"Hulagu Khan, both your legs are broken. Aren't you just humiliating yourself by going onstage? Get down already, lest you tarnish the Mongol Empire's prestige." Others feared him, but Wang Baobao did not. Seeing this, he could not help laughing mockingly.
Hulagu Khan shot him a cold glance. "Don't get too smug either, Wang Baobao. As they say, fortunes turn. Who knows how miserable your end will be someday?"
Wang Baobao burst into laughter. "Since when have we Mongols needed some illusory fate to comfort ourselves? Fine, then I'll watch and see how you fight your way through the rest."
Hulagu Khan's expression darkened. He ignored him and turned his attention to the opponent before him.
Lü Shisheng, standing across from him, could not help shuddering. The man's legs were clearly broken, so why did a single glance from him still make him feel as though a savage beast were watching him?
"You may begin!" Seeing the two of them merely glaring at each other, the referee beside them had no choice but to remind them.
Hulagu Khan withdrew his gaze and said indifferently, "You may make your move."
Lü Shisheng cupped his hands. "There is no need to fight this match. Your Highness has won."
The training ground erupted in uproar. Xue Baochai and the Yellow-robed Woman both frowned, while Xue Pan could not be bothered with anything else and immediately shouted, "You haven't even fought yet. How do you know he's won?"
Lü Shisheng seemed to have expected the question. Without the slightest panic, he replied, "I saw Your Highness fight during the group matches. Your Highness's martial arts far surpass mine. Now that Your Highness is injured, even if I won, it would be an undeserved victory and would weigh on my conscience. That would not be