Chapter 564 Let’s Bet

The arena quieted for a moment before quickly erupting into chaos again.

"That man looks like he's already blind in one eye. How can he still fight? No matter how strong he is, can he really defeat so many people? And signing a death pact—isn't that just seeking death?"

"Exactly! They might not even want to sign it. This Miss Shen is so ruthless, actually risking lives like this!"

Some were also excited to see the martial contest.

"Why are you wasting words when they're willing to compete? Miss Shen is right—our Dongrong has always respected strength. If her one-eyed subordinate wins, then she's in the right! Who cares if so many can't beat him? Even if her man loses, I'd still admire her for her courage!" This person gave a thumbs up.

"Yes, if so many from the Houfu dare not accept the challenge, they're simply cowards!"

Listening to these discussions, Meng Zhiyi's innate warlike nature was stirred. She stomped her foot hard: "Let's compete! Are we afraid of one blind man with so many of us? Ridiculous!"

Shen Nan is practically asking for death. She doesn't even see how many people my brother has brought today!

"But if you lose, you'll let me slap you twenty times and kneel to apologize in public!"

Meng Ziyu just wanted to stop her, but it was too late. Su Youyue agreed immediately: "Alright, but what if your Houfu loses?"

"Impossible!" Meng Zhiyi denied outright, as if certain that even if the mountains crumbled and the earth split, their guards could not possibly lose.

Su Youyue raised an eyebrow, looking at Meng Ziyu: "Young Master Meng, I'll accept your two conditions for now. If your Houfu wins, I'll kneel in public today, let Meng Zhiyi slap me twenty times, and apologize to her. If my man wins, your Houfu will step aside for me."

At this, the crowd erupted again.

With these terms, Miss Shen is really at a disadvantage.

Is she stupid?

Could it be that she really has the confidence to win?

Looking at the lean, one-eyed young man on one side and the large group of burly guards on the other, everyone sighed.

How could this possibly be a win.

Does she think everyone's a General Tuoba?

"Young Master Meng, with such terms, you wouldn't dare to agree, would you?" Su Youyue chuckled, her eyes showing a fox-like playfulness.

Only then did Meng Zhiyi realize that her brother had not yet agreed. She couldn't help but pull his sleeve: "Brother, quickly agree! Let our people kill that blind man. Today, I'll smash that bitch's face!"

Meng Ziyu's eyebrows, usually gentle and smooth, now slightly furrowed.

After just a few seconds, he relented: "If Miss Shen wants to compete, my Houfu dares to accept the challenge. But Meng dares not compete with Miss Shen, after all, Miss Shen's character and filial piety are beyond compare."

As soon as these words came out, someone immediately burst out laughing.

Who doesn't know? Currently, in the Holy City, the most unfilial is this Miss Shen.

It is said that Master Shen and Madam Fang are so angry they've fallen ill, still unable to leave their home, and Shen Ershao's leg will take half a year to fully recover.

And Miss Shen has only been back at the Shen residence for a month, yet has already caused so much trouble.

Young Master Meng's words really hit a sore spot.

"Young Master Meng's verbal skills are quite impressive, very adept at changing the subject," Su Youyue curled her lips, unmoved. "Seems like you're afraid of losing, making excuses ahead of time."

Su Youyue slowly took two steps forward.

As she got closer, her delicate features became even more visible, her long, dark eyelashes distinct and clear, making anyone who faced her feel their thoughts were in disarray and impossible to hide.

"Or perhaps, does Meng Ziyu know the skills of my guard well?"

Meng Zhiyi suddenly couldn't understand what Shen Nan was saying. She felt there was a hidden meaning in her words but couldn't quite grasp it, so she could only look at Meng Ziyu.

Meng Ziyu, on the other hand, remained expressionless, as if these words had no effect on him. However, Meng Zhiyi, familiar with her brother, detected a slight change beneath his calm exterior, as if he had encountered a worthy opponent, shifting from his usual composure to a more cautious demeanor.

"Who could know the skills of Shen Nan's guard better than Shen Nan herself? If we are to compete, then let it be. Someone, get me paper and ink, we shall draw up a death pact," Meng Ziyu said firmly, his gaze fixed on the woman across from him.

Su Youyue, calm and unhurried, waved to the shop assistant who had come out of the tavern to watch the commotion.

The shop assistant, who had been enjoying the spectacle, was kicked in the rear by the shopkeeper and quickly ran over.

"Miss Shen, what do you need?"

"Get me some paper and ink. I will also personally write a death pact. Also, please bring me a chair. Standing is tiring," Su Youyue said, tossing a piece of silver to the shop assistant.

The shop assistant quickly complied.

The crowd found this amusing.

"Miss Shen is so calm, even now, she still wants to sit and watch. I'm afraid I won't be able to squeeze in to see later."

"Don't say that, really, Shen Nan may not have the best reputation, but in person, she seems neither arrogant nor impatient. She's quite likable."

Meng Zhiyi was fuming. She couldn't stand hearing even the slightest praise for Shen Nan and couldn't help but glare at the passerby.

Unfortunately, the passerby didn't care.

This was Dongrong, where strength spoke louder than words.

If one truly had power, sometimes, family background wasn't as important.

General Tuoba was a prime example. Originally from a remote tribe, he rose to the highest ranks of the court due to his strength, and no one dared to offend him.

The shop assistant quickly brought the paper and ink. After Su Youyue wrote two copies of the death pact, Zhe Ying, standing behind her, silently pressed his handprint onto the contract using the inkpad the shop assistant had brought along.

The guards of the Hou family looked at each other, and soon someone stepped forward to press their handprint as well.

They were merely being pushed into this situation. Most of the guards were not bound by a life contract but by a work contract, and they had no reason to risk their lives. But with so many people watching, how could they refuse? If they backed down now, wouldn't that make them look like cowards?

Looking at the young man's figure, they felt they couldn’t possibly lose, so one by one, they pressed their handprints.

"Let’s fight, but watch out, or you’ll be picking your teeth off the floor!"

"That's right..."

As a few of them were talking tough, their eyes suddenly widened, and their words trailed off.

The young man had somehow pulled out an iron rod as thick as three fingers. After weighing it in his hands a couple of times, he gripped both ends and, in front of everyone, bent the rod with sheer force.

"That's... ah..." The person who had been speaking suddenly fell silent, his words cut short.