New Three Kingdoms Tales: Starting as the expressionless Liu Bei

Lu Bu glanced at the three reckless fools who didn't know their own mortality, snorted coldly, spurred his horse, and rode forward to meet them.

He was determined to capture these three people alive, interrogate them thoroughly, and find out who had the audacity to spread rumors about him behind his back.

Lu Bu considered himself a pure and upright man, who usually only liked to kill a few old, weak, women and children and eat a few living people to relieve his boredom. To say that he slept on the emperor's bed and raped the concubines? That's just slander!

If someone criticizes his martial arts skills, he won't be bothered, because as long as he picks up his halberd and fights, the difference in strength will be clear.

But if anyone dares to spread rumors about him, it's like stabbing him in the heart.

He didn't care what others said about his cruelty, but he couldn't tolerate anyone portraying him as a despicable person who broke into the palace at night and raped the concubines.

Thinking of this, a figure involuntarily appeared in his mind.

That was a few days ago, when he was ordered by his adoptive father to go to Wang Yun's residence to search for the traitor Cao Cao.

The soldiers turned the palace upside down, but couldn't find Cao Cao. Just as he was getting impatient, his gaze inadvertently swept across the corridor, and he froze on the spot as if struck by lightning.

A woman stood quietly by the pillar, without saying a word or even glancing up at him.

But it was from that one glance that Lu Bu could no longer look away.

He, a dignified nine-foot-tall man, holding a halberd, stood there like a wooden stake. The soldiers beside him called out several times, but he paid no attention. His eyes were fixed on her, and he didn't even blink.

It wasn't until Wang Yun called his name that the woman under the corridor turned around and her gaze fell on him.

Lu Bu was startled and suddenly came to his senses. He didn't dare to look at it again and turned around hastily like a guilty thief, quickly fleeing from the palace.

Later, he went to great lengths to find out that the woman was the adopted daughter of Situ Wang Yun, and her name was Diao Chan.

From that day on, Lü Bu could never forget that face.

He even felt that he could disregard everyone else in his life, but he couldn't allow her to misunderstand him in the slightest.

If those vile rumors reached her ears and made her believe that she was such a despicable person, then what use would his unparalleled bravery be?

"Lu Bu! Prepare to die!"

Han Yong took the lead, spurring his horse's flanks with both legs, and charged straight at Lü Bu like an arrow released from a bow.

The spear in his hand gleamed with a blinding cold light in the sunlight, its tip slicing through the air with a sharp whistling sound, aiming straight for Lü Bu's heart.

The attack was swift and fierce. Han Yong put almost all his strength into the spear shaft, combining the speed of his warhorse with the power of his arm, determined to pierce through Lü Bu in this single strike.

Lu Bu's mind was still lingering on Diao Chan's fleeting glance when he heard the sound of horses' hooves. He was jolted awake as the spear pierced his body like a venomous snake.

His pupils contracted sharply, and his right hand instinctively reached for the halberd, but it was too late when he had only raised the shaft halfway.

The spear tip was less than three inches from his chest; a moment's hesitation and it would have pierced through. He simply threw the halberd to the ground, and his left hand flashed out, grabbing the spear shaft.

The sharp spearhead stopped just before his heart, the shaft abruptly halted in his hand, groaning under the strain with a creak.

Lu Bu intended to take advantage of the situation and drag this arrogant and ignorant brute off his horse, along with his spear, then disarm him and force him to kneel and beg for mercy.

But as soon as he exerted his strength, an unusual force came from the other side.

Seeing that the spear shaft was being gripped, Han Yong immediately understood Lü Bu's intention. He pressed both hands onto the spear shaft, his ten fingers clenching tightly until the knuckles turned white, his teeth grinding together. Veins bulged on his face, and the sounds squeezed out of his throat were almost roars.

Lu Bu added more force, and the spear shaft arched into a dangerous curve under the pull of the two brute forces, emitting a creaking and groaning sound, as if it would break at any moment.

