incense stick had nearly burned down, the match was about to end.

Princess Yuanqing broke out in a cold sweat, whipped her lash at Yun Duo, who took the blow head-on, leaving three blood streaks across her delicate cheeks.

"Shameless! Is this considered tearing apart one's face?"

Lin Rujun cursed, her whip already unfastened from her waist, directly entangling Princess Yuanqing's whip as the two grappled together.

The surrounding spectators had long been dumbfounded, wondering how a fight had broken out.

Xiao Ting intercepted the ball from Bei Di's side and once again sent it to Xiao Yin's front.

Suddenly Tuo Ba Yu leapt up from his horse, and with a pole in midair he snatched the ball from Xiao Yin's hand; the ball flew entirely into midair.

A sudden change occurred, and everyone stared blankly at the white-clad youth who had leapt into the air.

Isn't that Bei Di waste of a prince supposed to not know martial arts? He's sickly every day—where does he even have the appearance of a person?

This time, not to mention those who know martial arts, even ordinary martial artists cannot reach this level; unless they are top-tier experts, their lightness skill wouldn't be this formidable.

Xiao Yin directly leapt up from horseback, exchanged palms with Tuo Ba Yu, and slapped him away; this time he used all his internal energy.

Can't beat you to death, kid! Finally can't keep up the act, huh?