Ms. Diviner: The Prodigal Daughter's Return-Chapter 1079: I, Mu Hanyan, Accept Your Challenge

Chapter 1079: Chapter 1079: I, Mu Hanyan, Accept Your Challenge

If these words hadn’t come from Gong Hongru’s mouth, they would have thought someone was talking nonsense due to being drunk or not fully awake.

In fact, even though they could see clearly and hear distinctly, that these words emerged from Gong Hongru’s mouth, they still had such doubts.

Setting aside Yue Fanchen’s strength, they had witnessed firsthand Long Ya’s prowess. Even Mu Chengxuan, who was seen by everyone as the first choice of this year’s admissions, couldn’t block a sword from him. Where did this Han Yan’s confidence come from, that he was afraid of hurting them without a good explanation?

Alright, Mu the Big Playboy’s name precedes him, arrogance and presumption are not impossible. But Gong Hongru can’t possibly be as arrogantly conceited as he, can he?

Staring blankly at the two, everyone was a bit confused.

However, that wasn’t what surprised them the most. What surprised them the most was, upon hearing what the master and disciple said, Yue Fanchen wasn’t angry at all; instead, his face was calm. Even the recklessly arrogant Long Ya, who didn’t regard the An Yun Elite in his eyes, fell silent, though there was clearly anger burning in his eyes.

What on earth is going on?

"I always said we would have a duel, didn’t expect it to come so soon." Yue Fanchen looked at Han Yan, without any surprise or disdain, and said calmly.

"Young Master, you don’t have to do it, I will handle him." Long Ya glanced at Han Yan, speaking with intense hatred.

"You are not his match." Yue Fanchen’s voice was as calm as ever, yet carried an undeniable authority.

Once again, the surroundings erupted into a commotion. What did he say? Did he really say that Long Ya isn’t a match for Han Yan? This... this is impossible!

"Young Master, last time I just..." Long Ya said somewhat defiantly.

"You are not his match. I know what you want to say, but you are not his match." Yue Fanchen directly interrupted Long Ya, his tone carrying a hint of displeasure.

"Yes, Young Master." Fear crossed Long Ya’s face, though unwilling, he dared not utter another word.

"Your master’s words are right, you are indeed not my match. If you want to try challenging me, I assure you, your outcome will be worse than last time." Han Yan said indifferently.

Remembering their last clash, Long Ya was shamed and furious after repeated setbacks, forming numerous hand formations, his mental state plunged into madness, and a very strange power surged from his body. Even though Han Yan didn’t know what that power was, he dared not underestimate it.

At that time, Han Yan would not have asserted he could easily defeat the frenzied Long Ya. But now, she had absolute confidence.

Hearing this, the crowd around them finally understood. Han Yan had already had dealings with Yue Fanchen and the others, and Long Ya had suffered a major loss at Han Yan’s hands. Staring at Han Yan’s handsome and elegant appearance, everyone’s gaze changed slightly, with more astonishment and even more reverence.

A single sword could defeat Mu Chengxuan’s Long Ya and even suffered a major loss from Han Yan’s hands. So, how strong is this Han Yan’s power truly? Is this really the rumored playboy from the Capital who relies on family influence to engage in heinous deeds?

What nonsense about someone unlearned, what bullying through power, ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous!

"What did you say!" Long Ya, already defiant, was further provoked by Han Yan’s words, glaring at her with eyes like copper bells.

"Back off!" Yue Fanchen shouted sternly.

Long Ya quickly shut his mouth and quietly stepped aside.

"Long Xin, Long Dan, you step back too." Yue Fanchen addressed his other two guards.

"Yes, Young Master." The two stepped aside as well, but glanced at Han Yan, seeming a bit unconvinced.

They knew Long Ya’s strength. If talking about real strength not being on par with Han Yan, they would admit it. But if even with that hand formation, he still isn’t a match for Han Yan, not just Long Ya, even they couldn’t quite believe it.

But since Yue Fanchen said so, they would neither dare question nor disobey his orders.

Yue Fanchen noticed the dissatisfaction in the minds of the several guards, but he was too lazy to explain to them, and with a light leap, he landed in the center of the competition platform.

It was the platform specifically prepared for sword duels, and also the martial arts arena during the grand ceremonies of Anyun Country.

"I, Yue Fanchen, representing Shangyue Country, challenge Han Yan of Anyun Country!" Yue Fanchen placed one hand over his chest, performed a standard swordsman’s salute, and shouted loudly.

The vast square suddenly became solemn and majestic.

If the earlier trivial brawls between Long Ya and Zheng Zhi and others could count as representing the dignity of Shangyue and Anyun in some way, now the battle between Yue Fanchen and Han Yan was undoubtedly a testing ground for the two countries.

"I, Han Yan, accept your challenge." Han Yan also performed a swordsman’s salute, his face stern as he said, then leaped lightly onto the competition platform.

The sound of a horn resounded again, causing everyone’s blood to boil uncontrollably.

"Han Yan, Han Yan..." from below the platform, a resounding cheer arose.

At this moment, no one would remember her name as the playboy. They only knew Han Yan was fighting for the honor of Anyun.

Of course, there were some exceptions among them.

In the Qiu Family’s viewing seats, a scene of distress blanketed them, with Family Head Qiu’s face grim, looking as if he had aged ten years.

Gazing at Han Yan’s slightly slender yet spirited figure on the competition platform, Family Head Qiu clenched his fists tightly. Han Yan, it was this Han Yan, one sentence had pushed the Qiu Family to the brink.

If it weren’t for her exposing Qiu Ping’an amidst the crowd, even if Gong Hongru had noticed something, he would give the Qiu Family some face. After all, over the past two hundred years, over a hundred disciples of Long Yan Academy came from the Qiu Family. Even today, there are still dozens of Qiu descendants practicing at Long Yan Academy. Even Family Head Qiu himself hailed from Long Yan Academy, having met Gong Hongru on several occasions.

But just because of Han Yan’s words in public, coupled with his momentary impulse, it infuriated Gong Hongru and forced the Qiu Family into a corner.

At this moment, Family Head Qiu even had the heart to kill, but how could he dare to act in this setting?

Family Head Qiu’s gaze landed on Yue Fanchen. Since he dared to represent Shangyue Country to challenge Han Yan, he must have absolute confidence. He hoped Yue Fanchen could teach Han Yan a harsh lesson, and if he could kill Han Yan, all the better.

At this moment, Family Head Qiu cared little for the honor or dignity of Anyun Country, filled with hatred, his eyes sparkling with a vicious light.

On the competition platform, Yue Fanchen slowly drew his longsword.