The Prime Minister's Darling novel Chapter 817

Chapter 817: 379 Domineering Heavens! (Second Update)_2

One can only imagine how fiercely he would fight in this match.

Dao Shan’s popularity was too strong, packing the western arena with three layers of spectators inside and out. Everyone was emotional, and even with all his effort, old He couldn’t squeeze through.

He was desperate and started jumping up in the crowd, waving at Gu Jiao.

Gu Jiao saw him and waved back.

"Come down!" old He gestured for her to come, and when Gu Jiao didn’t understand, he pointed at Dao Shan, then at her, and made a throat-slashing gesture.

The message was clear—He’ll kill you! Quickly get down!

Gu Jiao uttered an "Oh," gestured an OK to him, and rushed to KO Dao Shan to move onto the next match.

Okay, she got it.

Old He didn’t understand what that gesture meant, but Gu Jiao nodded at him. That must mean she understood, right?

The gongs and drums sounded, and the duel began!

All the people cheered feverishly: "Dao Shan! Dao Shan! Dao Shan!"

Dao Shan moved his neck, cracked his knuckles, and walked towards Gu Jiao with contempt.

Old He became anxious: "Why isn’t she coming down? Come down! Come down! Quick, come down—"

Sigh.

Why so impatient?

Alright, as you wish.

Gu Jiao tapped her toe lightly, soared elegantly like a wild goose, and smashed a punch down onto Dao Shan!

Dao Shan also showed his hammer-like fist—

Then there was a loud thump, and someone fell to the ground!

The cheering stopped abruptly, and the crowd gasped in shock!

The one on the ground was not the thin, small boy but the robust and formidable Dao Shan!

Just one punch...

She had only thrown one punch!

As Dao Shan fell, Gu Jiao landed gracefully beside him, kneeling on one knee with her fist against the arena floor.

The arena was silent all around, and even old He was dumbstruck.

Could it be he was mistaken?

The one who fell, wasn’t it Young Master Gu?

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As she strode towards the exit of the Martial Arts Arena, a young man dressed as a guard approached her, blocking her path, "Young... "

He seemed to want to say ’Young Dominator’, but felt too embarrassed to utter such a name.

Grinding his teeth, he said, "Young Master, my young master invites you."

Gu Jiao was about to refuse, but then she remembered her mute persona, and with no choice, took out her little book.

At that moment, she began to envy Gu Chengfeng’s voice-changing ability. Wouldn’t it be so much more convenient if she could speak like a man?

However, during this brief delay, Gu Jiao changed her mind.

She quickly wrote, "Silver."

The guard was taken aback.

Gu Jiao wrote with extra seriousness, "No silver, no go. Appearance fee, ten taels."

Guard: "..."

With orders from his young master to ensure Gu Jiao’s attendance, the guard reluctantly handed over ten taels.

Gu Jiao pocketed the silver and obligingly went along.

Unexpectedly, she found herself in another room adorned with gourds.

Gu Jiao had already made inquiries; such rooms typically belonged to top thirty experts on the leaderboard, although, of course, they could be obtained through certain special means.