Feng Yu Jiu Tian vol.29 ch.4/2

Translator: churnie

The Great King of Li Kingdom has been taught by a famous teacher since he was a child, sits in the palace, goes out on the battlefield, and has extraordinary attainments in martial arts, between an arch and a brace, the strength is condensed in the five fingers that are flying towards Feng Ming, and grabbing Feng Ming’s front in one fell swoop, dragging him fly across the air.

This grasping speed is fast, the force is strong, and the angle is ingenious, making it impossible to hide, not to mention Feng Ming, even if Rong Hu comes, he probably won’t be able to escape.

But Feng Ming doesn’t think of hiding at all, he might have cowered and trembled when he met Ruo Yan in the past, but today is different, today he is already angry, so angry that he has been transformed.

If he used to be a little wild dog who would droop his ears and droop his tail when he saw Ruo Yan, just looking for a corner to hide in, then now, he straightens his ears and tail.

Also, revealing the thick and white teeth that will bite the tyrant!

When Ruo Yan tugs at his front, he is not retreating, but is jumping forward, as a result, Ruo yan’s catching action really help him to jump towards him, and the distance between the two is shortened to zero, breathing on each other’s faces, piercing each other’s eyes until the back of the head.

Ruo Yan grabs his right wrist like lightning, the wrist bone is clasped tightly by cast steel-like five fingers, he’s strangled to the point where it’s almost broken, a numbness mixed with severe pain rushes to Feng Ming’s brain, he trembles all over, and then opens his mouth.

Right.

Open his mouth.

Because he’s angry, he’s grinding his teeth, itchy.

Itch, his hands itch, his feet itch…

His teeth itch!　

So regardless of being caught by his front, regardless of his wrist being buckled, he turns into a dazzling and brilliant meteor, flying across the sky, like a wet and bright rainbow after the rain, like a very angry falcon on Jingsun Island when someone trampled its nest and stole its eggs, he smashes his head directly on Ruo Yan’s neck.

(T/n: Feng Nong playing words, falcon in Chinese is Sun/隼, the same Sun in 驚隼/JingSun/Frightened Falcon island)

Aw! Woo!

Bite! Bite Ruo Yan’s carotid artery.

No, it’s not the carotid artery, unfortunately, it’s a bit off…

Ruo Yan turns his head suddenly at the nick of time, avoiding the vitals of the carotid artery, but he can’t completely avoid Feng Ming’s teeth, the stinging pain from the teeth biting into the flesh comes from the muscles of his neck, the unprecedented danger and stimulation makes him stand awestruck, without thinking, he slaps Feng Ming’s face fiercely.

Pa!

The main hall seems to tremble suddenly amid the loud slap, following the sound, Feng Ming is like a piece of cloth blown by a strong wind, his body is pulled away by the huge force, and he hit the simple and beautiful sword rack in the palace hall, smashing it terribly and falling heavily to the ground.

“You bit me?!” Ruo Yan asks condescendingly.

He is a wise and calm king, when he wants to control his emotions, he can always control them very well.

But anger can be contagious, especially the person who broke out in anger first, in his heart he has occupied and encroached his heart, beautiful, seductive, and has existed for too long.

He can control himself in front of many people, but he doesn’t want to control himself too much in front of this person at all.

If the openness of ordinary people’s emotions can only be seen by special people, then Feng Ming is undoubtedly the special person that Ruo Yan has voluntarily chose.

So when Ruo Yan got kicked and bitten, his chest still hurt, and he felt hot blood coming out of the wound on his neck, his mood was extremely complicated, and unexpectedly burst out three words that didn’t seem to come from his mouth —— you bite me?

 You? Bite? Me? ! ! !

As soon as he uttered these three words, he knew that he had made a mistake in asking, but a sharp, indescribable pleasure filled his chest, as if something new had suddenly been mixed into his life.

This feeling is completely indescribable, if one has to describe it, then it can only be barely described as — an illusion of a woman teasing by pretending to be displeased with him, with the smell of blood, extremely perverted.

It’s just that this inexplicable pleasure immediately dissipates due to the dead silence in the palace hall, and is replaced by a chill that constricts the heart.

Except for his three-words question just now and his heavy breathing, he can’t hear any sound from Feng Ming.

The slap just now sends Feng Ming flying.

It is very, very powerful to be able to blow a person away with a single slap.

