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"The third match begins!"

As soon as Yang Xiaoman finished speaking, Wu Chen's face flushed red. At Han Feng's prompting, the old butler Han quickly spoke up.

Seeing this, Wu Chen could only let out a cold snort.

Before long, a square piece of pork belly was placed on each of their slaughtering tables.

They are exactly the same in both size and shape.

In response, Butler Han even took out a measuring tape and, in front of Yang Xiaoman and Wu Chen, remeasured everything.

He then walked back to his spot in the courtyard and said loudly to the two of them:

"The rules for the third round are: whoever can slice the meat the thinnestly and in the largest quantity will win this round and claim the title of Today's King of Knives!"

Considering that this was Yang Xiaoman's first time participating in the Sword King competition, Steward Han naturally explained it in great detail.

"If neither of you has any objections, then the competition can proceed."

Just then, Yang Xiaoman suddenly glanced at the black cloth in Wu Chen's hand beside her and abruptly spoke:

"etc!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Wang Defu's mocking voice echoed from the corridor:

"What's wrong? You're the successor of King Yang the Knife, you can't just desert your post, can you?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman looked over strangely, then ignored her and cupped her hands in a respectful gesture to Han Feng, saying:

"Master Han, if it's convenient, could you please find me a piece of black cloth as well?"

"My father taught me that in a competition, one must be fair and square, and never take advantage of others."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen's expression changed drastically. Was this a mockery of his physical defect?!

Whether she meant it or not, her words struck him like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

But before he could react, Han Feng smiled and nodded, saying:

"Miss Yang is right."

Regardless of Yang Xiaoman's abilities, her personality alone is exactly what he wants.

Even if we lose, we will never tarnish Yang Daowang's reputation!

To dare to fight against a stronger opponent and maintain such a calm attitude already surpasses many people.

Given time, he might just become the new King of Yang Knives in Shahe County!

Seeing the servants approach, Yang Xiaoman took the black cloth and, without hesitation, imitated Wu Chen's action in front of the wooden stake, covering her eyes with the black cloth.

Seeing her so arrogant, Chen Man opened his mouth in surprise, wanting to remind her, but couldn't bring himself to say it.

For some reason, he had an extremely bizarre premonition...

The competition at the Qi family the day before yesterday was far from the limit for this daughter of the Yang family!

"Hmph! Trying to teach a fish to swim!"

Wu Chen scoffed disdainfully, then subconsciously looked at the black cloth in his hand.

After hesitating for a moment, he finally put it back in his arms.

He dared to participate in the second match blindfolded, firstly because practice makes perfect, and secondly to intimidate Chen Man.

However, Wu Chen was not entirely confident in the current competition.

He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over Yang Xiaoman, who was blindfolded, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

The words "Fake Knife King" had just pierced his heart.

"Butcher Wu really values ​​Yang Daowang, and he doesn't even dare to underestimate his seven-year-old daughter."

Not far away, Han Feng stood with his hands behind his back in the connecting corridor, and said with a calm and cold smile.

He is prepared for failure today.

But having lost, he naturally couldn't easily swallow his pride.

"Patriarch Han is joking." Seeing that Wu Chen was on the verge of losing his temper, Wang Defu quickly spoke up.

"Since it is a competition, it should naturally be taken seriously."

"Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit. Only a mediocre person who is all talk and no action, relying on his father's reputation, would be so arrogant and rude."

At this point, he gently rubbed his round belly and looked at Wu Chen in the courtyard, saying:

"Mr. Wu, there's no need to hold back."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen nodded slightly, his face expressionless.

Seeing this, Steward Han was about to pick up an incense stick and light it.

Just as the incense stick was placed in the incense burner in the courtyard, Han Feng stopped him.

"That won't be necessary."

"Their duel shouldn't last until the incense burns out."

Beside him, Wang Defu had a faint smile on his lips.

He didn't say anything, which clearly indicated that he agreed with Han Feng's words at that moment.

Steward Han had no choice but to give up. After removing the incense burner, he announced loudly:

"Please, both of you, let the competition begin!"

Before he spoke, Yang Xiaoman and Wu Chen had already placed their hands on the slaughtering table.

As soon as they finished speaking, the two began to move simultaneously.

Knock knock knock!

The front yard was quiet except for the sound of the two people cutting meat.

The blades flashed and twirled on the slaughtering platform, causing everyone present to gasp in shock!

Because they simply couldn't see clearly, let alone keep up with the speed at which the two were chopping meat!

Yang Xiaoman's performance, in particular, made Han Feng's body tremble violently, his pupils filled with disbelief.

Although the outcome is still uncertain, her skillful swordsmanship alone proves that the Qi family competition the day before yesterday was not rigged in the slightest!

In the end, he underestimated the daughter of Yang Daowang!

Gollum—

Suddenly, he heard a sound of swallowing beside him, and Han Feng's eyelids twitched involuntarily as he subconsciously looked over.

Then they saw Wang Defu at this moment, and his reaction was even more exaggerated than his!

He slumped into the wooden chair, staring at the courtyard, speechless for a long time.

"The difference between masters can be as small as a hair's breadth."

"This daughter of Yang Daowang may indeed have some skill, but she is young and prone to overconfidence, daring to compete with Mr. Wu blindfolded..."

"Wu Chen should win this match!"

After understanding this, Wang Defu's inner tension eased considerably.

Only then did he feel Han Feng's gaze, and he couldn't help but snort and turn his head away.

Boom!Boom!

Just then, a loud crash came from the courtyard as two butcher knives struck the chopping board.

Han Feng and Wu Chen looked over at the same time and saw that Yang Xiaoman and Wu Chen had both put down their butcher knives!

It is obvious that in this extremely short period of time, both of them have already completed their third match!

In terms of time, they are evenly matched.

"They are fast, but in this third match, it's not just about who's fastest!"

Wu Chen subconsciously looked at Yang Xiaoman and said in a cold voice.

Just before Butler Han opened his mouth, he seized the last moment of the other's lip movements and made his move in advance.

No sooner had he finished speaking than he grabbed the butcher's knife!

In other words, he actually had a slight advantage.

But in the end, he stopped at the same time as his opponent, clearly because he was a step too slow.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiaoman pulled off the black cloth covering her eyes, a confident smile appearing on her lips.

"Is it just fast? That's not necessarily true."

Upon hearing this, Wu Chen frowned and was about to look at the slaughtering platform in front of her.

Han Feng and Wang Defu, who should have been in the connecting corridor, walked over quickly.

Before Steward Han could even approach, the two of them arrived at Wu Chen's slaughtering platform. The moment their eyes fell upon it, their expressions changed drastically.

"Thin as a cicada's wing... Mr. Wu's knife skills have truly reached a level of consummate mastery, deserving to be called a work of divine craftsmanship!"

Wang Defu's face was filled with joy, as if victory was firmly in his grasp!

As for Han Feng beside him, he pursed his lips tightly, his face gloomy.

He couldn't utter a single word!