"Boom!"

As a dragon emerges from the sea, in that instant when its golden form flickers, a beam of gold like tempered steel streaks across.

Fu Hu's golden spear, wrapped in a gust of wind and thunder, seemed to tear apart everything before it. It shot fiercely toward Lu Bu's neck.

"Hmm?"

Lü Bu narrowed his eyes, a thoughtful frown creasing his brow. He acutely sensed that the spear attack was similar to one he had encountered before.

But it doesn't matter.

It's just a block.

Lu Bu's flowery robe fluttered in the wind, his right arm sank, and his Fang Tian Hua Ji halberd moved with it. Like an eagle striking the sky, it blocked the golden fang before him.

"Zing!"

A humming sound arose, Lu Bu's body sank, and the two hooves of his red rabbit steed also became stuck in the mud.

"Such strength! Even Lu Bu had to admire it."

The man before me, with bloodshot eyes, unleashed unprecedented combat prowess at this moment.

"Good!" Lu Bu's lips curled into a smile. He raised his halberd, pushing out Hu Che'er's golden spear, and then with a reverse hand motion, thrust his own halberd straight forward.

The spear tip was razor-sharp, and the cold light flickering between them almost pierced through Wu Kui's rugged face, threatening to tear apart his flesh.

Wugu's teeth clenched, and a shout burst from his throat. Fuhu drew back his golden spear in a swift motion, deflecting the Fang Tianhua Halberd aside. Not only that, but he even shifted Lu Bu's body slightly with the force of it.

Without a moment's hesitation, Wu Kui launched another attack!

He held both guns in his hands, sweeping in a wide arc. The power behind the movement shook the armor on his body, causing it to rattle with “bang bang” impacts.

Lu Bu saw the prowess and, wielding his own double halberds, roared as Fang Tianhua halberd clashed with the Huichong's golden spear.

This impact was like a mountain collapsing and the earth splitting apart. The fierce wind seemed to tear the air itself.

The soldiers fighting around were all panicked, no matter if it was a bullet or a spear, any of them landing would result in death.

And at this moment, Lu Bu and Wu Kui had already exchanged dozens of moves!

Every exchange between the two was a full-fledged effort, with neither holding back. The steeds beneath them galloped in tandem with their masters' movements.

Numerous deep hoof prints were left on the ground, all because the riders on horseback attacked too fiercely. This weight pressing down on them forced them to bear a significant portion of the force.

The lone crane with four feet walked swiftly, stepping out of the mud and onto solid ground.

And that red rabbit closely followed, taking Lü Bu out of the muddy place. The two on horseback were still fighting fiercely.

Each shot and thrust clashed, the incessant ringing of metal echoing across the battlefield.

Soon, the two fought and ran, already clashing in the center of the battlefield. Around them were soldiers battling.

Although the number of people had decreased significantly at first, there were still groups huddled together, fighting to the death.

And the sudden intrusion of these two naturally caused these soldiers to suffer.

With a bang.

Wukui fired a shot that swept across, Lü Bu dodged it sideways, but the soldiers beside him were hit.

Following this, several people were shot down to the ground. The weapons they held tightly slipped from their grasp uncontrollably. Their ribs shattered in their chests, and amidst their screams, several men gurgled blood and died.

Similarly, Lü Bu's single strike could also take the lives of the soldiers surrounding Wu Kui.

But these two disregarded everything else, still fighting with all their might. They didn't even realize how many people had fallen around them.

From one muddy patch to another, from flat ground to a small hillock, and then to the vicinity of the rocks.

The two fought harder and faster, running farther and farther away. Wherever they went, there were corpses strewn about!

Such a battle, ordinary soldiers aside, even Dian Wei who was wreaking havoc amidst the enemy ranks couldn't help but be astonished.

Dian Wei swung his halberd, crushing the head of a barbarian soldier in front of him. Several corpses lay at his feet, and the surrounding enemy soldiers dared not approach.

He gasped for breath, watching the battle between Lü Bu and Wu Kui in the distance, wondering to himself:

"Just fight then, what's the point of running while fighting?"