People have an animal-like instinct to protect themselves, especially for masters who have learned martial arts for many years, once such an important place as the neck is restrained, there is absolutely no room for counterattack. Ruo Yan’s neck was bitten, and his hands were faster than his brain, he just slapped Feng Ming away, instead of pinching Feng Ming’s neck, and crushing Feng Ming’s throat with explosive force, it was already a blessing in misfortune

But before… the little wild dog who was brave and tough just now, kicking and biting, with infinite vitality, became a dead dog lying motionless on the ground with a single slap, no, it was a wonderful flower that had been fanned to pieces, the petals were withered, it was sad and beautiful, and the strange fragrance became more and more tangy.

“Feng Ming?”

Ruo Yan calls out.

He approaches, but he doesn’t dare to hug him recklessly, he doesn’t know how many bones Feng Ming broke and where.

His fingertips stretch out under the small and stubborn nose.

He breaths a sigh of relief.

At least he’s still breathing.

His fingertips brush against his cheeks again, don’t know if it’s an illusion, his cheeks are pale but very hot, so hot that his fingertips are scalded, like egg white that has just been steamed and peeled off in winter.

Being touched in the face, Feng Ming who is probably fainting just now, trembling his black long eyelashes, and the slits of his eyes are slightly opened.

Ruo Yan let out another breath of relief.

“Tell me, where does it hurt?” In desperation, he forgets to call himself This King, actually, he wants to ask, where did you get hurt when you hit the ground just now? Ruo Yan is proficient in medicine and knows that if he suffers an internal injury or a broken bone, he must figure out the situation before moving him.

Feng Ming rolls his eyes angrily and coldly.

It hurts everywhere! Asshole.

His hands hurt, his feet hurt, the left side of his cheek must be very swollen, with tingling pain in the numbness, and… his gums hurt so bad… the bite just now is almost like gnawing on a hard brick, how can the muscles in his neck get so hard?

Don’t know if the muscles on Rong Tian’s neck are also so hard.

Feng Ming also bit Rong Tian, ​​but of course, he never bit as hard as he bit Ruo Yan today. Biting Rong Tian is fun, biting Ruo Yan… is definitely not interesting.

His mind is dizzy, his vision is blurry, and after too many emotions are overlaid, it will often become emotionless. Feng Ming falls to the ground, enduring the aftermath of the tremendous slap, his left ear is still buzzing, he can only listen to things with his right ear temporarily.

The man strokes his body with his palm, although there’s no eroticism, he’s full of possessiveness.

But Feng Ming actually makes a decision.

He decides to rest for a few minutes first.

“…” A sharp pain in his chest makes Feng Ming frown silently and dully.

“You’re very lucky,” Ruo Yan’s tone reveals that he also breaths a sigh of relief, “It’s just a broken rib.”

Just now, he flew in mid-air and directly hit the bronze cast sword rack, he hit such a hard thing with such a great force, it was good enough that he didn’t die on the spot.

Even Ruo Yan felt a little scared.

He also made up his mind to change his image, to treat him gently and kindly, and win him over from Rong Tian.

As a result, he didn’t beat him to death in the end.

The King of Li is rarely dissatisfied with himself.

“I’m very lucky, but… this is your misfortune.” Feng Ming gets up from the ground, his movement is very slow, and he can’t even stand up immediately, so he can only change from lying down to sitting.

While panting and talking, a trace of bright red flows from the corner of his mouth to his chin.

Drops on the snow-white silk clothes, like the stubborn red plums blooming the first heavy snowfall in early winter.

Ruo Yan looks at Fengming, a little annoyed and a little funny.

Then, he sees Feng Ming’s outstretched hand, which is clean and slender, holding a dagger that clearly has the characteristics of the Tong Kingdom.

It was sent by the visiting envoys of Tong Kingdom. Before Tong Kingdom’s great king Qing Ding died, Tong Kingdom had planned to form an alliance with Li Kingdom, Qing Ding died in the process of this secret alliance, which led to the civil strife over the succession of the throne also caused Feng Ming to go on a rampage in Tong Kingdom and bring down Tong Kingdom’s world-famous navy.

But the sword remained.

It was made of precious dual luminous sand, the blade was black and extremely sharp, Ruo Yan liked it very much and put it on the sword rack in his imperial bedroom.

But with his loud slap just now, Feng Ming, who was blown away, knocked down the sword stand and fell into a pile of swaying mess.

“You think you can fight me with a dagger?” Ruo Yan asks interestingly.

Feng Ming nods.

Hinting very seriously, very earnestly.

The shiny black eyes make the man’s heart itchy and burn hot.

“You want to kill me?”

Feng Ming nods again.

The smile on the King of Li’s face deepen uncontrollably.

This is so much fun.

Getting along with Feng Ming has such advantages, it will never be dull, like going up and down the mountain quickly, suddenly surprised, suddenly worried, and suddenly, it becomes fun again.

