Chapter 110: Armchair Theorizing

“I’ll do it,” Nan Xun said politely and cupped his hands at Ji Bo. Ji Bo raised an eyebrow. He didn’t know much about Nan Xun, but he did know that Nan Xun was a warrior who had been undefeated in his time defending the border.

Since Nan Xun was a competent fighter, Ji Bo wasn’t going to go easy on him. Ji Bo waved a hand at the page boy and had him lead Nan Xun out of the building. Jun Huang was going to follow them, but Ji Bo stopped her. “Why doesn’t the gentleman stay here? You won’t be of much help to him. If you get trapped in the formation too, you will only be a burden.”

Jun Huang fell silent. He wasn’t wrong. She stood on the side with her arms crossed, her eyes fixed on Nan Xun as he walked into a blue light.

Nan Xun was befuddled when he first entered the formation Ji Bo had set up. All around him was an empty void. He gripped the hilt of his sword without a word. The lines on his face went rigid, which worried Jun Huang.

Soon, a man holding a broadsword stepped out from the edge of the seemingly endless void. He was as tall and sturdy as a pine tree. The sword in his hand was so heavy that the veins in his arms threatened to break the skin.

Nan Xun’s eyes turned cold. He tightened his grip on his sword.

Without warning, the man raised his broadsword and struck at Nan Xun. Nan Xun dodged by a hair’s breadth.

The blade hit the ground and sent sparkles into the air, leaving a deep cut in its wake.

The attack was so powerful that Nan Xun could feel the force even though he hadn’t been hit. His foe wasn’t someone he could afford to underestimate. He drew his sword and lunged at the man.

The man narrowed his eyes and blocked the attack with the body of the broadsword. Nan Xun had put a great amount of force behind his strike. His sword was under such pressure that it started to bend a little.

The man continued to push back. Nan Xun knew that if he continued to apply brute force in this futile attempt to break the man’s guard, he would lose his weapon. That would be far from ideal.

With a twist of his wrist, he turned the tip of his sword and slided it upward along the broadsword’s blade. He kicked at the broadsword, propelling himself backward, and landed on the ground with a flip.

The man was as relentless as a machine. He charged at Nan Xun again. Nan Xun was going to step aside, but his feet were stuck. There was a black serpent coiling around his ankles. He looked to his side. A woman looked back at him with leering eyes and a raised eyebrow. Snakes and scorpions made themselves at home all over her body.

Nan Xun knew he must stay focused. He cut down the snake and rolled to the side. He barely dodged the hit. If he had been a little slower, he would have been killed.

More and more enemies came at him. Nan Xun knew he must deal with them quickly, or he would run out of stamina soon. Originally he was trying to spare these people’s lives, but no more. Taking a deep breath, he slashed his sword sideway, sending a short figure flying. He turned into a puff of green smoke upon landing.

Nan Xun raised an eyebrow.

“To be honest, this gentleman does have my own agenda. However, everyone knows what Eastern Wu is trying to do. Do you really want to see endless wars continue to make people suffer?”

“As long as Eastern Wu stands, wars and conflicts will never cease to happen. Western Que is only a start.”

Ji Bo didn’t expect Jun Huang to be so blunt, but he could not deny the truth of her words.

After a moment of silence, he asked, “Who is the princess trying to put on the throne?”

“The fourth prince of Northern Qi, Qi Yun.”