"Isn't Arima amazing?"

If I were skilled in equestrianism, I could do the same.

Muttering under his breath, he raised his iron spear and charged into the crowd.

The enemy troops ahead dared not engage him in battle and scattered in all directions.

Dian Wei was so exhausted from chasing after a pair of legs that he could barely keep up. As his gaze drifted idly, he spotted an enemy general covered in blood being dragged towards the camp by Xu Zhu.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Chop off his head with one stroke!"

He shook his head, his gaze then shifting to focus on a group of barbarian soldiers, and with a roar:

"Waiting for me to kill you, are you?! You're asking for it!"

Amidst the roars of anger, Dian Wei pursued with his halberd.

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"Whew—"

Wukui, who was panting heavily from his exertion, struggled to hold the heavy Fuhu Zhanjin Spear.

Decades of battles had passed, and the thick calluses in his hand were worn through. From time to time, he could feel a sharp stinging sensation.

The bitterness in his arms grew stronger, but the enemy general's attacks remained just as swift and fierce as before.

But even so, Wu Kui still exerted every effort to swing out with every shot.

Opposite him, Lü Bu on horseback was drenched in sweat, his black hair plastered to his head.

Looking at the barbarian king before him, constantly launching attacks, he had to admire this man's courage. Not only could he withstand all of his attacks, but he would also occasionally thrust a spear straight for his throat.

Only a slight lowering of guard could lead to being struck. This kind of battle was extremely rare for Lü Bu.

By now, there have been at least a hundred rounds.

At the beginning of their battle, Lü Bu only thought that this man could at most fight him for thirty rounds before being defeated under his horse.

But to everyone's surprise, this person became more and more courageous as the fight went on, their strength seemed to be rising constantly, and their attacks were becoming faster and faster.

Of course, this wouldn't matter to Lu Bu at all. The braver the enemy, the smoother his fighting became. To him, the earlier battle in another location was just a warm-up.

But until now, this body containing boundless power has only gradually begun to exert its strength.

His body grew hotter and hotter, the heat coursing through his limbs, making Lu Bu more and more excited with every swing of his blade.

But apart from that, he found the king's fighting style to be rather peculiar.

The horse beneath him was quite odd, running around erratically as it fought. He had to chase after it, and now they were nearly at the edge of a cliff.

During the fierce battle, he had seen this barbarian king pull on the reins, his warhorse's nostrils already bleeding, but it was not very obedient.

"Could it be that this horse hasn't been tamed yet?" Lu Bu was surprised, but he didn't have much time to dwell on it.

Since the start of the war, this lone barbarian army has dwindled in number, now reduced to a tenth of its original size. As twilight approaches and the battle nears its end, it is time for me to see this barbarian king off to his final rest.

With a roar, Lu Bu aimed at Wu Kui's slightly lagging movements and lunged with his spear toward his face.

But soon, with a "bang," the thrust was still blocked.

But a trickle of blood seeped from Mu Kui's bridge of the nose!

Although he was blocked, the sharp spear tip still grazed Wu Kui's face.

And this alone is enough to show that the person before him has already fallen.

Lü Bu remained expressionless, and calmly advanced his attack.

Today's match was satisfying enough.

"Hiss"

A neigh rang out, coming from the lone horse's mouth. It cried out as blood fell from Wu Kui's face, and blood began to flow from its mouth and nostrils.

This old horse, in the end, couldn't bear this bloody carnage.

The weight bearing down on it grew heavier and heavier. It could not bend its hooves, for even a slight bending would put the rider on its back at a disadvantage, leading to their death.

Therefore, it could only run and fight beside its master, seeking a glimmer of hope in a dead end.

How could Wukui, who was riding on horseback, not know that he couldn't hold on much longer? Blood flew in the air, and the lone hawk had blood flowing from its nostrils all over the ground.

He could even feel the slight trembling coming from the horse's body.

Today, this is the end for me...

His mouth twitched downwards, but his eyes were surprisingly calm.