As the young people stood stunned, and as Sikong Jing continued to piece together the situation...
Teng Yue gave another bitter laugh and sighed. "Princess Fennel, do you really think this battle can be fair? Once they learn who you are, do you think they can truly fight with all they have?"
As he spoke, Teng Yue pointed toward the more than two thousand young people. Naturally, he still had not noticed Sikong Jing's presence.
Princess Fennel smiled with imperious charm...
"Of course it can't be absolutely fair. But you can ask them now—would they be willing to have you become my prince consort?"
"They all desperately want me to lose."
"So you should have the greater advantage. This princess is going easy on you."
Lian Zhidiao and the other young people's mouths twitched violently.
No matter who they were, no matter whether they knew Teng Yue or not...
Of course, none of them wanted to watch some lowly disciple from a mere Three-Leaf-level sect leap through the Dragon Gate and become the prince consort. Lian Zhidiao especially—when he heard that Princess Fennel liked Teng Yue, his eyes had turned bloodshot.
He wanted nothing more than to hack Teng Yue into ten thousand pieces!
Therefore, most of the men would do everything in their power to make Teng Yue win and Princess Fennel... lose!
Only by helping Teng Yue defeat Princess Fennel could that foolish, hopelessly oblivious bastard be kept from becoming the prince consort.
But Teng Yue shook his head. "If they make you lose, wouldn't they be offending you to the death?"
The moment those words fell, Lian Zhidiao and the other men, whose jealousy was on the verge of exploding, widened their eyes wildly again.
That was right. If they caused Princess Fennel to lose, what if