Chapter 93 The Best Time (5)
"This - Your Majesty, I -"
Wu Yao hesitated. He didn't know what to say. At the same time, he couldn't think. Zhao Ziheng's question was too sudden. Is it true? When Wu Yao was hesitant, Zhao Ziheng suddenly stood up...
"emperor?"
Xu Wenbo was a little puzzled by Zhao Ziheng's behavior. When he heard his voice, Wu Yao, who had turned his head away, also turned back.
"Wu Yao, follow me."
After leaving a simple message, Zhao Ziheng picked up his sword and walked towards the tent without looking back. Wu Yao was a little confused and was stunned at first, but he had no choice but to follow him. Xu Wenbo also followed after a little thought.
After leaving the tent and walking out of the camp, there was no follower but Wu Yao. Xu Wenbo left halfway to do his own thing. Zhao Ziheng stopped only after he came to an open space not far from the camp. Wu Yao was very puzzled until Zhao Ziheng stopped and turned to face him, and suddenly drew his sword...
"Draw your sword."
Zhao Ziheng drew out his sword and pointed it at Wu Yao, and also asked Wu Yao to draw his sword. It was obvious that he wanted to have a fight?
"Your Majesty? This??"
Wu Yao had never sparred with Zhao Ziheng, and it was not allowed, because the other party was the emperor, how could a small general like him dare to draw his sword against him? Even if he wanted to fight with Zhao Ziheng, it was not allowed after all.
"This is not in the name of the king, so draw your sword and let me see how skilled you are."
Zhao Ziheng spoke calmly, but Wu Yao became even more confused. He was also shocked that Zhao Ziheng actually called himself "I" in front of him? This made Wu Yao stunned for a moment, and he didn't know what to do.
"Do you want me to say it again? Draw your sword."
“Yes, yes!!”
Although Zhao Ziheng had put aside his status, his normal tone was still full of irresistible majesty. Wu Yao drew his sword without hesitation; seeing Wu Yao drawing his sword, Zhao Ziheng immediately took action and attacked Wu Yao. When the weapons collided, Wu Yao subconsciously resisted Zhao Ziheng's attack, and it was obvious that Zhao Ziheng's attack was just a random one.
"Try to stop me. If you can't, go back to Zhao immediately."
"emperor!!"
After leaving a word, Zhao Ziheng pulled away from Wu Yao without waiting for his response. In just a moment, the second move came to Wu Yao. Needless to say, this move was very fierce. If he didn't dodge, he would be injured. Wu Yao hurriedly dodged to the right, but before he could stand, Zhao Ziheng changed the direction of attack and attacked him again, faster. Wu Yao knew that he couldn't dodge, so he had to use his sword to block. Zhao Ziheng suppressed him with great force, and kicked him away before Wu Yao could catch his breath...
“Ugh!!”
Wu Yao, who was kicked away, stabbed his sword into the ground and slid several meters away before he landed on one knee and stopped.
“Don’t let me down.”
Zhao Ziheng attacked Wu Yao with the sword again without waiting for him to stand up and get ready. This time Wu Yao dodged in a hurry, rolled on the ground and immediately stood up. As soon as he stood up, Zhao Ziheng attacked him. Wu Yao waved his sword to resist again. Zhao Ziheng did not let the two sides enter a stalemate, but launched offensives one after another. In these sharp offensives, Wu Yao slowly began to resist. Before long, the two sides were evenly matched, and Wu Yao even began to suppress Zhao Ziheng's offensive ?
During the competition, Zhao Ziheng's serious face relaxed a little. Wu Yao of course didn't know that Zhao Ziheng was happy and excited that Wu Yao began to show his strength. At this time, he was slightly at a disadvantage, but he didn't feel any effort at all, but instead...
"Is this the limit of your strength?"
Zhao Ziheng suddenly spoke calmly, his breathing was not disrupted at all. His words made Wu Yao inexplicably angry, and his attack became more fierce. Zhao Ziheng did not get angry but laughed instead. Seeing the faint smile on Zhao Ziheng's face, Wu Yao felt even more furious. He completely forgot who his opponent was and just kept attacking. After dozens of moves, they stopped and the two distanced themselves. Zhao Ziheng's breathing was steady, with no signs of being disrupted, while Wu Yao, who should have the upper hand, was breathing unevenly and was a little breathless.
"I'm very disappointed with you now. I thought Wang Ye had changed you a lot, but it seems like you're still the same as at the beginning, not changed at all."
Wu Yao didn't know what Zhao Ziheng was talking about, but he knew that the atmosphere around him began to change. The murderous aura shrouding Zhao Ziheng was enough to change the air around him. Wu Yao had never seen such a murderous aura before, and he couldn't help but feel chilled and a little unfamiliar. The sweat on Wu Yao's forehead slid down his face, and his steps unconsciously retreated slightly?
"I'll give you three choices. One is to go back, two is to die, and three is to defeat me and stay. Choose before I count to ten."
Zhao Ziheng presented three choices to Wu Yao without any mercy and with a cold face . Any of these three options would be a very difficult choice for Wu Yao as a military general. That is why Zhao Ziheng did this. This was the first time that Zhao Ziheng showed his cold side towards Wu Yao.
"Your Majesty!"
"one!"
“…”
"two!"
"three!"
Zhao Ziheng's voice sounded coldly, without any concessions. Wu Yao's heart tightened, he knew that Zhao Ziheng was serious!
"six!"
"seven!"
After a brief thought, Wu Yao raised the sword in his hand. Seeing this, Zhao Ziheng stopped for several dozen seconds. "Very good, then come on."
Now that he knew Wu Yao's choice, Zhao Ziheng would of course show no mercy. He raised his sword and attacked Wu Yao. Soon Zhao Ziheng took control of the situation and gained the upper hand. However, Wu Yao was not to be outdone. He used his own strength to compete with Zhao Ziheng. He had reasons why he could not lose, so he had to fight for victory. Therefore, even if his opponent was Zhao Ziheng, he did not want to lose, and he could not lose!
