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The next morning, the thin mist below Hulao Pass had not yet dissipated.

On the walls of the pass, the banners of the Western Liang fluttered in the wind.

Dong Zhuo, along with Li Ru, Li Jue, Guo Si, and other civil and military officials, went up to the city wall early to watch the battle.

Yesterday's great victory has boosted the morale of the Xiliang army. Every soldier stands tall and proud, ready to break through the allied forces again today.

At three quarters past Chen hour, the gates were opened wide.

A lone rider slowly emerged.

Yuwen Chengdu had changed his attire today, wearing a golden chainmail that gleamed in the morning light. Over it was the red Shu brocade robe that Dong Zhuo had bestowed upon him yesterday, with the pattern of a hundred birds paying homage to the phoenix fluttering in the wind. His Red Hare horse resembled a burning flame, and a gilded halberd with phoenix wings hung diagonally on the side of the horse, its tip gleaming coldly.

He rode alone, reining in his horse a hundred paces from the pass, his eyes flashing like lightning as he swept towards the allied camp.

"You rat from Northeast China!"

The sound, like the clanging of metal, pierced through the morning mist and reached the camp.

"Is there anyone still willing to leave the camp and fight?!"

Quiet.

The allied camp was deathly silent.

Inside the central command tent, the feudal lords looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yuan Shu lowered his head and fiddled with his wine cup, his fingers trembling slightly. Yuan Shao sat with his sword in hand, his face gloomy. Tao Qian, Han Fu, and the others lowered their eyes and remained silent. Although Sun Jian's tiger eyes were wide open, he ultimately did not get up.

Yesterday, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Lü Bu joined forces and were still defeated. Who would dare to send someone to their death today?

"Alas!" Yuan Shao suddenly sighed, as if trying to boost morale.

"It's a pity that my generals Yan Liang and Wen Chou are still in Bohai reorganizing their troops! If they were here, they would surely have slain Dong Cheng!"

These words were meant to boost morale, but they drew several strange looks.

Cao Cao lowered his head and drank his wine, a faint, almost imperceptible sneer playing at the corners of his mouth.

Yan Liang and Wen Chou?

He had heard of the two men's bravery and reputation; they were indeed first-rate generals in Ji Province.

Yesterday, Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Lü Bu joined forces but were suppressed by Yuwen Chengdu. No matter how brave Yan Liang and Wen Chou are, can they be braver than those three?

Sun Jian's fierce eyes swept over Yuan Shao, he snorted coldly, and remained silent.

Scholars like Kong Rong and Tao Qian shook their heads and sighed, "At this point, what's the point of talking about such empty things?"

Yuan Shu fiddled with the jade pendant, then suddenly said in a sinister tone, "Brother, since you have such a fierce general, why not summon him quickly? Let us broaden our horizons as well."

Yuan Shao's face stiffened, and he was about to retort when Yuwen Chengdu's shouts came from outside the tent: "Nineteen warlords, three hundred thousand troops, and not a single one dares to fight?! Hahahaha! How laughable! How pathetic!"

The laughter was full of mockery and disdain.

The expressions of the feudal lords in the tent grew even more unpleasant.

Someone muttered under their breath, "How about... we retreat thirty miles and reconsider our strategy?"

"No!" Cao Cao stood up abruptly, his gaze sweeping over the crowd like lightning.

"If we retreat now, the morale of our army will collapse! If Dong Zhuo seizes the opportunity to pursue us, we will all die without a burial place!"

"Then what does Mengde suggest?!" Yuan Shu slammed his fist on the table.

"We can't win a fight, and we can't retreat. Are we just going to wait here to die?!"

The atmosphere was tense and on the verge of collapse.

Just then.

"Xiang Yu".

From the seat of honor, Ji Xuanyuan spoke slowly, his voice calm and serene.

Everyone turned their heads in unison.

Ji Xuanyuan said to Xiang Yu, who was standing solemnly beside him, "I order you to go and challenge Yuwen Chengdu."

He paused, then said, word by word, "Dare you?"

Xiang Yu's double pupils flashed with golden light. He knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and roared like thunder: "This humble general is willing to go!"

"Bring me my halberd!"

The guards outside the tent moved in response.

Before long, four strong soldiers carried in the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd together.

What would normally require two soldiers to lift together, Xiang Yu took with one hand as if it were nothing.

He turned and left the tent, his black battle robe fluttering in the morning breeze.

The feudal lords looked at each other, their eyes rekindling with hope.

Perhaps if Xiang Yu were to intervene, he could truly defeat Yuwen Chengdu...

"Beat the drums!" Ji Xuanyuan ordered.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Zhang Fei ran up the city wall, snatched the soldier's drumstick, and personally beat the drum for Xiang Yu.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The war drums thundered, rolling across the land like lightning.

Xiang Yu mounted his horse, which Ji Xuanyuan had bought for him for a fortune. It was jet black with snow-white hooves and was named "Wuzhui".

