Chapter 205: Why Can't You Even Hold Your Saber?

A smile appeared on Yuan Canghai's face, "Wang Hai practices his saber technique diligently; it will be hard for the opponent to dodge this strike..."

Sure enough!

Xiao Dabao panicked and hurriedly dodged to the side, but failed to evade it.

The Thick-Backed Saber in Wang Hai's hand struck him right in the center of his back.

A smile appeared on his face.

"Xiao Dabao, you really can't take a hit..."

Before he could finish speaking, suddenly there was a "Clang!" sound of metal clashing!

His strike had actually hit something hard and rebounded heavily.

The web of Wang Hai's hand was instantly numbed by the shock, and he almost lost his grip on the large saber.

"Why can't I cut through it?"

Underneath Xiao Dabao's clothes, he was actually wearing a Heart-Protecting Helmet made of White Cast Iron!

Wang Hai's hand ached from the shock, and he immediately swung another strike at his arm.

This strike landed.

But it still didn't cut through!

Xiao Dabao laughed heartily; he was wearing a long-sleeved Bulletproof Vest and was fully armed, so it would be strange if the opponent could cut through that.

Not only was he wearing a Bulletproof Vest and a Heart-Protecting Helmet, he also wore an Anti-riot Helmet made of bulletproof material on his head; he was completely covered without a single flaw, making him extremely resistant to blows.

Wang Hai couldn't cut through him after several strikes and became agitated; in a moment of carelessness, he was almost knocked off his horse by a strike from Xiao Dabao.

He was so angry his head felt dizzy.

Who would have thought that while Xiao Dabao's martial arts were mediocre, he was protected so thoroughly that he was like a turtle, impossible to cut through.

Seeing that Wang Hai couldn't cut through him, Xiao Dabao was also amused; once his nervousness vanished, he began to mock him.

"Wang Hai, you Captain of the Yuan Family Army, didn't you eat today? Why are you so hungry that you don't even have the strength to hold your saber?"

"Why can't you even hold your saber? Come, aim for my head! Don't tell me you didn't eat."

"Tsk, the Yuan Family Army is truly poor; unlike us in the Beijiang Army who eat meat every day. You should just surrender; maybe I'll reward you with a few bones..."

The soldiers burst into laughter.

Wang Hai's face turned red with shame, and he shouted fiercely as he swung his saber down.

"Shut up!"

This strike went straight for Xiao Dabao's chest.

Xiao Dabao was too lazy to even dodge and took the hit head-on.

Anyway, he was wearing a Heart-Protecting Helmet, and it was forged from the White Cast Iron sent by Shennü Daren; it was incomparably sturdy, so why would he fear the Raw Iron Saber in Wang Hai's hand?

"Clang!"

Wang Hai swung his saber down, and the large saber in his hand was sent flying by the impact.

He was instantly furious, immediately turned his horse around, and shouted at Xiao Moting.

"Fourth Prince, your Beijiang Army is cheating!"

Xiao Moting spoke indifferently, "Captain Wang, with so many eyes watching your duel, how can you call it cheating?"

"He... he simply cannot be cut."

Qin Zhan sneered, "That's because your strength is weak! Is a Captain of the Yuan Family Army nothing but a decorative pillow?"

The crowd erupted in laughter again.

Wang Hai pointed at Xiao Dabao, his face flushed red with anger.

"He is too shameless, only defending and not attacking! I demand to change to another general to come up and fight me with real sabers and spears!"

"Very well," Xiao Moting said in a deep voice, "I shall take the field myself and fight you."

Wang Hai dared not fight Xiao Moting; as he looked up, he suddenly saw another youth behind Xiao Moting.

This youth was dressed in battle robes, had a handsome appearance, sword-like eyebrows and star-like eyes, and his gaze was somewhat cold.

He was holding a skewer of lamb and eating it with his head down.

Earlier, Xiao Moting had been standing in front of him, so his figure had been blocked.

