The crowd below was stunned, breaking into a flurry of whispers.
They were using spears.
A long spear requires immense control, making it inherently more difficult to wield than a sword or saber. Even with a blade, slicing through exactly eight layers of a ten-layer stack of gossamer-thin fabric—as delicate as cicada wings—was an impossible feat. That was all the more true when the ten layers were pressed together without a single gap between them.
Such a challenge was something no one in the world could possibly accomplish.
Suddenly, everyone understood.
This contest proposed by Chu Yueli was technically a martial arts demonstration, but in reality, it was nothing of the sort. Yet, a spear competition it remained. Since the task was impossible, it made no difference whether it was her or the Third Prince of Dongzhou attempting it. If neither could do it, they would effectively draw, and a draw would not count as a loss. A draw, after all, would be a very dignified outcome.
"Extremely cunning!" Tuoba Yi, having likely reached the same conclusion, retorted angrily, "Fine! I shall make you lose and accept it wholeheartedly!"
She wanted to force a draw with him? This little girl was certainly full of wishful thinking!
He cast a cold, sharp glance toward Eunuch An.
Eunuch An held up one of the stacks of thin fabric, his hands trembling slightly. "Third Prince, please... do be careful with this old servant."
He feared that if the spear came flying, not only would the fabric b…
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