Besides these people, there were naturally several small groups of nobles in the capital, centered around the eldest princess, the second prince, the fourth prince, and others.
The arrival of a group of experts from vassal states attracted a lot of attention, especially towards Sun Fei. During this period, Sun Fei's reputation soared. As the number one expert in the Empire Ranking Competition, he obtained the command of the [ Wolf Fang Legion ]. He was a rising political star, and more and more people were secretly studying His Majesty the King's preferences and characteristics. For a time, surprise, disdain, solemnity, closeness, hostility... all kinds of expressions were displayed in the gazes.
The eldest princess sat on one of the few stone chairs, and under the careful protection of the purple-clad girl Ziyan, she nodded slightly to Sun Fei from afar.
The aloof and icy girl, Ziyan, nodded in greeting.
"Hehehe, Alexander, you're a little late." With a charming laugh, the Witch Paris showed no restraint, swaying her slender waist with captivating allure as she approached. She affectionately poked Sun Fei's chest with her beautiful, freshly peeled finger, and giggled, "I was just talking about you with Prince Oka..."
Sun Fei was at his wit's end, but he forced a few words in response.
The Witch seemed to enjoy teasing Sun Fei more and more. She pulled Sun Fei to the Second Prince Dominguez and chatted with him for a few minutes. Sun Fei had always had a good impression of the Second Prince, and the two chatted quietly for a while. The atmosphere was quite pleasant. In the end, Sun Fei returned to the group of experts from the vassal state.
However, to many others, this conversation had a different meaning – the King of Chambord, the Second Prince, and Paris were so familiar with each other, even chatting and laughing in front of so many people, that it seemed he had completely sided with the Second Prince.
Thinking of this, many people couldn't help but turn their attention to the eldest princess.
Because everyone knows that the eldest princess is on the side of the eldest prince Arshavin, in the struggle for the imperial throne.
However, no one could discern anything from the princess's expression. This woman, known as the " Empire Female Literary Sage " and the " Ice Asura," remained calm and composed. Surrounded by nobles close to the eldest prince's faction, she sat quietly on a stone bench covered with a soft black cashmere carpet, engrossed in a slightly worn but seemingly over a thousand-page book.
However, the nobles around the princess all looked at Sun Fei with hostility in their eyes.
Seemingly sensing something, the purple-clad girl, Ziyan, frowned slightly. Then, amidst the surprised gazes of the crowd, she slowly walked up to Sun Fei Sun Fei, whispered something in his ear in a slightly intimate manner, and then pointed to the distant Princess.
Sun Fei was both amused and exasperated, and nodded in agreement.
Ziyan then quietly walked back and stood beside the princess.
This scene left some observers slightly stunned. Could it be that King of Chambord actually had some connection with the eldest princess and the eldest prince's faction? Otherwise, why would he be so ambiguous with Ziyan, the eldest princess's personal attendant? Some young nobles almost had their eyes pop out of their sockets. Ziyan was known for her aloofness and coldness in the capital's aristocratic circles. Rumor had it that even when the fourth prince proposed Ziyan, she personally refused. Why would she now be actively engaging with King of Chambord?
In an instant, the fourth prince Christo, turned extremely ugly.
Time passed slowly in this subtle and strange atmosphere. Martial Saint Mountain, who had led everyone to the viewing area, had disappeared without a trace, as if he had vanished.
However, everyone knows that the defenses of Martial Saint Mountain are extremely tight. At this moment, it seems calm and peaceful, but if anyone dares to wander around recklessly, a storm will surely break out in the next instant. Sun Fei can faintly sense that there are extremely powerful auras hidden everywhere in Martial Saint Mountain, which means that there are experts guarding it.
Before we knew it, dusk was approaching.
According to the rumors circulating beforehand, the duel Martial Saint should have taken place at dusk, but strangely enough, the two Martial Saint have not yet appeared by this time.
Sun Fei kept observing his surroundings.
The open grassland where everyone was standing was not the highest peak of Jianfeng. A hundred meters away, a stone pillar about fifty meters in diameter and a hundred meters high rose into the sky, piercing the slightly gloomy sky. This was the summit of Martial Saint Mountain.
If Sun Fei's guess is correct, the two Martial Saint should be having their final battle at the top of this hundred-meter-tall stone pillar.
When the time comes, everyone will be able to stand on this open grassy area and have a full view of this epic battle, enjoying it without worrying about being affected by the aftershocks of the battle between the two powerful figures.
Turning his head unintentionally, Sun Fei noticed that the Fourth Prince, Christo, was standing with a group of young nobles, pointing and gesturing in their direction, their eyes gleaming with disdain as they laughed at something.
Sun Fei shook his head, speechless at the sight of the fourth prince.