When Wang Hai saw this youth, he perked up.

"Fourth Prince, I heard you recently adopted a foster son; it looks like it's him, right?"

"You are the famous Beijiang War God, so surely the foster son you adopted is not weak in martial arts."

"Just let your foster son come up and fight me, so everyone can see what kind of son the Prince has taught."

The surrounding crowd looked at the youth one after another.

Xiao Lujing was eating the lamb skewer; hearing this, he raised his head and asked coldly.

"Is... is someone calling me?"

He had been forced to study by the Military Advisor that afternoon and had missed the army's mealtime; when he went to get food with his mess tin, he only got some leftovers.

Since he had just recovered from an illness and had no appetite, the mess hall staff took care of him by finding a few pieces of leftover lamb, skewering them on a steel rod, and roasting them for him to eat to replenish his nutrition.

Xiao Lujing was in the middle of eating when Wang Hai came to challenge them; the Military Advisor said the lamb skewers would taste fishy if they got cold, so he told him to take the skewers and hide in the back to finish eating quickly.

Lamb skewers were a rare treat in the army, and Xiao Lujing was afraid that if he didn't eat them in time, others would take them, so he brought the skewers with him.

He didn't expect that while hiding in the back, he would be spotted by the sharp-eyed Wang Hai.

Xiao Moting also narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.

"You want to fight Lu Jing? He is currently recovering from an illness; I'm afraid he is not fit to take the field."

Wang Hai sneered, "Are you afraid to let him take the field? I thought you were the Beijiang War God, and that the son you taught would be very impressive, but it turns out he's just a weakling."

Xiao Lujing raised his head coldly and stared at him.

Wang Hai sized him up and gave a disdainful laugh.

"He doesn't look sturdy at all, and his skills certainly don't look like much; he must have just relied on his bootlicking skills to get the Fourth Prince to be his foster father."

His tone was full of provocation.

The people around them could hear it too.

The army on the right was the Yang Family Army from Donghai Prefecture.

Yang Tianhu had received the Emperor's decree, which was why he had brought his troops to assist.

As for his relationship with Yuan Canghai, it could not be called good; it was merely a facade, and both sides were still secretly competing and vying for power.

Yang Tianhu was standing at the front of the formation, watching Yuan Canghai send someone to the Beijiang Army to demand surrender, and he had originally intended to keep his hands to himself and not intervene at all.

But now, seeing Wang Hai wanting to challenge Xiao Lujing, he could not help but frown.

"Captain Wang, challenging a child is likely beneath your status."

The Yuan and Yang armies were besieging Xiao Moting together, acting as one.

No matter what, Wang Hai was a Captain; if he did not dare to challenge Xiao Moting but forced a twelve or thirteen-year-old son to come out and fight, the world would mock him if word got out.

If storytellers were to turn this into a tale, this shameful matter would spread through every street and alley, becoming fodder for commoners' idle chatter, and the Yang Family Army of Donghai Prefecture would lose face right along with the Yuan Family Army for fighting together.

Perhaps they would even be criticized by the world, saying that because the Yang Family Army could not defeat the Beijiang Army, they joined the Yuan Family Army to bully a child.

Yang Tianhu was unhappy in his heart; Yuan Canghai might be shameless, but he himself cared about his reputation, and he could not afford to lose face like this.

Several generals of the Yang Family could not stand it either and spoke up one after another.

"Captain Wang, he is just a child of ten or so and is even sick; why must you insist on making things difficult for a child?"

"There are other generals in the Beijiang Army; go challenge them."

"That's right, what kind of skill is it to challenge a child? Are you only picking the softest persimmons to squeeze? If this gets out, where will we be able to show our faces?"

Seeing the dissatisfaction of the several Yang Family generals, Wang Hai stiffened his neck and remained stubborn.

"Why not?"

"On the battlefield, there are no fathers and sons; once on the battlefield, whether old or young, everyone is a soldier and must follow military rules."