He held the halberd in one hand, its tip pointing diagonally to the sky. His double pupils swept over the fiery red ball in front of the pass, and a proud smile appeared on his lips.

"drive!"

The black horse neighed loudly and sped out of the camp gate like a black lightning bolt.

The feudal lords rose one after another and rushed to the outside of the tent to look out, but Ji Xuanyuan did not move. He simply sat back down in the main seat and tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

He was a Hegemon-King of Western Chu, unparalleled throughout history. Legend has it that he was the reincarnation of Chi You, the ancient war god, and was born to defeat Qin Shi Huang, the reincarnation of the Yellow Emperor.

One of the Heavenly Treasure Generals, a righteous god of the Thunder Department, is said to be Wen Zhong, the Heavenly Venerable of Universal Transformation of Thunder in the Nine Heavens, who descended to earth to carry out punishments on behalf of Heaven.

The rankings of military generals from past lives that transcended time and space, and the fictional tales of "Guan Yu fighting Qin Qiong," have now become reality.

Who is stronger?

Ji Xuanyuan didn't know.

All he knew was that today's battle would determine too many things.

Two riders faced each other in the open field before the pass.

Yuwen Chengdu sized up the newcomer.

With double pupils and an unusual appearance, clad in black armor and riding a black steed, the halberd in his hand gleamed with dark light, exuding an aura as imposing as a mountain. It was none other than Xiang Yu, who had not participated in the battle yesterday.

"You are Xiang Yu?" Yuwen Chengdu asked calmly.

"Indeed." Xiang Yu reined in his horse, his double pupils blazing with golden light.

"Enough talk, let's fight!"

Before the words were even finished, Wuzhui had already shot off like an arrow released from a bow!

The Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd sliced ​​through the air with a piercing whistle, aiming straight for Yuwen Chengdu's face.

This strike was devoid of any fancy techniques, relying solely on pure power and speed, like Mount Tai pressing down, like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting.

Yuwen Chengdu's eyes flashed with a sharp light as he charged upwards to meet the attack!

"clang--!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, exploded!

At the point where the two weapons clashed, sparks flew like rain! A shockwave exploded outwards from the two of them, stirring up a cloud of dust!

Standing on the wall, Dong Zhuo's expression changed slightly, and Li Ru's hand, which was stroking his beard, froze in mid-air.

Li Jue, Guo Si, and other generals all held their breath.

At the allied camp, the feudal lords craned their necks, their eyes glued to the scene.

With a single strike, both riders retreated three steps.

Yuwen Chengdu felt a slight numbness in his arm and was shocked. What great strength!

This feather's strength is actually no less than mine!

Xiang Yu's fighting spirit burned even brighter in his double pupils, and he laughed loudly, "Good! Let's go again!"

The black steed charged forward again, and the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, like a black, furious dragon, swept across the army.

Yuwen Chengdu's Phoenix Wing Halberd struck like golden thunder, crashing into the ground.

"Clang! Clang! Clang!"

The sound of metal clashing was continuous, like thunder from the heavens or the earth collapsing.

In the blink of an eye, ten rounds have passed.

Amidst the swirling dust, two figures could be seen crossing paths.

Every time weapons clashed, the sound made the spectators' eardrums ache and their hearts pound like drums.

The two clashed fiercely, their strength evenly matched. Amidst the sand and dust, their figures resembled dragons locked in combat, making it difficult to determine who was superior.

Yuwen Chengdu's halberd technique was exquisite, fierce, and powerful, while Xiang Yu's halberd was imposing and expansive. The cheers from both sides rose and fell like waves, all believing that the two heroes were evenly matched.

They fought for thirty rounds.

Xiang Yu's halberd technique was wide and sweeping, each strike containing the power to shatter mountains and split rocks. A faint crimson hue appeared in his double pupils, a sign that the might of the ancient war lord was awakening.

Yuwen Chengdu's halberd was fierce and powerful, like a thunder god wielding divine punishment, his red Shu brocade robe dancing wildly in the wind like burning flames.

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Yuwen Chengdu's forehead, and his breathing became slightly rapid.

Xiang Yu's halberd strikes grew increasingly heavy, each blow like a mountain collapsing, causing Yuwen Chengdu's palms to go numb and his tiger's mouth to ache.

Although the golden light of the Phoenix Wing Halberd was intense, it was gradually suppressed by the dark and heavy halberd, and its moves already showed signs of being somewhat forced.

As Dong Zhuo closed the door, his smile faded. Li Ru narrowed his eyes and whispered, "Young Master seems to be struggling a bit."

Fifty.

The sun was rising higher, and it was already noon.

Both men and their horses were drenched in sweat and panting heavily.

Xiang Yu's black horse, Wuzhui, was foaming at the mouth, while Yuwen Chengdu's red rabbit was trembling.

However, the two men's fighting spirit only grew stronger.

"How exhilarating! How exhilarating!" Xiang Yu laughed loudly, his voice echoing across the land.

