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San Chun also knew that she might have made a mistake in her greeting, but it was too late to explain now. Regarding etiquette, she had been through Azure Wind Academy twice and had refused to study properly, which had offended countless people. It was no wonder that among these warriors, very few looked favorably upon her.
She dodged the first several moves and gradually steadied her breathing, beginning to engage seriously with her opponent.
After exchanging several blows, the warrior realized that San Chun's sword techniques were unremarkable, yet he was unable to gain any advantage. The faster he attacked, the slower she seemed to respond. After a few more exchanges, his offensive had been completely suppressed, and he found himself at a disadvantage.
The essence of swordsmanship typically lies in striking fast against slow opponents and using variations to disrupt the enemy. However, San Chun did not follow his rapid swordplay with counter-techniques; after several exchanges, the balance of power had already shifted.
The warrior encountered dangerous moves and recognized that his opponent was a skilled fighter, which made him feel intimidated.
He had initially thought that the Azure Sword Technique was impressive and that San Chun was merely mediocre. Now, he realized he had underestimated her.
Cheng Ming watched from the side, somewhat dumbfounded. He had also believed that San Chun's martial skills were average and that she was just coasting at Fengling Duke's Residence. This display of skill made him realize how overly confident he had been in thinking he needed to protect her.
After defeating one opponent, Qing glanced over and saw that San Chun was already engaged with another warrior. He sheathed his sword and stood aside to watch. He recognized this warrior as Lou Ju, who came from a noble background and was known for his aloofness, often clashing with many warriors in the residence.
Lou Ju despised lazy individuals like San Chun, whose behavior was erratic and undisciplined, so he naturally held her in low regard.
However, despite his eccentricity and poor social skills, Lou Ju was an excellent swordsman and ranked among the top-tier warriors. The fact that San Chun managed to put him on the defensive impressed him greatly.
Qing watched in astonishment at how quickly San Chun had improved; it far exceeded his expectations. However, if they continued to fight like this, it would be difficult to determine a winner anytime soon. He called out loudly, "Use faster moves!"
Upon hearing the call, San Chun immediately perked up her spirits and quickened her swordplay. Yet her Bronze Sword remained firmly attached to her opponent's weapon like an incredibly sticky candy.
Lou Ju grew increasingly alarmed as the battle progressed; after executing two fierce sword techniques and seeing his opponent raise her sword to block, he attempted to retreat. Little did he know that San Chun's relentless attacks would not allow him to escape; he silently lamented his situation and could only muster the energy to keep fighting.
He wanted to concede but couldn't bring himself to do so; however, if this dragged on any longer, someone might end up exhausted.
Just when he felt at a loss, someone suddenly shouted, "Does warming up need to take this long? Stop it already!"
Upon hearing this command, Lou Ju quickly dropped his sword while San Chun hurriedly retracted hers. Turning around, they saw that the speaker was Warrior Chief Qing Dong, clad in full armor with thousands of soldiers standing behind him, all holding long spears and shields.
San Chun then realized that they were not actually training; the real training was yet to come. What they had just done was merely a warm-up.
With Qing Dong's command, the warriors dispersed in unison, returning to their respective teams and finding their places.
San Chun looked down from her vantage point and saw that there were more than three thousand soldiers, each standing tall with great vigor. These warriors from the Fengling Duke's Residence were likely commanding officers leading a troop for training. Unfortunately, she had been living a carefree life for too long, and there was no place for her here.
Hastily returning the sword to Cheng Ming, she stepped back to the sidelines. Cheng Ming suggested she observe the training, but she was unwilling. Everyone else was busy, and what was she supposed to do, just stand there like a stick?
Having woken up too early that morning, she soon found herself yawning repeatedly. She decided to retrace her steps, and as she walked, she couldn't help but think that Qing's words were indeed correct; this Feng Lingjun must have had rebellious intentions for privately raising so many elite soldiers.
The current King of Chu, named Juren, was originally his brother and not even a legitimate heir. His background was not as noble; he was merely granted kingship due to his seniority in age. Moreover, the favored legitimate son of Chuhai Wang, Young Master Xinren, had already perished in the battle of Chu Wei.
This King Chu Jian ascended the throne hastily and lacked legitimacy, which explained why Feng Lingjun held such disdain for his brother.
Lost in thought, she had already descended the mountain. Perhaps it was because she felt elated after winning the duel; miraculously, she hadn't gotten lost on her way back.
She couldn't help but feel proud; her skills were improving, and perhaps it wouldn't be long before she could make a name for herself in the martial world. If things got tough, she could always perform on the streets.
The more she thought about it, the happier she became, and her steps grew lighter. Of course, it might also be that she was too lighthearted; she accidentally stepped on someone else's foot without realizing it.
Suddenly, her body was yanked hard by a hand, and her head was pushed down low enough to see a foot wearing blue satin shoes swaying in front of her.
Just as she wondered what was wrong with that foot, a cool voice with a hint of sharpness rang out above her head, "Hey there, do you know what you've done?"
San Chun stared at that foot for a long time before lifting her head to see a boy around seventeen or eighteen years old glaring at her with anger, his round eyes seeming ready to spit fire.
She shook her head; did he want her to admire his shoes? So she said, "Your shoes are really nice."
Upon hearing this, the fire in the boy's eyes diminished by half. He proudly moved his foot forward a bit and said, "Of course they look good; these are embroidered by my wet nurse herself."
San Chun chuckled; this boy truly had a childlike nature. Upon closer inspection, he was quite handsome—long eyelashes fluttering and eyebrows slanting under messy bangs that partially obscured them. Below his high nose was a slightly full mouth with pink lips resembling the color of Crabapple Blossom petals.
"Your wet nurse is really skilled," she smiled and walked past him.
The boy grew anxious and grabbed her arm tightly. "You bold girl! Do you know who I am?"
She gasped and asked him, "Then who are you?"
"This young master..." He cleared his throat upon seeing her puzzled expression and couldn't help but ask again, "Do you really not know who I am?"
San Chun For some reason, why did she know who he was? This person looked quite strange; could it be that there was something wrong with his head?
The flames in the boy's eyes flared up again as he almost jumped in anger, "Do you know you stepped on my foot...?"
Only then did she realize why he had been shaking his foot earlier. He had stepped on her foot, but who would know what he was trying to do by making such a big fuss?
She asked him, "Does it hurt?"
The boy shook his head, then widened his eyes, "It's dirty."
San Chun immediately squatted down and brushed off his not-so-dirty shoe, smiling brightly, "It's not dirty anymore."
The boy's anger intensified. Did this warrior even know what she was doing? This was his foot, the foot of the most noble Prince of Chu...
He lifted his foot, wanting to kick her hard in the face. He remembered that someone had once told him, an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth; if someone stepped on your foot, you must step on their face in return.
But looking at her bright smile and her shining white teeth, he suddenly couldn't bring himself to do it.
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