Chapter 3201 - 3201 Feng Xun&##039;s Injured Stomach

Chapter 3201 - 3201 Feng Xun's Injured Stomach

3201 Feng Xun’s Injured Stomach
“You know the financial situation of the Junwu Empire. Swords with inscriptions are so rare. Even all the elders don’t have one such sword; how can the colonels? We’re on our own.”
Feng Wu had found Feng Xun a sword in the tombs, but that was a while ago, and it wasn’t good enough for Feng Xun now.
He was no longer using it.
Feng Wu said, “Why didn’t you tell me you want such a sword?”!!
Feng Xun said, “What can I say? You’ve had your Fallen Star Sword for a long time. I wanted to give you a sword; I didn’t even give you a proper gift on your birthday.”
Feng Xun’s voice trailed off. “But, we’re going to lose…”
He was so frustrated.
The girls a few steps away felt sorry when they saw how defeated he was.
He was such a handsome and noble man. Why was he in a bad mood?
Feng Wu gave Feng Xun a complicated look. She really wanted to maintain her image.
If she could, she wanted to look like a lady.
Just then, someone in the arena couldn’t hold it anymore. He ran to the side of the platform and started vomiting into a wooden bucket.
The people of the Junwu Empire were all disappointed.
“We lost again. That’s the third one.”
“We only have two people left, and they still have five giants!”
“How could we agree to this competition? We’re definitely going to lose!”
“Who could have known how cunning the Dongsang assassins are? Those shorties somehow became giants!”
Meanwhile, Babu, the first Dongsang contestant, sneered at the Junwu Empire’s people and taunted them. “Bring it on. Don’t you have anyone useful? They’re all so weak!”
Feng Wu took a deep breath and told herself to think about her image.
Feng Xun rose to his feet and headed for the platform.
“We’re all so weak? I’ll challenge you!” Feng Xun clutched his stomach as he walked.
Before Feng Wu could do anything, Feng Xun was already on the platform.
Feng Wu was astonished!
What was he doing? His injury was so severe! His energy channels had been twisted into a ball! Why did he want to do this?!
As soon as Feng Xun rushed into the arena, everybody cheered for him.
“That’s Young Lord Feng!”
“He’s the best! He’ll win this game!”
“Young Lord Feng won’t lose!”
…
These people had no idea how badly injured Feng Xun was.
“Feng Xun, get down from there!” Feng Wu frowned.
“I won’t!” Feng Xun told Feng Wu, before he stared at Babu. “You can eat a lot, can’t you? Come on! I’ll fight you! Show me what you’ve got!”
Feng Xun sat down on the bench and put a foot on it, looking extremely arrogant.
Babu laughed when he saw Feng Xun. “Young Lord Feng, is it? You’re Jun Linyuan’s buddy. I’ll show everyone how useless you are!”
Feng Wu frowned again. What a presumptuous man!
Feng Xun smirked. “Do you think I’ll lose? I’ll crush you!”
Feng Wu knew that Feng Xun’s stomach was injured.