Chapter 917 Reactions from all parties ()

"Yuan Ba, a person with great martial arts skills must not only be strong, but also be able to adapt to changing circumstances."

"Li Cunxiao can become the best in the world, so he must have his own strengths. If you meet him in the future, you must be careful and don't underestimate him."

Li Xiuning looked at Li Yuanba's childish appearance and couldn't help laughing, and whispered softly.

"Sister is right. Yuanba has remembered it. However, Yuanba still wants to be a wise and brave general like my second brother, to protect the Great Xuan Dynasty, my second brother and sister!"

Li Yuanba scratched his head and smiled innocently.

"Yuan Ba, you have done a great job. You are the greatest asset of our Great Xuan Dynasty and even our Tang Guogong Mansion!"

Li Shimin patted Li Yuanba on the shoulder and spoke earnestly.

"My Lords, there is movement from the Yellow Turban Army. They seem to be preparing for war. Their intentions are unclear."

At this time, a messenger hurried into the tent, knelt on one knee and reported.

"Xiuning, Yuanba, it seems that Zhu Chongba is still a little unconvinced! Let's teach them a lesson again!"

When Li Shimin heard this, his expression froze, but he immediately regained his composure and gave orders in a deep voice.

"Don't worry, Shimin. I have already given the order. The whole army is on standby and can go out to meet the enemy at any time."

Li Xiuning nodded, a hint of cruelty flashing in her eyes.

"Brother, sister, Yuanba has been waiting impatiently for a long time!"

"This time Yuanba rushed forward first and crushed them all!"

Li Yuanba was even more eager to try, waving his fist and shouting.

In the area of ​​Jiangdong, clear water surrounds the city, willow trees and painted bridges create a prosperous scene. At this time, Xiang Yu's camp is located on a vast plain, with tents connected and military flags fluttering.

At this time, Xiang Yu was sitting on a tiger-skin chair in the main camp. His black iron armor reflected the candlelight, emitting a cold light. An oil lamp on the table flickered and illuminated the corners of Xiang Yu's tightly pursed lips.

Beside him, General Long Qie stood respectfully, holding tightly in his hand a roll of the world's most powerful list that had just been delivered. The list had a yellowish luster under the candlelight.

"Your Majesty, the latest World Rankings from Tianji Pavilion have arrived."

Long Ju handed over the list with both hands, looking at Xiang Yu with some concern.

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, and a hint of amusement flashed in his eyes. He didn't care much about this so-called "World Ranking".

He stretched out his hand, and Long Qie respectfully handed over the list. Xiang Yu took the list, glanced at it casually, and then a disdainful sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Flashy and grandiose, just for the sake of attracting attention!"

"Number one in the world? How dare you casually claim this title? Who dares to claim to be number one before I give the order?"

Xiang Yu slammed the list on the table contemptuously, his voice full of disdain.

These so-called rankings are nothing but topics of conversation among scholars and writers after dinner. Compared with the reputation he earned through fighting on the battlefield with real swords and guns, they are simply not worth mentioning.

Xiang Yu looked through the cracks in the tent, looking at the night-shrouded world in the distance. In his world, the real strong ones speak with strength, fight one against a thousand on the battlefield, and are able to scare the enemy, rather than relying on rankings on some list to prove their worth. "Huh, the best in the world? Why does this title need to be bestowed by others!"

Xiang Yu snorted coldly and thought to himself that he believed that his strength had already surpassed all constraints and definitions in this world. The so-called "number one in the world" was nothing but a group of jumping clowns in front of him, Xiang Yu.

When Long Ju saw this, his heart trembled slightly. He knew very well that Xiang Yu had a hot temper and was absolutely confident in his own strength.

In Xiang Yu's eyes, only those who have seen blood and fought for their lives on the battlefield are qualified to talk about the level of martial arts.

These so-called rankings are nothing but paper talk, so why bother about them?
"Your Majesty, it is said that Li Cunxiao is indeed quite capable. He single-handedly killed the former second-place Lei Zelong General Nangong Tianxia. His strength should not be underestimated."

Long Ju spoke cautiously, trying to make Xiang Yu pay attention to this newly promoted number one in the world.

“Kill Nangong Tianxia? So what? He’s just an old but immortal veteran who hasn’t even reached the peak of his energy! I can kill him too!”

"If Li Cunxiao really has some ability and can be like Wang Xiangyang, I would be looking forward to seeing what he is capable of to dare to claim to be the best in the world!"

Xiang Yu sneered even more when he heard this. At this point, a gleam of fiery fighting spirit flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes.

However, this fighting spirit was mixed with a subtle fear.

Xiang Yu's thoughts quickly drifted back to the battle not long ago, which was his first confrontation with the mysterious enemy general in golden armor.

The enemy general also possessed the ultimate strength of Gang Qi. Although he attacked him without any moral principles, Xiang Yu was hit hard in the chest by the opponent, leaving a scar that has not yet fully healed.

But Xiang Yu was not someone who could not afford to lose. If he lost, he would just get back at them next time. Besides, Wang Xiangyang, who was wearing golden armor, did put a lot of pressure on him that time.

Thinking of Wang Xiangyang, a complicated look flashed in Xiang Yu's eyes. In his opinion, this so-called world's most powerful list did not even rank him and the golden-armored enemy general in the top five. It was really unworthy of the reputation. Those old guys in Tianji Pavilion were probably too old and blind to recognize a real dragon!
"Humph, this list is just a game for those bored people. I won't take it seriously. Besides, how can my strength be measured by such a list?"

"What kind of a shitty list is this? We're not even in the top five. Those old guys in the Tianji Pavilion must be so old and blind that they can't even spot the real strong ones!"

Xiang Yu snorted coldly and threw the list aside casually, as if it was just a piece of waste paper.

Seeing this, Long Ju sighed inwardly. He understood that Xiang Yu's pride and confidence came from his unparalleled strength and outstanding achievements on the battlefield.

However, this pride sometimes caused Xiang Yu to ignore some potential dangers and opponents.

"My king, although this list may have some inaccuracies, there are many heroes in the world, and we cannot take it lightly."

"Especially the golden-armored enemy general from before. His strength is comparable to yours. If there is a chance to meet him again, you must be careful."

Long Qie took a deep breath and reminded earnestly.

"Long Qie, when did you become so fussy? How could I not know how powerful that golden-armored enemy general is?"

"If we meet again, I will kill him to avenge my previous humiliation!"

Upon hearing this, Xiang Yu frowned slightly and a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes.

A truly strong person does not need to use rankings to prove himself!

His strength and reputation were earned through fighting on the battlefield, not from the so-called "number one in the world".

(End of this chapter)