Chapter 198 Awesome, I admit defeat
Finally, Yue Yao took a deep breath, stepped forward, and bowed gracefully to Emperor Ren.
"Your Majesty, we... lost."
She raised her head, her gaze fixed on Shen Yulou, a captivating smile playing on her lips.
"For these five hundred thousand taels of silver, we, the Wulin Kingdom, accept our defeat."
First Scholar of Wulin Kingdom was instantly petrified, his face changing from red to purple, then from purple to black, finally turning pale, as if all his spirit had been drained, leaving him swaying precariously.
Public humiliation!
And international public humiliation!
He, the dignified First Scholar of Wulin Kingdom, was made to look like a monkey in the Golden Throne Hall by a pretty boy using a three-year-old's brain-teaser!
If this spread back to the Wulin Kingdom, how could First Scholar of Wulin Kingdom ever face the scholarly community again?
He would surely become a laughingstock for all eternity!
"I... I refuse to accept this!"
First Scholar of Wulin Kingdom pointed at Shen Yulou, trembling with rage, saliva flying.
"This is not scholarship at all! It's... it's heresy! It's sophistry!"
"Oh?"
Shen Yulou raised an eyebrow, spreading his hands with a mischievous expression.
"But you just couldn't answer it, could you? What, can't you handle losing?"
"You!" First Scholar of Wulin Kingdom's vision went black with rage, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, collapsing unconscious on the spot.
Yue Yao frowned and gestured for her subordinates to take him away.
Yue Yao gracefully stepped back to the center of the hall.
Her enchanting eyes couldn't help but look at Shen Yulou.
This man was a hundred times more interesting than she had imagined!
"The Hun Kingdom is full of talented people; this humble woman is impressed."
Yue Yao bowed gracefully to Shen Yulou, then her tone shifted, a more dangerous curve appearing on her lips.
"However, the competition just now was literary, all about verbal skill.
I've heard that Great Hun values martial arts, with experts as numerous as clouds. Since we've competed in literature, how about we compete in martial arts now?"
Everyone's expressions tightened.
They knew she wouldn't give up so easily.
The ministers' hearts all sank, and their spirits instantly tensed up.
Yue Yao clapped her hands, and outside the hall, a burly man walked in with heavy steps.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
His footsteps were like thunder, each step causing the floor of the Golden Throne Hall to tremble slightly.
This fellow was nine feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, his arms thicker than an ordinary person's thighs.
His entire body was covered in dark, bulging muscles. Standing there, he was like a moving iron tower, exuding a powerful sense of oppression.
Although his physique was slightly inferior to Song Hu's, his ferocity was even greater.
"Your Majesty, Lord Shen."
Yue Yao introduced, "This is Iron Bull, the three-time consecutive champion of our Wulin Kingdom's'Slapping Contest'.
In our kingdom, perhaps only Song Hu can face him in a direct battle.
It's just a pity that our King cherishes talent and doesn't wish for both of them to be severely injured, so he has never allowed Song Hu to participate."
Slapping Contest?
Slapping each other?
The ministers in the hall looked at each other; what kind of bizarre competition was this?
Yue Yao seemed to see through their confusion and explained.
"The rules of the competition are very simple.
Both parties stand in place, no dodging allowed, and take turns slapping each other.
The match ends when one side voluntarily surrenders or is slapped unconscious."
As soon as she finished speaking, Iron Bull stepped forward, his bell-like eyes fixed on Shen Yulou.
"You're that Shen Yulou?
Skinny as a plucked chicken, and you dare to be with our Lady Yue Yao... Hmph!
I despise pretty boys like you who live off women!"
After speaking, he spat on the ground.
If Shen Yulou hadn't dodged quickly, the spittle would have landed on his shoe.
It seemed this Iron Bull must be an admirer of Yue Yao's, and his displeasure was due to Shen Yulou having spent the night with Yue Yao?
Instantly, the temperature of the entire hall dropped several degrees.
The ministers of the "Imperial Academy Parents' Association" all looked grim, rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight.
Damn it, cursing our Mr. Shen?
Cursing our Mr. Shen is cursing our children!
It's slapping us fathers in the face!
Shen Yulou, however, waved his hand, signaling everyone to calm down.
He smiled at Iron Bull, then turned to Yue Yao, asking with a curious expression.
"These rules... I have some doubts.
What if he's too strong, and I get slapped to death before I even get a chance to strike?
How about we try one round first?
After all, our dynasty doesn't have such bizarre competitions."
As he spoke, Shen Yulou even struck a starting pose with great solemnity.
"To be honest, I know the Seven Injuries Fist. It first injures oneself, then injures others. Its power is boundless, not for ordinary people!"
"Pfft..."
Iron Bull burst out laughing when he saw Shen Yulou's frail appearance, laughing so hard he doubled over.
"Seven Injuries Fist? With your puny body? I'm afraid you'll shake yourself to death before you even throw a punch! Stop making a fool of yourself here, hurry up and get out!"
Shen Yulou remained unfazed, merely stating softly.
"Back then, my Seven Injuries Fist broke your Wulin Kingdom's proud wulin shield. What, have you forgotten so quickly?"
Iron Bull's laughter abruptly stopped, and he snorted coldly.
"Hmph! You smeared vinegar on the shield, did you really think we didn't know?
It was nothing but a despicable trick!"
He scrutinized Shen Yulou, his eyes full of disdain.
"However, since you're looking for death, I'll grant your wish!
Let this pretty boy taste my slap first, so he won't be so arrogant in the future!"
"Minister Shen!"
Emperor Ren on the dragon throne was starting to get restless.
"Don't be reckless."
If anything bad happened to him, what would become of the Imperial Academy and the Jinbang Tower?
Shen Yulou turned back and gave Emperor Ren a reassuring look, saying confidently.
"Your Majesty, rest assured, this is just a trial, a warm-up, to let everyone see the rules. It's not a formal competition.
Even if Your humble servant loses, our Great Hun still has other fierce generals to fight again!"
With that, he walked in front of Iron Bull.
The size comparison between the two standing there was simply unbearable.
One was like a bamboo pole, the other like a small mountain.
Shen Yulou looked up at Iron Bull, then suddenly smiled gently and said.
"You see me as frail and weak, unable to even tie a chicken.
How about you let me go first?"
Iron Bull snorted at his words, patting his solid chest.
"Alright! You go first!
Anyway, with one slap from me, you'll probably be meeting the King of Hell! I'll let you die knowing why!"
"Good, brave warrior, you are righteous."
Upon hearing this, Shen Yulou took a deep breath.
Under the breathless gaze of everyone present, Shen Yulou swung his arm wide and delivered a slap!
Slap!!!
A crisp, loud slap echoed throughout the Golden Throne Hall!
Iron Bull's head snapped to the side, but his feet remained rooted to the spot, unmoving.
On his dark face, a vivid red five-finger print quickly appeared.
His resistance to blows was indeed strong enough!
Although it didn't hurt, it was extremely insulting!
Just as Iron Bull regained his senses, a ferocious grin on his face, ready to strike.
Shen Yulou suddenly took a step back, bowed to Emperor Ren and Yue Yao, and declared loudly and decisively.
"Brave warrior is indeed awesome! His divine strength covers the world!"
"I surrender