Wen Xi had no shortage of experts under his command, but Jiang Wenyue was only a boy in his teens, and an unknown one at that. The four elders and eight commandants under Wen Xi were too embarrassed to go out and bully him. Apart from those four elders and eight commandants, however, there really was no one who could defeat Jiang Wenyue. His seventeen consecutive victories had not only made his name, but also won him all manner of weapons, bows, arrows, armor, and even a fine horse, though horses were the very thing Wang Chong lacked least.
Wang Chong clicked his tongue in satisfaction. "Jiang Wenyue really does have talent! If he hadn't been born a slave and never truly learned martial arts when he was younger, his achievements would certainly have gone beyond this."
The four elders under Wen Xi exchanged glances. All felt that, as veteran generals who had been famous for years, although they could certainly defeat Jiang Wenyue, doing so would surely damage their reputations. They could only pretend not to notice.
Han Meng, one of the eight commandants, could not resist calling out, "Prince of Yan, this young general of yours is certainly no match for me. Please send someone else to fight."
Jiang Wenyue was still unconvinced, but Wang Chong had already learned from Wen Chan'er about the abilities of Wen Xi's generals. He hurriedly called him back and was considering how to refuse. After all, he had only come to pay Wen Xi a visit, not to flaunt his might before the old Grand Preceptor. Just then, he heard a youthful, hearty voice say, "Let me face Commandant Han Meng of the Grand Preceptor's command."
Wang Chong glanced over and saw Wang Xuanfeng, which immediately put him somewhat at ease. This