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Tang Yueshan carefully gauged Marquis Xuanping's strength in his mind. To be honest, there weren't that many confrontations between him and Marquis Xuanping. Even if there were, it was twenty years ago.
Marquis Xuanping's skills in martial arts were slightly better than his, but Marquis Xuanping had sustained a waist injury and he heard that he hadn't fully recovered yet, having a dull pain every rainy day.
He was confident that Marquis Xuanping wouldn’t be his opponent in a match.
Or could it be, he wanted to compete in literature?
Then Marquis Xuanping was even more not his opponent.
Although he was also a man with little knowledge in literature, he was still better than Marquis Xuanping who was an ignorant hooligan!
Marquis Xuanping let out a sigh and said rather embarrassed, "Lord Tang, you should know about the injury of this Marquis. Can we find someone to fight in my stead?"
It seemed that he was really determined to compete with him. Tang Yueshan glanced at the teenager behind Marquis Xuanping. He knew this teenager. His name was Chang Jing and he was a dark guard. As for his specific origin, Tang Yueshan didn't know much about it.
Tang Yueshan couldn’t sense the aura of the other party at all. There were two situations that made this possible. One was that the other party didn’t know martial arts, and the other was that his martial arts were above his. Undoubtedly, the other party wasn’t the first one.
It was strange but also not at the same time.
It wasn’t strange because Tang Yueshan was a man who led troops to war. He studied the art of resisting the enemy on the battlefield. His martial arts were extremely high, but wasn’t necessarily as high as a dark guard assassin.
The strange thing was that this teenager was so mysterious that no one in the capital had ever found out his background.
Tang Yueshan was someone who cared about his face, but he was by no means the kind of person who would suffer for his face. Provocation might be a bit effective on him, but what really prompted him to agree to the bet was his own selfishness—— he wanted to get rid of Xiao Ji's identity as Marquis Xuanping.
Therefore, he wouldn’t let Chang Jing fight in Marquis Xuanping’s stead just to save this little bit of face, even if Marquis Xuanping accused him of bullying a person with a waist injury and that such a victory wasn’t worth it.
"I don’t agree." Tang Yueshan said firmly.
Sure enough, he heard Marquis Xuanping click his tongue, "You’re bullying someone with a waist injury, aren’t you afraid that people will laugh at you if the words get out."
Tang Yueshan snorted coldly, "Bet if you can afford to bet. If not, you can leave."
"Bet, of course. Is this Marquis the kind of person who can't afford to bet?" Marquis Xuanping was famous for his shamelessness. Tang Yueshan was afraid of losing, but Marquis Xuanping wasn’t. He was thick-skinned, he could afford to bet and he could also afford to lose.
In some ways, this was a reputation unique to Marquis Xuanping, and Tang Yueshan wasn’t afraid that he would cheat afterwards.
"All right, then let’s start it at once." Marquis Xuanping spread out his palm, revealing two marbles made of jade, "You pick one."
Tang Yueshan was stunned, "Start what?"
Marquis Xuanping said, "Game of marbles ah!"
Tang Yueshan simply felt choked, "You... When you mentioned fighting... You’re talking about this all along?"
"Ah, yes!" Marquis Xuanping said matter-of-factly, "What else do you think it was?"
A fight... a physical fight!
Tang Yueshan clenched his fists. He was so angry that the corner of his mouth was twitching.
He just told him to bet if he could afford to bet and leave and he couldn’t. He couldn’t go back on his own word now. Having no shame wasn’t the issue, it was breaking one’s own words.
Tang Yueshan drew a breath of cold air. He had never thought that he would have to compete with others in this kind of game at his age.
Was there really nothing wrong with Marquis Xuanping's brain? How did he come up with this idea? Was he not really ashamed to do this?
Tang Yueshan had played this thing when he was young, and he was quite good at it. Not to mention a person who practiced martial arts like him had sharp eyes, nimble hands, and accurate aim, therefore he wasn’t afraid either.
"Fine, fine, fine. I’m taking this one!"
He responded impatiently, picking a marble at random.
Chang Jing's marbles look similar, but in fact, each one was different. For example, Tang Yueshan chose the blue and white marble, while Marquis Xuanping was holding a marble with a very exquisite pattern.
Marquis Xuanping had people dig two small holes in the ground for him and Tang Yueshan. There were many ways to play marbles. He asked Tang Yueshan to choose the method, and Tang Yueshan chose the one that didn't require taking turns. Apart from the marble in their hands, the two men each took another ten marbles, and whoever shot these ten marbles into the hole first was the winner.
It sounded very simple.
Only, Tang Yueshan felt like a retard crouching down and doing this in front of so many of his subordinates.
At any rate, Marquis Xuanping was a handsome retard, and everything he did was pleasing to the eye. But when Tang Yueshan crouched down there, it made people unable to look straight at him.
Tang Yueshan suddenly felt a little regretful. Why did he have to make a bet with this madman? Had he forgotten that this madman never did a few normal things?
Marquis Xuanping crouched on the ground and turned to look at Tang Yueshan, "Is Lord Tang ready?"
At this moment, many people had heard the news that the two big shots were having a competition outside the torture chamber, and they had come to watch it. As a result——
You’re showing them this?!
Tang Yueshan was so ashamed and shouted with false bravado, "What are you all looking at? Don't you have your training!"
Everyone was scared off!
Now, the only ones left at the scene were the two retards... er no, the two big shots, their subordinates and Gu Changqing.
Gu Changqing wasn’t interested in this. He sat on the straw mat inside the torture chamber, resting his back against the wall and closing his eyes in repose.
Tang Yueshan cursed Marquis Xuanping thousands of times in his mind. Then, accompanied by the sound of a gong struck by Chang Jing, today's game of marbles began.
Tang Yueshan was full of confidence, believing that Marquis Xuanping hadn’t practiced martial arts for a long time due to his waist injury. On the other hand, he had been training day and night, so his control should be better than Marquis Xuanping.
However, the next moment, Tang Yueshan felt like his face was pressed down and rubbed on the ground by Marquis Xuanping.
Before Tang Yueshan could hit a single marble into the hole, Marquis Xuanping’s ten marbles all went into the hole uniformly. That's right, he hit ten marbles with a single marble, a technique so clean and decisive it could be called godly!
Tang Yueshan was dumbfounded.
Be honest, you used all your time for training to play marbles, right?
Marquis Xuanping let out an ‘aiya’, then slowly stood up with seemingly great effort and looked down at the stupefied Tang Yueshan, "You lost, Lord Tang."
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