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Zhen Heng knelt down and saluted:

"Your Majesty, I am also willing to risk my life. Since Mog Khan is determined to decide the winner, I will do my best!"

Prince Guo stood up and walked to Moge, saying softly:

"Mog Khan, I wanted to let you go, but you didn't know how to appreciate it. Since you must compete, please go and choose your weapons. Swords and spears don't have eyes, so if anything goes wrong, don't blame others."

Mog laughed and picked up an axe from the training ground as a weapon.

Zhen Heng usually uses a long sword. In the era of cold weapons, the longer the weapon, the more obvious the advantage in the battle between the two sides.

After both sides selected their weapons, they began to prepare for battle.

Moge and Zhen Heng jumped up almost at the same time and arrived at the training ground arena.

Mog held the axe with both hands. He was tall and muscular, and the axe in his hands flashed coldly in the sunlight.

Zhen Heng held a long sword in his hand. His eyes were firm, his posture was agile, and the long sword in his hand looked majestic.

The momentum of both sides was very strong, and the emperor watched the battle nervously.

Mog swung the axe and chopped at Zhen Heng.

Zhen Heng dodged to the side and swung the long sword in his hand. The blade collided with the axe blade, making a crisp collision sound.

Mog's strength was so great that Zhen Heng's arm was numb from the shock.

Zhen Heng quickly adjusted his posture and swung the long sword in his hand again, colliding violently with Mog's axe.

Mog's strength and skills are excellent, and Zhen Heng is not to be outdone. His long sword shuttles between Mog's axe, looking for Mog's flaws.

The battle between the two sides became more and more intense. Zhen Heng's long sword and Mog's axe kept colliding, making bursts of crisp collision sounds.

Their movements became faster and faster, and everyone was stunned.

Mog's strength put Zhen Heng under great pressure, but Zhen Heng's years of practice also made it impossible for Mog to find any flaws. Their battle entered a white-hot stage, and both sides used all their strength.

The sunlight outside was blinding, and Zhen Heng suddenly realized that Moge was facing the sunlight. Under the strong light, Moge could only squint his eyes sometimes.

Zhen Heng found an opportunity and used his long sword to reflect the sunlight, making Moge unable to open his eyes.

He took the opportunity to kick Mog's abdomen several times, causing Mog's body to be shaken and he took a few steps back. But soon Mog stabilized his position and swung the axe at Zhen Heng again.

In a flash, Zhen Heng made a feint and Moge immediately retracted his axe to defend himself. At this moment, Zhen Heng suddenly swung his long sword at Moge's head. With this sword, Moge would be split in half.

However, Moge was no ordinary man. He was a veteran of the battlefield. Facing Zhen Heng's sudden attack, he reacted quickly and took a few steps back. However, due to limited space, he had no way to retreat.

Instinctively, he raised his arms to block it.

At this moment, Zhen Heng had only one thought in his mind - win!

The emperor didn't want Mog to get hurt, and he wanted to shout to stop, but it was too late.

Zhen Heng's long sword had already chopped down mercilessly. With a scream, Moge's left arm was instantly cut off by the long sword, and blood gushed out.

Mog fell to the ground in pain, and his left arm also fell to the ground!

The emperor was shocked and cut off Mog's arm to make Junggar feel embarrassed.

"Quick, call the imperial physician!" Prince Guo shouted in panic.

At the Imperial Hospital, Wen Shichu and Wei Lin rushed to the scene, but Moge had already fainted.