The discourse in the Capital City of Great Wei began to shift.
This change wasn’t gradual, but occurred with astonishing speed.
The deeper the slander against Shen Han before, the more guilty the public feels now.
An ominous sign?
While others madly lost resources, this "on" nad Shen Han was winning them back.
And then there was Prince Qingyuan, once cursed as a traitor to the nation.
The last remaining resources were sent with Shen Han to compete with the Qi and Yan countries.
But now, it seed there was soone else who was the traitor.
Shen Han not only reclaid resources, but also earned face for the entire Great Wei.
Ming City, the competition ground.
After Peng Nannan lost, hesitation spread on the side of the Qi Country.
If Peng Nannan was defeated in one move, it’s doubtful their other under-twenty, Sheng Fang, could win.
In contrast, from the Yan Country, Gong Ze stepped confidently to the center of the arena.
anwhile, a carriage loaded with resources was also pulled into the venue.
Shen Han was in the Fifth Grade, First Snow Realm, and so was Gong Ze.
And there was Zhu Mingxiang from Yan Country offering her advice.
She couldn’t bear watching Shen Han win so easily while keeping such a casual deanor.
Although she realized at this mont that Shen Han was not as simple as she had thought.
Compared to Shen Ye, though, there was still a significant gap.
This was Shen Han’s third match at the competition ground.
No one dared to underestimate him anymore.
That included the Great Wei sages of the Ten Nations Grand Competition and the participating young talents.
Their faces bore a serious expression as they watched intently.
If Shen Han could win back more resources and reclaim their lost honor, they might not face punishnt or bitter criticism.
In the center of the competition ground, the two faced each other.
Gong Ze from Yan Country looked serious; two had already lost to Shen Han, so his strength couldn’t be underestimated.
The wind picked up around them, and Shen Han moved first.
With a long sword in hand held sideways, the Lonely Wind Snow-Treading Step initiated imdiately.
And the long spear appeared in Gong Ze’s hand.
The spear lay across like an iron chain blocking a river.
The imposing spear stance was fierce and powerful.
These people clearly didn’t understand Shen Han.
The cross spear didn’t notice several sword shadows already behind Gong Ze.
Flying Sword Sky-Filling Montum, sword shadows filled the sky.
Perceiving the sword shadows attacking, Gong Ze hastily dodged.
A cold sweat had already ford on his forehead.
This Shen Han was several tis stronger than he had imagined.
Just having dodged the sword shadows, Gong Ze found himself exposed again before he could calm down.
The long sword in Shen Han’s hand seed to be waiting by his side, its edge glinting like a sharp, chilling gaze, dazzling to the eye.
Gritting his teeth, Gong Ze tried his best to dodge aside.
The long spear in his hand swung to shatter the endless sword shadows.
Within less than ten breaths, Gong Ze was already panting heavily.
The way he dodged about was almost comical.
The people of Great Wei present felt a burst of exhilaration, given all their past bitter defeats.
Unexpectedly, now they saw their rivals in such a state.
The details of this match were spread to the Capital City piece by piece.
Though the citizens of the Capital couldn’t witness it, they felt an imnse satisfaction listening to the descriptions.
Many teahouses hurriedly opened up, seats were all occupied.
Those conveying this information described Gong Ze’s expressions in ticulous detail to everyone.
The match lasted for about two quarters of an hour, with Gong Ze unable to even touch Shen Han.
Yet, dodging the sword shadows left him utterly exhausted.
Hesitatingly, the middle-aged man from Yan Country frowned and conceded on Gong Ze’s behalf.
Hearing this, Shen Han imdiately ceased his attack.
He bowed and saluted.
"Please, let the elder take this carriage of resources, thank you."
Afterward, Shen Han bowed again, addressing Prince Qingyuan’s personal guard.
By now, this was the third carriage...
The resources were pulled back to the Great Wei camp in abundance.
Along with them, the pride of the Great Wei people was also returned.
Winning three carriages was pretty much the limit.
After all, the people from the Qi and Yan Countries weren’t fools.
In the competition ground, Shen Han remained as serene as he was initially.
"Is there anyone else willing to face ?"
That calm question from Shen Han left both the Qi and Yan sides silent.
Under twenty, neither country had a talent that could defeat Shen Han.
The people of Great Wei were quite satisfied with such a result.
Or rather, it’s more accurate to say they were pleasantly surprised.
Before Shen Han stepped in, they thought the resources were about to be squandered.
Instead, winning back so much, how could they not be delighted?
Watching the three carriages return, the people of Great Wei felt much more comfortable.
Though they still lost on this occasion in the Ten Nations Grand Competition, so losses were at least recovered.
Just as everyone was pondering, Shen Han took a small step forward.
"If there’s no one of similar age, slightly older opponents are also welco."
What had been relaxed now beca tense again.
This clearly carried a provocation!
As the words fell, a tall figure from the Qi Country stepped into the center of the competition ground.
"You should laugh quietly after earning so much back, such arrogance has no benefit."
To such words, Shen Han rely smiled.
In his speech, he remained focused only on those resources.
"I ask the senior to bring the resources into the ground before making a move.
To avoid potential issues later."
Though Shen Han’s tone was calm, his aning was clear—he feared soone might back out.
The challenger was so infuriated that he was breathing heavily through his nostrils, but he still brought a cart of resources to the center.
In the instant the carriage stopped, the Qi challenger suddenly attacked.
His large blade, like cleaving the sky, emitted an imposing presence that even stifled breathing.
This talent from Qi Country at such an age had finally reached the Fifth Grade, First Snow Realm.
Believing his skill and realm matched Shen Han’s, he thought victory was assured.
Beside him, hundreds of sword shadows manifested.
Yet, this Qi genius seed unafraid of any sword shadow.
His large blade cutting clouds and waves, it seed everything beside him was to be cut down.
This ti, Shen Han did not win as easily as before.
Shen Han understood that winning too easily would discourage Qi and Yan Countries from continuing to play.
So this ti, Shen Han started to match his opponent equally.
Every ti his long sword was parried, the large blade would violently chop it aside.
The stance of the Qi challenger firmly held the upper hand.
The surrounding crowd felt tight with tension.
The citizens listening to the transmissions back in Great Wei clutched their clothing in suspense...
After roughly two quarters of an hour exchanging blows, Shen Han’s figure suddenly flickered.
With the long sword in hand, he swung a strike—the Misty Sword Intent, blurring reality and illusion.
The large blade swung fiercely, the sound like mountains collapsing seed audible.
But in a blink, countless sword shadows were already pressing against his flank...
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