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Su Zhe's challenge echoed across the wilderness, clearly reaching the ears of every Northern Barbarian soldier.

At the entrance of the tunnel, the murky water continued to gush out, carrying with it mutilated corpses that piled up at Huyan Ba's feet.

He stood before the carnage he had created, his facial muscles twitching, his fists clenched, and an aura of violence emanating from him.

"Great Chanyu!"

"Great Chanyu, no!"

Several generals around him hurriedly surrounded him, their expressions filled with anxiety and unease.

They were all trusted confidants who had followed Huyan Ba ​​for many years and knew the temperament of this great Chanyu well. It was precisely because of this that they were even more worried.

A one-eyed veteran of the battlefield was Huyan Ba's most trusted right-hand man.

He grabbed Huyan Ba's arm, his voice hoarse as he pleaded, "Great Chanyu, you are the soul of our 400,000-strong army! You cannot fall for that Southern Dynasty brat's tricks! He is always cunning and treacherous; his open challenge must be a trap!"

"Yes, Great Chanyu!" another general echoed. "He's trying to demoralize our army! We must immediately order a full-scale attack, crushing them and their city to dust with overwhelming force! All schemes are futile before power!"

The other generals also spoke up, urging Huyan Ba ​​to reconsider his actions.

In their view, it would be extremely unwise for Huyan Ba, a man of immense wealth and status, to engage in a one-on-one duel with a mere child, regardless of the outcome.

However, before Huyan Ba ​​could respond to their persuasion, Su Zhe's clear and slightly mocking voice once again traveled hundreds of steps to reach the ears of every Northern Barbarian soldier on the city wall.

"Huyan Ba, look at your feet. Lying there are your most elite engineers. They died in the graves you chose for them, under your foolish command."

"Now, will you also remain like a cowardly gopher, forever hiding behind your poor soldiers, too ashamed to show your face?"

These words were piercing to the heart.

This not only exposed the wounds of his command errors, but also trampled his reputation as a grassland warrior.

This was no longer a provocation, but a public humiliation of his personal dignity in front of an army of 400,000.

All the Northern Barbarian soldiers heard these words, and they subconsciously looked at their Great Chanyu, their eyes revealing doubt and wavering.

"roar--!"

Unable to suppress his anger any longer, Huyan Ba ​​let out a roar that sounded inhuman.

He shoved aside the old man who was trying to persuade him, and the old man staggered back several steps, shaken by the strength of his arm.

His eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the solitary figure on the city wall, growling slowly and deliberately, "The wolf of the grasslands never fears the hunter's cry!"

With a crisp "clang," he drew the curved sword hanging at his waist.

The precious sword that had accompanied him in battle for many years gleamed with a pale, bloodthirsty light under the gloomy sky.

The surrounding generals, seeing his action, all fell silent, not daring to utter another word.

They knew that when the Great Khan drew his sword, it signified his decision, and no one could change it.

"I accept your challenge!"

Hu Yanba's voice was hoarse, revealing a violent and resolute tone.

He pointed his scimitar at Su Zhe on the city wall, his voice hoarse with extreme anger: "You brat from the Southern Dynasty, I accept your challenge! But the rules are my rules!"

He paused, his bloodshot eyes filled with unwavering confidence in his own power.

"We will fight on foot in this open space in front of both armies, without warhorses or any personal guards!"

"Whoever wins takes the other's head!"

He concluded that Su Zhe's ability to perform tricks on horseback was merely due to the advantage of his weapon.

Once his feet touch the ground, his brute strength, capable of splitting rocks and shattering stones, would be enough to tear that frail body apart!

He wanted to regain his lost face in the most savage and direct way.

Upon hearing the Great Chanyu's words, the somewhat subdued atmosphere of the 400,000-strong Northern Barbarian army was reignited.

They began shouting the name of the Great Chanyu, hoping that their war god would personally twist the head off that Southern Dynasty brat.

On the city wall, Su Zhe listened to Hu Yanba's conditions without the slightest hesitation.

He nimbly dismounted and casually handed the spear, still stained with the enemy's blood, to the guard beside him.

Then, he removed his armor, wearing only a thin civilian dress, and alone, he strode towards the city walls, towards the open space between the two armies.

His pace was not fast, but each step was exceptionally steady.

His calm, even decisive, demeanor gradually quieted down the previously noisy Northern Barbarian army.

In their minds, the people of the Southern Dynasties were always cunning, and faced with such conditions, they would surely bargain and find an excuse that would benefit them.

But Su Zhe's reaction completely exceeded their expectations.