In recent days, Sun Fei had received a lot of intelligence from the [ Letters and Visits Office ], and gradually began to understand the overall situation in the capital. He was no longer as clueless as before. He knew that the Fourth Prince had always been unwilling to be overshadowed by the First and Second Princes, and had always wanted to compete for the throne. Unfortunately, he was ambitious but lacked the ability to achieve his goals. He was talented but virtuous, yet he was arrogant and self-important, and did not know his own limitations. He thought he was a divine Son of God favored by the gods, but in the eyes of many people, he was just a joke and a clown.
Those who could appear in this open space were mostly of prominent status. In comparison, the twenty-three experts from vassal states had the lowest status and were therefore discriminated against by some nobles. Pointing fingers and whispering were the least of their worries; they were also subjected to verbal abuse.
Gradually, the scattered experts from the vassal states retreated with sullen expressions.
Some of these people originally wanted to take this opportunity to befriend some nobles, but they were rebuffed several times. The nobles looked down on them from the bottom of their hearts. Apart from a few truly skilled experts who received a response, the others returned dejectedly.
Sun Fei smiled slightly; this was truly humiliating.
Just then, footsteps sounded in the distance again. Everyone turned around and saw three Martial Saint Mountain, dressed in linen robes and carrying the Autumn Water Sword, walking over with more than a dozen people.
Sun Fei spotted some familiar faces among them. The group at the head were the Spartak Empire's Official Courier Station District when he was riding in a magic carriage. The warrior whose shoulder had been pierced by the stone he had thrown was also among them. He seemed to have fully recovered from his injury, moving with great energy and showing no signs of discomfort.
However, it seems that Iaquinta, the Spartacus warrior, is not among them.
"The people of the Spartak Empire have arrived..."
"It's the Spartak Martial Saint Group! Those damned bastards, how dare they show their faces here?"
"Don't stop me, let me kill these damned Butcher!"
Seeing that the Spartak dared to appear on Martial Saint Mountain, the crowd was immediately agitated. Whether they were experts from vassal states or nobles from the capital, they were all filled with righteous indignation. In this respect, the Zenit people were able to unite against a common enemy and were exceptionally united. Some of the more excited ones even rushed out.
However, they were quickly stopped and brought back by the experts from Martial Saint Mountain.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense, but the Spartak Empire warriors were unusually arrogant, especially the leading ones in light blue armor, who spoke tauntingly and laughed without restraint...
Sun Fei frowned slightly.
Elena and Sun Fei seemed to understand each other perfectly, instantly grasping His King's meaning. They slowly walked over and softly said to the Spartak warriors, " King Alexander has ordered you to shut up!"
"Oh, a beautiful lady is coming over here!"
"Hey, pretty girl, what's your King Alexander? Call him over so we can see him, hehe!"
Upon seeing Elena's goddess-like appearance and demeanor, the Spartak warriors were immediately filled with wicked thoughts. Several of the more talkative ones even deliberately teased her. For them, since the two sides were on opposing sides, it was a pleasure to annoy this Zenit warrior.
"You're looking for me?" Sun Fei appeared behind Elena at some point, stopping the beautiful mercenary from making a move.
"It was him?"
The leading Spartak warriors froze, a chill running down their spines. Wasn't this the Zenit who had so easily wounded their senior brother Barton that day? Damn it, how had they offended him again?
Upon seeing Sun Fei appear, the Spartak Empire warriors slunk back, not daring to say another word.
This scene was witnessed by many. Some experts from vassal states had already shown admiration in their eyes. With just one sentence, the arrogance of that damned Spartak warrior was instantly extinguished. This was the demeanor of the number one expert from the vassal states of the empire. And those young nobles in the capital who were originally hostile to Sun Fei now had their gazes soften.
Just then--
"Look! It's... the Martial Saint has appeared!"
Someone in the crowd called out tremblingly. Everyone looked in the direction he was pointing, and sure enough, at the top of the huge stone pillar a hundred meters away, two figures had quietly appeared, standing silently as if they had always existed there, but had not noticed them before.
As dusk fell, the demonic moon began to rise.
The two Martial Saint fought a decisive battle atop Martial Saint Mountain.
They finally arrived.
Night had just begun to fall, and the demonic moon had risen to the same level as the mountain peak. The figures of the two powerful figures were reflected in the huge, bright demonic moon, appearing ethereal and otherworldly, their robes fluttering in the wind. Only the outlines of their slender figures could be clearly seen, creating an extremely beautiful scene filled with indescribable poetic charm.
Iaquinta, the Spartacus warrior, was tall and imposing, like a mountain. He wore light leather armor, not particularly unconventional attire, with his arms crossed over his chest and long hair flowing like a waterfall. Standing there motionless, he exuded an extreme sense of aggression and oppression from afar.
Meanwhile, the opponent stood silently on the other side...
Upon seeing this figure, Sun Fei was suddenly shocked. His mouth dropped open, and his face was filled with disbelief. He absolutely never expected that the Zenit Martial Saint Krasich was actually him!
Third update.