Chapter 1171

"A great ambition does not always lie within the court; I saw ambition in his eyes, but it was not the ordinary kind aimed at fame, status, or money. Such a person is hard to control, so one can only befriend them deeply."

"Haha, precisely such a person is also the easiest to gain fame, status, and money." The Young Master gave a self-mocking laugh.

Compared to the other's wholehearted sincerity and lofty ambition, she was nothing more than a golden canary in a cage.

It was rare to have a few days of freedom, so she came out to tour the mountains and waters.

"Your... Young Master has keen insight." Captain Fan Qinghai nearly misspoke again and quickly offered a flattering remark.

"I heard something happened at Beast Pen City?" The Young Master suddenly said, and her eyes quickly cooled as well.

"Yes, I just received a letter from Legion Commander Xuan Wuji of the Eternal Night Legion; it seems the Young Master is a certain elder brother."

"Hmph!"

The Young Master gave a cold snort and slapped the equally priceless tabletop beside her.

"This is simply too outrageous!"

"Father's health is still robust, but what about them? One after another, behind the scenes they do such things — are they afraid Father doesn't know their intentions?"

Perhaps because she was too angry, the Young Master's voice in an instant changed into a clear, ethereal female voice, accidentally revealing her true tone.

But there were no outsiders in this captain's cabin, and the Young Master did not care about this.

"What does the Young Master plan to do?" Fan Qinghai did not dare look at the Young Master before him, keeping his head lowered, faithful like a subordinate — though in fact he was not one.

"The Tang family has lived too comfortably over these years. Colluding with my brothers to do such things, they no longer have any reason to exist."

"Wipe them out!"

"Yes."

A single casual word from the Young Master before him sent a deep chill through Fan Qinghai.

The Young Master's true identity was no rich family's noble young master; in fact, she was the beloved youngest daughter of His Majesty the Emperor of the Empire, bearing the title Yongan Princess.

Although Her Highness did not take part in the factional struggles among the various Imperial Princes, her existence could affect the long-standing balance among them.

Now this Highness was finally going to make her move!

One could imagine how surprised the other Imperial Princes would be; the court, turbulent for years, might perhaps gain a brief peace because of this.

"The victor is still our Forger and his metal guards — let us congratulate him on achieving four consecutive victories!"

"Who will the next challenger be?"

"Please step onto the stage!"

Four consecutive wins in a row, each time crushed by five mechanical servants, gradually cooled the heads of the challengers below; they no longer foolishly thought "I can do it too" like before.

The following two matches saw not only speed-type martial artists but also power-type martial artists take the field, yet their outcomes were undoubtedly defeat.

The five mechanical servants not only had astonishing combat power but also worked in seamless coordination, able to focus their attacks on an enemy's weakness. Take the earlier speed-type martial artist: his movement was too agile to be caught by the mechanical servants, and he intended to take them down one by one, but afterward the mechanical servants chose to swarm together, cutting off his escape routes, forcing him to fight them head-on, and ultimately he lost.

Then there was the later power-type martial artist: his strength slightly surpassed the mechanical servants by a margin, but this time the mechanical servants chose to encircle him, drawing fire head-on while launching surprise attacks from the flanks and rear. In the end, the power-type martial artist was besieged from five directions by the mechanical servants and gradually defeated.

These two real cases made the many martial artists below realize that probably only martial artists who possessed both strength and speed could defeat these metal guards.

But such martial artists were truly too few.

Many martial artists present did not consider themselves martial artists with both strength and speed, so naturally they did not have the courage to challenge the metal guards on the arena.

"Could it be there are no more challengers?" the referee asked the many martial artists below.

The martial artists this time showed an unexpectedly indifferent attitude; probably only those martial artists who had previously achieved five consecutive victories could possibly put up a fight against them.

The referee waited a while longer, and could only helplessly announce that Lin Cheng had likewise been granted the same rest opportunity as those previous five-consecutive-victory martial artists.

However, Lin Cheng had not taken part in any combat the whole time, so he was somewhat uniquely able to go to the spectator stands to rest.

Back in the spectator stands, the overjoyed Miss Qianhui nearly took off on the spot, excitedly hugging Lin Cheng as if she herself had won the consecutive victories.

"I knew you could do it, Lin Cheng — worthy of being my man."

Although he had not relied on his own combat power, the mechanical servants were also Lin Cheng's creations, so rounding up, it was Lin Cheng who had defeated those four martial artists and earned the admiration of the other martial artists on the field.

This was enough to make Miss Qianhui proud, and it made her very happy.

"Actually, if possible, I want to fight ten matches in a row on the field!" Lin Cheng also frankly spoke his mind.

That was indeed what he thought; however, reality did not seem to intend for him to do so. The remaining martial artists could not think of a countermeasure for the moment, so naturally today they would not want to take on Lin Cheng's mechanical servants in a bout.

If it were tomorrow, however, it might not be the same.

Inside the captain's cabin.

"I'm tired; let's end today's arena battles here, and continue tomorrow."