“You think you have the ability to kill me?”

Feng Ming doesn’t nod this time.

He thinks for a while, then speaks lightly, “I’ll try.”

Slowly, Ruo Yan restrains his amusing smile, staring at Feng Ming, and examining him deeply.

This little guy is not physically strong enough for him, half of his face is swollen and ugly, blood is dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he also has a broken rib, but in front of his own astonishing strength he shows his dagger and says, I’ll try.

Because it’s spoken lightly, these three words have real weight.

He has always thought that Feng Ming is a cute little thing who is suitable to be hugged in his arms and kept deep in the palace, but when Feng Ming said these three words, Ruo Yan suddenly understood that this little thing is actually a… king.

Duke Ming of Xirei.

(T/n: in some early translation, Feng Ming’s title translated as King Ming, but his King status lower than Rong Tian’s, thus the next translator translated it as Duke Ming so as to not confused people)

“Why?” Ruo Yan asks.

With his skillfulness, he more or less has guessed that this might have something to do with that imperial order of massacres.

But he still can’t understand.

Why? Just for some people you don’t know at all, you suddenly become a different person.

“You don’t understand.” Feng Ming replies with a smile.

His face is swollen from the beating, this smile really doesn’t have any connotations of beauty, but it’s very chic.

What is very strange is that it is still very attractive, not the cute and lively, youthful and charming allure, but the cold rose watered by the water from the melting iceberg, which flaunting his thorns in the cold wind, showing no fear of greed, so strong that even if he bled from his thorns, it still made him feel cool and exciting.

“Maybe I don’t understand,” Ruo Yan says thoughtfully, “That’s why I ask you to explain.”

“You don’t understand.” Feng Ming shakes his head, the same three words, and then gives him a conclusion, “So, you will never be as good as Rong Tian.”

Fan Jia’s subjugated noblemen, and Mei River’s fishermen.　

Everyone around him was comforting, and everyone told him that ‘it’s not your fault’, as long as he heard these words, Feng Ming would sink deeper into the pain of feeling ashamed and unable to regret.

They said that ‘this is how the chaos world is’, for hundreds of years in the Eleven Kingdoms, they beat each other, and the common people died innocently, but Feng Ming couldn’t accept it.

He was not from this chaos world, he was born in a peaceful era, and he had seen a world where ordinary people had dignity and enjoyed life protection.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he fell into this strange era, he could study hard to adapt to its messy situation, but he would never let go of its messy concept of superiority and inferiority, and people’s lives were like grass!

So his reaction was so big that he showed his shining sword to the man he feared the most.

You do not understand.

You will never be comparable to Rong Tian.

This is not a question of who meets who first, who gets who first, nor is it an issue of Xirei and Li Kingdom, nor is it an issue of throne and power.

This is a matter of human life!

Even humble people should have the right to live!

Feng Ming stands up with difficulty but resolutely, clenching the dagger in his hand, staggering half a step back, distancing himself from Ruo Yan, and saying in a deep voice, “I challenge you.”

It’s not Duke Ming of Xirei, or the young master of the Xiao family.

It’s just me.

It’s just Feng Ming!

It is a person who does not agree with this unequal killing prerogative, and challenge the person who issue this ruthless killing order.

Ruo Yan stares at Feng Ming like a mountain that has been silent for thousands of years.

He doesn’t laugh at his scars, he doesn’t laugh at his overconfidence, and he doesn’t laugh at the short black sword in his hand.

There are more than one black dagger on the sword rack in King of Li’s imperial bedroom, but now the sword rack fall down, and all the swords fall to the ground.

Ruo Yan bends down, picking up two long swords with both hands at the same time, throwing one to Feng Ming casually, taking one in his own hand, and taking it out of its sheath.

The sword glows coldly, and it’s printed King of Li’s face with a faint and inexplicable emotion.

His eyes sweep over the cold edge.

“This King has always thought that in This King’s life, the first and only one who dares to challenge This King would be Rong Tian.” Ruo Yan smiles with a touch of emotion, “Unexpectedly, it would be you .”

“However, This King must admit it.”

“You have the qualifications.”

Ruo Yan raises his sword and stands upright.

The intimidating aura silently presses down on Feng Ming who is facing him, making him suffocate.

“This King recognizes that you have this qualification, not because of your status, nor because of your insignificant martial arts. But because…” Ruo Yan murmurs, “You are so marvelous, making This King can’t help but be tempted.”

Feng Ming doesn’t answer.

He takes a deep breath, raises his sword, and rushes over.

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This is the real fight of this novel, never thought that Ruo Yan would finally fought Feng Ming and not Rong Tian.