Chapter 2450: Chapter 1103: Wielding the Sword for the King! (Part 2)

The Chief Eunuch standing below the throne roared out together with the Golden Crown Man.

"Who gave you the courage to sit and talk with the King?"

Chestnut Medal was startled, jumped up as if his pants were on fire.

"Chestnut Medal, no way to escape now, fight like a man!"

Dudek moved his lips, made no sound, but the voice clearly reached Chestnut Medal’s ears.

Chestnut Medal also understood, there was no choice, so he bit his teeth and stepped out.

"Take this!"

The Golden Crown Man spoke and drew the sword from his waist and threw it towards Chestnut Medal.

Clap!

Chestnut Medal caught it.

"Music start!"

With a long chant from the Chief Eunuch, the musician troupe played a piece of stirring music.

Whew!

Chestnut Medal took a deep breath and wielded this two-foot-three-inch Bronze Sword as if it were a katana.

He was called Sword Saint not just because he could fight, but also because of his profound familial heritage, his ancestors were indeed samurai.

He was a successor of the New Yin Style of Kamiizumi Nobutsuna.

Lin Baici didn’t understand swordsmanship, but still felt Chestnut Medal’s sword dance was beautiful, with swift and fierce moves, carrying a strong sense of killing intent in every gesture.

This was a swordsmanship demonstration that combined performance and actual combat, and if filmed, it could be used as teaching material.

When Chestnut Medal carefully sheathed the sword, Xia Hongyao couldn’t help but applaud him.

"Aren’t you doing pretty well?"

The high ponytail felt confident about controlling the pollution.

Proudly thinking of Little Linzi, who foresaw the situation and left this Sword Saint rather than getting him killed with the King’s hand, only to directly assist now.

Gu Qingqiu quickly tugged on Xia Hongyao’s sleeve.

Why are you clapping?

Do you see anyone else clapping?

The other members of the temporary team also thought Chestnut Medal’s sword dance was nice, just about to applaud, but seeing no one else doing so, they quickly stopped.

"What’s going on?"

Xia Hongyao puzzled, "Are these people’s aesthetics lacking?"

"It’s the King!"

Gu Qingqiu was speechless, pay attention, won’t you?

No matter how beautifully Chestnut Medal danced, if the King doesn’t express an opinion, who dares to clap randomly?

Want to die?

In this scenario, personal preferences don’t matter, always follow the King’s attitude.

Chestnut Medal stood in the grand hall, despite his extraordinary performance this time, he felt proud and believed he could surely satisfy the King and securely control this pollution.

But the King’s calm expression made his heart begin to sink.

"Flashy but insubstantial!"

The King shook his head, "An eyesore!"

Wow!

The crowd’s faces dramatically changed upon hearing this.

It’s over!

Failed!

"..."

Chestnut Medal’s fists clenched tightly, not only because the pressure of death increased, but also because his proudly regarded swordsmanship was belittled.

Had his sixth sense not told him he couldn’t defeat this King, he would have already beheaded the opponent, letting the monster know his prowess!

"Embarrassing to the eye!"

The Golden Crown Man sneered, "Amputate one of your arms yourself!"

Chestnut Medal’s heart jerked, looking towards the King.

The King drank wine, didn’t speak, obviously acquiescing.

[If it doesn’t voluntarily amputate one arm, when the Golden Crown Man acts, it’ll lose both arms, and if it dares to resist, it’ll be killed on the spot!]

Eater God commented.

"If you’re reluctant, I can help you!"

The Golden Crown Man chuckled, "But when I draw my sword, it’ll be two hands!"

"Haha! Interesting!"

"What do you think, what will it choose?"

"Surely choose to amputate one arm, if Longxin Marquis acts, fearing not just both hands, but the head will move too!"

Those guests laughed and jeered, all waiting to see Chestnut Medal’s joke.

Chestnut Medal’s face was gloomy, racking his brain to think of a way to break the impasse, when Dudek’s secret words came to his ear.

"Choose the hand, at least you can save your life!"

"Don’t be reckless, as long as alive there’s a chance!"

Chestnut Medal pursed his lips, suddenly gritted his teeth, and with his right hand holding the sword, chopped towards his left hand.

Swish!

Warm blood splattered, a severed hand fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

Hua Yue Yu covered her mouth in fright.

"No way, you a Dragon Level, actually severed your hand because of a monster... its word?"