This unthinking agreement reveals a chilling confidence.

Soon, Su Zhe arrived at the center of the two armies' positions.

He stopped and faced Huyan Ba, who was dozens of steps away.

Looking at his frail figure, Hu Yanba's eyes showed even more cruelty.

He stretched his muscles and bones, his whole body making a series of popping sounds, ready to go.

"Kid, are you ready to die?!"

With a roar, Huyan Ba ​​moved!

His massive body unleashed a speed disproportionate to his size, kicking up dirt and sending it flying from the ground beneath his feet.

He gripped the curved blade tightly with both hands, and with a sharp arc from top to bottom, creating a gust of bloody wind, he slashed down fiercely towards Su Zhe's head!

This strike was powerful and heavy; he was confident he could cleave Su Zhe in two!

On the city wall, all the soldiers of the Great Qian held their breath. Su Yunxi nervously covered her mouth, not daring to look at the bloody scene.

Just as the curved blade was about to strike, Su Zhe simply shifted his body slightly to the side, thus dodging the fierce and unparalleled attack.

Huyan Ba's scimitar struck empty air, leaving a trench more than half a foot deep in the ground.

He didn't even draw the sword at his waist; he simply used his bare hands to fight Huyan Ba.

Hu Yanba's anger intensified after his attack missed.

He roared, his scimitar dancing into a net of blades, each strike faster and heavier than the last, aimed directly at Su Zhe's vital points.

Chopping, slashing, thrusting, stabbing—each move is a simple and direct killing technique.

Su Zhe's figure was elusive, and no matter how violent Hu Yanba's attacks were, he could always avoid them with the slightest movement.

Hu Yanba's fierce attacks all missed, and he was instead outmaneuvered by Su Zhe.

After a fierce and relentless attack, Hu Yanba's breathing became heavy, and a slight gap appeared in his offensive.

It's now!

Su Zhe's eyes turned cold. He stopped dodging and leaned in, getting close to Hu Yanba's arms.

His hand moved with lightning speed, reaching into the flashing blades at an incredible angle, and firmly grasped Hu Yanba's wrist that was holding the curved sword.

The hand wasn't large, but when it gripped Huyan Ba's wrist, it was like an iron clamp, holding him firmly.

Hu Yanba was shocked and tried to pull his hand away, but found that the other party was incredibly strong and his wrist could not move at all.

"Break it...!"

Su Zhe uttered two words and exerted force with his five fingers.

"Snap!"

A crisp cracking sound, loud enough to be heard miles away, rang out!

Under the watchful eyes of an army of 400,000, Hu Yanba's thick wrist was actually snapped by Su Zhe with one hand!

"ah--!"

The intense pain and unbelievable impact caused Hu Yanba to let out a mournful howl.

He could no longer hold onto the curved sword, and with a clang, the precious sword slipped from his hand and fell to the ground.

Su Zhe's movements did not pause at all. While breaking the opponent's wrist, he delivered a powerful kick that landed squarely on Hu Yanba's chest.

"Bang!"

The burly man was kicked and sent flying backward, arcing through the air before crashing into the mud a dozen paces away, spitting blood that stained his clothes.

On the battlefield, the shouts and sounds of fighting disappeared.

The 400,000-strong Northern Barbarian army stared blankly at this scene.

The invincible grassland war god in their hearts was actually defeated by a young man from the Southern Dynasty, bare-handed, in the very hand-to-hand combat they were most proud of.

This fact had a far greater and more direct impact on them than the previous flooding of the tunnels.

Su Zhe ignored the stunned barbarian soldiers and walked step by step toward Hu Yanba, who was lying on the ground, preparing to fulfill his previous agreement and take his head.

Just then, someone in the Northern Barbarian army finally reacted.

"Protect the Great Chanyu!"

"Quickly! Protect the Great Khan!"

Huyan Ba's personal guard, his most loyal warriors, charged forward without regard for their own safety.

They carried the heavily wounded Huyan Ba, completely ignoring Su Zhe, and fled back to their own camp amidst a hail of arrows raining down from the city walls.

Looking in the direction the enemy troops had retreated, Su Zhe stopped, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Chen Baipao strode to his side, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and asked, "Your Highness, the enemy's formation is in disarray. Should we order the entire army to pursue them?"

Su Zhe shook his head, his tone calm yet revealing a confident sense of control.

"No, let them stay a little longer in their fear."

His gaze passed over the fleeing guards and looked toward the vast and chaotic enemy camp in the distance.

"The next dish is despair."