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Chapter 415 Battle (Part 1)

Pu Nu was indeed a rare master in the world, and the most formidable enemy Pei Qinghe had ever encountered in his life!
Pei Qinghe's longsword moved with lightning speed, as did Pu Nu's curved blade. The two swords clashed in mid-air, their wrists vibrating.

Pei Qinghe's expression was solemn and serious as he continued to swing his sword with all his might.

Little did he know, Pu Nu was equally shocked. He was a general under the Khan, renowned as the foremost warrior among the Xiongnu. He was well aware of Pei Qinghe's prowess, yet he held himself in even higher esteem. He never imagined that in their personal duel today, he would gain no advantage whatsoever.

It's actually quite rare to see generals vying for supremacy on the battlefield. After all, a commander-in-chief usually has elite troops under his command, allowing him to calmly hold the rear without having to fight desperately. However, before thousands of troops and under the watchful eyes of everyone, this battle between generals, destined to be recorded in history, still took place.

As long as he (or she) is killed, the enemy will collapse without a fight!

Pei Qinghe and Pu Nu almost simultaneously made up their minds that they would risk their lives to cut the other down today.

Pu Nu rode his horse with ease, occasionally performing all sorts of unbelievable maneuvers. Although Pei Qinghe's riding skills were superb, she was ultimately a step behind, and she quickly realized that if the horsemanship continued like this, she would inevitably suffer a loss sooner or later.

Discard the horse!
A fierce glint flashed in Pei Qinghe's eyes. She suddenly bent down, her long sword aimed straight at the horse's head. Pu Nu sneered, leaping off her horse, her curved blade flashing a chilling light in mid-air. If this strike landed directly, Pei Qinghe would be decapitated.

Pei Qinghe had no choice but to counter with her own sword, and the two blades clashed fiercely in mid-air once more. Pu Nu ultimately held the advantage of being superior and gained a slight edge.

But the next moment, Pu Nu's smile vanished. His precious horse had been stabbed unexpectedly by a burly, dark-skinned woman, and in the intense pain, it jerked violently. Caught off guard, he nearly fell off his horse.

The burly, dark-skinned woman who had stabbed the horse was none other than Pei Yan, who had dismounted first. Pei Qinghe's decapitation strike was meant for her. The two sisters had been inseparable for over a decade, sharing a level of understanding that few could match. The moment Pei Qinghe struck her pose, Pei Yan knew what she was about to do.

Pu Nu was furious but helpless, and had no choice but to dismount and continue fighting Pei Qinghe.

A large open space had appeared around it at some point.

Both the Pei family army and the Xiongnu cavalry spontaneously gave way. The personal guards of both sides also engaged in a chaotic battle.

Pei Yan's sudden act of charging at his horse was clearly against the rules of combat between commanders in the eyes of the Xiongnu barbarians. Punu's personal guards were furious, and several rode forward immediately. Yang Huai charged forward without a word, joining forces with Pei Yan to fight. Pei Yan and Yang Huai each wielded a long saber, back to back, relying on each other, firmly suppressing the Xiongnu cavalrymen.

Pei Yan still had the leisure to watch the battle between Pei Qinghe and Pu Nu. She was used to her cousin being invincible and easily taking down bandit leaders, and had never seen Pei Qinghe fight so hard, so she couldn't help but feel secretly anxious.

Yang Huai reminded him in a deep voice, "Don't get distracted! The general will definitely win!"

As they spoke, Yang Huai had already taken a stab, but fortunately, his soft armor protected him, and the injury was minor. Pei Yan's heart tightened, and she immediately focused her mind and fought back fiercely.

Pei Qinghe was caught in a fierce battle.

In such close and intense combat, injuries were perfectly normal. Soon, her longsword left several marks on Pu Nu's body. Pu Nu's curved blade also cut through her soft armor. The slight pain from these minor injuries was insignificant at this point.

Pei Qinghe grew increasingly calm, brandishing her longsword from an extremely tricky angle.

Pu Nu couldn't dodge in time and took the blow head-on, grinning maliciously as he retaliated. Pei Qinghe also suffered a cut on her left arm.

Fresh blood seeped out quickly, staining the soft nails red.

In past battles, her clothes were stained with the blood of her enemies. Today, however, her own blood stained her garments. Pei Qinghe was fearless, even more ruthless and fierce than before. Seizing an opening in Pu Nu's swordplay, she swiftly struck. This strike pierced Pu Nu's right abdomen.

Pu Nu cried out in pain and finally collapsed.

Pei Qinghe's spirits lifted, his gaze fixed on Pu Nu without blinking, his long sword drawing ever closer. Pu Nu covered his bleeding wound with his left hand, his right hand wielding his curved sword with a desperate, mutually destructive style.

Pei Qinghe sneered repeatedly, but was unwilling to fight Pu Nu to the death any longer, so she retreated slightly and dodged. That last strike had wounded Pu Nu's vitals. Pu Nu's injury was more severe, and he was bleeding more; if they continued fighting like this, he would definitely be the one who couldn't hold on. Her injuries were much lighter, and she was younger, stronger, and had greater stamina.

She won this battle again!
Pu Nu clearly understood this as well. He gritted his teeth and finally shouted. The personal guards who had been providing support from the rear charged forward with a roar. The elite soldiers of the Pei clan behind Pei Qinghe also rushed forward. A real melee began.

Using the momentum of his personal guards' charge, Pu Nu quickly retreated, panting heavily.

There was no time for careful treatment and bandaging on the battlefield. However, Punu's injuries were serious, and he was bleeding profusely, so they had to be treated. Otherwise, Punu would bleed to death before the battle was over.

A guard quickly took out precious medicine and sprinkled it on Pu Nu's wound. The powder was washed away by the blood, and Pu Nu broke out in a cold sweat from the pain. The guard had no choice but to continue applying the medicine and then bandage Pu Nu's wound.

In a short while, Pei Qinghe had broken through the defenses of Pu Nu's personal guards and charged forward again.

Pu Nu gained a brief respite and caught his breath. Seeing Pei Qinghe, half-covered in blood, rushing towards him again, Pu Nu gritted his teeth, his eyes red, and swung his curved blade once more.

Pei Qinghe sneered and swung her knife straight at Pu Nu's right abdominal wound. Pu Nu was far less agile than usual and could not dodge in time, so he could only parry with his knife.

One charged in aggressively, the other, caught off guard, was forced to draw his sword. This subtle difference in mindset resulted in drastically different outcomes on the battlefield.

Pu Nu took a step back.

Pei Qinghe took a step forward.

Pei Qinghe swung her blade again, attacking Pu Nu's right abdomen once more. Pu Nu gritted her teeth and blocked again, the two blades clashing repeatedly in the air, producing a teeth-grinding sound.

Pu Nu retreated again.

Pei Qinghe went in again.

With one step back and one step forward, it's clear that Pei Qinghe has gained the upper hand.

At this moment, Pu Nu's personal guards disregarded the battlefield rules that forbid bystanders from interfering in their commander's battle and rushed forward. Pei Qinghe's elite troops also charged forward. In such a chaotic battle, victory, defeat, death, and injury could be decided in an instant.

Pei Qinghe had no time to grieve for the Pei family soldiers who had died in battle; her eyes were fixed on Pu Nu, as if she were a beast eyeing its prey.

Pu Nu met Pei Qinghe's gaze through several guards, and a chill suddenly ran through her.

This is the intuition that seasoned veterans develop on the battlefield.

If the fight continues, he will be defeated and will really die at Pei Qinghe's hands!
(End of this chapter)