Xia Hongyao was shocked, if it were her, she would definitely fight back.

"King, is this sufficient?"

Chestnut medal looked grim.

Indeed!

This behavior is quite embarrassing!

The king remained silent, and once again it was the Golden Crown Man, known to all as the Marquis Changxin, who spoke up mockingly.

"Hey, do you use your left hand for the sword?"

The Marquis Changxin sneered, "Cut the right hand, don’t you understand?"

"You..."

Chestnut medal’s face suddenly turned ashen, but he swallowed the curse that reached his lips.

There was no choice,

The sunk cost is too high.

The left hand had already been chopped off, if a fight continued, would it not be a huge loss?

But soon, Chestnut medal realized he had done the right thing by holding back.

Because the king spoke.

"Enough, Marquis Changxin, stop troubling him!"

A Sword Master has lost a hand, what will happen in the future? The king keenly wanted to see his pained expression, so he no longer pushed Chestnut medal to sever his right hand.

"Yes, My King!"

The Marquis Changxin finished with an attitude of respect, his gaze scanned over the group led by Lin Baici: "Who will perform the sword dance for the king next?"

Everyone avoided the gaze of the Golden Crown Man, not daring to make eye contact.

Is this a joke?

Even Dragon Level Sword Saint Chestnut medal could not satisfy the king, how could a mere little karami dare to try and court death?

Chestnut medal returned to his seat, he wanted to say Lin Baici could do it, but realizing that he would have to rely on Lin Baici afterward, it would be unwise to offend him, so he suppressed this thought.

"Little Qiu Qiu, what do we do?"

Xia Hongyao seemed a bit anxious. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖

"It seems performing for the king isn’t simply dancing the sword, but fulfilling some hidden condition!"

Gu Qingqiu looked at the guests and quickly analyzed, "So what is it?"

"Tsk tsk, silence again!"

The Marquis Changxin shook his head with disdain, "You all sitting here are simply an embarrassment!"

Suddenly, a young man stepped forward.

Swish!

All eyes turned to him.

"So bold?"

Xia Hongyao was surprised.

"No, he’s being controlled!"

Gu Qingqiu saw the man’s face was full of fear; she quickly turned her head and glanced at Dudek.

It should be the doing of this Godfather.

Indeed, Dudek used Mind Control Divine Grace to turn this young man into a puppet.

The young man started the sword dance, his movements rigid.

After watching for a few moments, the king could stand it no more, he waved his hand dismissively.

The Chief Eunuch tucked his hands into his wide sleeves, immediately shouted, "Take him away, execute by waist cutting!"

The young man sweated profusely, wanting to beg Lin Baici for help, but with his body controlled by Dudek, he couldn’t utter a word.

A team of Golden Armor Guards approached carrying a huge, black guillotine.

Bang!

The guillotine slammed into the ground, sending ripples through the blood pool.

The Golden Armor Guards grabbed the young man, stuffed him into the guillotine, then the executioner pressed down heavily on the guillotine.

Crack!

The young man was sliced in half.

Lin Baici’s group remained silent, but the other guests cheered and applauded.

"What’s with the somber expression?"

The Marquis Changxin raised his goblet towards Lin Baici and his companions: "Come, come, drink to this!"

Lin Baici took a sip of wine.

"Your drinking capacity is so poor?"

The Marquis Changxin frowned, looking at Lin Baici, "You must drain this cup!"

Lin Baici tilted his head, draining the green-tinged wine from the bronze goblet.

"Servants, bring wine, fill his cup!"

The Marquis Changxin assumed the posture of a host, showing he had a good relationship with the king.

A group of veiled palace maids came forward, bearing trays to serve wine to Lin Baici and his group.

The previous tall palace maid approached Lin Baici, knelt beside him, grasping her right sleeve with her left hand, and holding the wine pot with her right hand, poured wine for Lin Baici.

Clatter!

Due to a mishap, the bronze wine pot’s lid fell off, spilling some wine onto Lin Baici.

With a face full of panic, the palace maid quickly bent to wipe Lin Baici.

"It’s fine!"

Lin Baici showed a friendly social smile, still pondering how to cleanse this rule pollution; as the maid’s hand brushed him, he felt something in his palm.

What’s going on?

It seemed like a cloth bundle?

"This one looks foreign; where might he be from?"

The Marquis Changxin knew Lin Baici’s type should be saved for last, so he shifted his attention to Dudek.