"Since the beginning of my life, I have never encountered such an opponent!"

Although Yuwen Chengdu did not speak, his eyes were burning with the same fierce fighting spirit. Today's battle made him feel the weight of the word "opponent" for the first time. However, at this moment, he was more on the defensive than on the offensive.

Seventy combinations.

Dark clouds had gathered in the sky at some unknown time.

At first, there were only a few thin clouds, but they gradually grew thicker and thicker, the sky darkened, the wind carried a dampness, and the faint sound of thunder came from afar.

Neither side paid any attention; in the midst of battle, changes in the celestial phenomena were commonplace.

Ninety rounds!

The blood-red light in Xiang Yu's double pupils intensified. With each swing of the Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd, a fierce wind howled. In that howling wind, one could faintly hear the sounds of ancient battlefields with their clashing swords and the illusion of Chi You's banner fluttering in the wind.

His aura surged, like a warlord descending upon the world, his murderous intent soaring to the heavens!

Yuwen Chengdu's Phoenix Wing Halberd shone brightly with golden light. Each block was like a thunderous outburst. His expression was solemn, like a divine general acting on behalf of Heaven, his majesty unassailable.

Ninety-nine!

Their weapons clashed violently once again!

"boom--!!!"

This time, the explosion was far louder than ever before!

In the sky, dark clouds suddenly churned like ink, a bolt of lightning tore through the sky, followed by a thunderous roar that shook the earth!

"Snap—!!!"

A torrential downpour began!

The rain instantly soaked the battlefield, drenching the two fierce generals and all the spectators.

However, in the center of the battlefield, Xiang Yu and Yuwen Chengdu seemed oblivious.

Rainwater flowed down the golden chainmail and dripped down the red Shu brocade robe.

Blood mingled with the rainwater, and Yuwen Chengdu's right arm guard burst open, dripping with blood.

Yet the fighting spirit in his eyes was more intense than ever before!

Xiang Yu roared, and his Heavenly Dragon City-Breaking Halberd shot out like a black lightning bolt!

Yuwen Chengdu's Phoenix Wing Halberd struck like golden thunder!

One hundred!

The tips of the halberd and the dagger clashed in the rain!

"clang--!!!"

This loud noise actually drowned out the thunder in the sky!

Centered on the two people, the rainwater was shaken into a misty spray by the air currents, and the mud on the ground exploded, forming a shallow pit about ten feet in diameter!

Both men groaned simultaneously and each took five steps back.

The black horse knelt on its forelegs, and the red rabbit staggered backward.

Yuwen Chengdu's Phoenix Winged Golden Halberd was actually sent flying by Xiang Yu's attack.

The rain grew heavier and heavier, turning the world into a vast expanse of white.

The two looked at each other through the rain.

a long time.

Yuwen Chengdu spoke slowly, his voice still clear even through the rain: "You didn't use your full strength. I lost today's battle."

Xiang Yu's hand gripping the halberd trembled slightly, not from exhaustion, but from extreme excitement: "We haven't even decided who will win or lose yet! Pick up your weapon and let's fight again!"

Yuwen Chengdu shook his head: "The rain is heavy and the roads are slippery. The horses are exhausted. If we continue fighting, we will only suffer heavy losses."

He paused for a moment: "Let's fight another day!"

Having said that, he turned his horse around and retrieved the phoenix-winged gilded halberd.

Red Hare neighed and trotted slowly toward Hulao Pass, its hooves pounding the mud.

Xiang Yu stood in the rain, gazing at the red figure, his fighting spirit still burning in his double pupils, but ultimately he did not pursue.

Standing on the wall, Dong Zhuo's face was ashen. He had seen with his own eyes that Yuwen Chengdu's right arm was bleeding and that Red Hare was staggering. This was something that had never happened before!

Li Ru said in a low voice, "Prime Minister, the young master has done his best. That Xiang Yu... is truly beyond human strength to defeat."

Dong Zhuo gritted his teeth and finally waved his hand: "Sound the retreat, withdraw the troops."

"Clang clang clang—"

A golden sound rang out.

At the gate, Yuwen Chengdu had already reached the entrance. He glanced back at the black figure in the rain before entering the gate.

Meanwhile, the allied camp was in an uproar!

"They've retreated! Dong Chengdu has been defeated!"

"General Xiang Yu has defeated Yuwen Chengdu!"

"God bless the Han! God bless the Allied Forces!"

The cheers were like a mountain roar and a tsunami, drowning out the sound of rain and thunder!

The feudal lords poured out of their tents, ignoring the heavy rain, and gazed at the still-standing black figure before the pass, their eyes filled with awe and ecstasy.

Ji Xuanyuan slowly walked out of the central command tent, his gaze complex as he looked at Xiang Yu returning through the rain. He let out a soft sigh of relief; he could see that Xiang Yu had held back…

But at least the myth of Yuwen Chengdu's invincibility has been shattered.

After this battle, the morale of the Allied forces should be stabilized.