Wang Baobao below the stage clearly had the same thought and shouted, "Hulagu Khan, you're a cripple now, so what are you still trying to prove? Hurry up and surrender!"
Hulagu Khan had been invincible throughout the Western Expedition these past years, and his prestige in the army was at its peak. If he voluntarily surrendered without fighting this time, it would deal a devastating blow to his reputation.
"You're so certain I'll lose?" Hulagu Khan sneered.
Wang Baobao snorted. "Even at your peak, you might not have been able to defeat this Mr. Bai. Now you can't even stand up. What are you going to fight him with?"
Hulagu Khan said calmly, "There are ways to fight standing and ways to fight sitting. No need for your concern."
Shan Yuru on the stage could not help but laugh softly. "Your Highness's composure is truly admirable. At another time, I might even have willingly fought you while seated, but today concerns the important matter of marrying a princess. I will not hold back."
"As you wish," Hulagu Khan replied indifferently.
Seeing how calm he was, Song Qingshu could not help feeling puzzled. Was Hulagu Khan merely putting on a brave front, or did he truly have some hidden move?
"Then excuse me." Shan Yuru was also wary of his reaction. Her opening attack was a feint, yet her opponent did not move in the slightest, making her hop about alone like a performing monkey.
Shan Yuru grew annoyed. *I've been far too cautious. Even if Hulagu Khan weren't injured, his martial arts would only be on par with mine. In a fight to the death, I would most likely still win with the Yin Gui Sect's demonic arts. Now both his legs are broken and he's sitting in a wheelchair.