But Han Yong stubbornly held on, his warhorse snorting and leaving messy hoofprints on the ground. He braced his entire body against the spear shaft and withstood Lu Bu's attack.

Lu Bu frowned, his palm pressed against the spear shaft, clearly feeling a restless aura spreading along the spear.

This is... a strange power!

This power actually originated from the same source as the strange power within his body, but it was far less refined than his.

The power within Han Yong's body was violent and volatile, like a pot of boiling oil. He couldn't control it at all, and instead, this power backfired on his mind.

At this moment, Han Yong's eyes were bloodshot, saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth, and what came out of his throat was no longer a battle roar, but a beast-like howl.

The power that Lü Bu possessed was personally extracted from the Imperial Seal by Dong Zhuo, and it had long since become one with him.

He can control his power at will, advancing and retreating with ease; he is the master of this power, not a puppet controlled by it.

Something's not right...

Lu Bu frowned, suppressing his contempt, because he remembered what his adoptive father had said.

He no longer held back. With a thought, a powerful and strange force surged into his left arm, and his five fingers clenched tightly.

With a sharp crack, the spear shaft shattered in his hand, sending splinters of wood flying everywhere.

Han Yong didn't even glance at the broken weapon in his hand. He leaped off his horse and bit down hard on Red Hare's hind leg. His teeth pierced the fur, and blood spurted out.

Red Hare neighed in pain and raised its front hooves high.

Lu Bu quickly tightened the reins and spurred his horse back several steps. He glanced down at the deep row of bloody teeth marks on the horse's leg, then made no further hesitation.

This person has been completely devoured by the strange entity; there is no point in keeping him alive.

He bent down and picked up the halberd from the ground. With a flick of his wrist, the blade flashed coldly in the air, and he was about to cut off Han Yong's head.

But then a "star~" was heard, as if a sharp sword had been drawn!

Lu Bu glanced behind him and saw Liu Sandao riding up, drawing his sword and slashing at him. He snorted coldly.

They've come at the perfect time; let's pack everything up together and save ourselves the trouble.

He withdrew his gaze, swung his halberd horizontally, and with a cold flash of light, cleanly severed Han Yong's head.

Han Yong's headless corpse was still twitching and not completely dead. Lü Bu suddenly turned around, raised his halberd high above his head, and slashed down at Liu Sandao.

Liu Sandao had just arrived behind Lü Bu, intending to launch a sneak attack, but unexpectedly, a halberd struck him right in front of him.

A cold sweat instantly broke out on his back, and only one thought occupied his mind.

If he dodges this halberd, he might survive, but his horse will surely be cleaved in two.

Without his horse, he couldn't outrun Red Hare on two legs, and he was doomed.

Block! Without further hesitation, he raised the sword with both hands, poured all the strange power within his body into the blade, and thrust it upwards fiercely.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere.

Liu Sandao felt an immense force, like a mountain, pressing down on the sword. His arms slumped down, and his tiger's mouth instantly split open, blood flowing down the hilt of the sword.

He gritted his teeth and barely managed to block the halberd, his whole body trembling.

He suddenly realized that Lü Bu had only used his right hand to strike with his halberd, while his left hand remained suspended at his side without exerting any force. If Lü Bu had used both hands, he and his horse would have been cleaved in two long ago.

Lü Bu did not use his left hand; his mind was not entirely focused on what was in front of him.

Three people rushed out just now, but now only one is down, one is being held up, and one is still missing.

He glanced around the battlefield twice out of the corner of his eye, but couldn't find Ju Yi. He knew the kid was definitely hiding and would strike when he revealed a weakness.

Therefore, he dared not use both hands to strike with the halberd. He had to keep his left hand to prevent Ju Yi from launching a sneak attack.

Liu Sandao held the halberd shaft, his arms trembling more and more violently, the blade sinking inch by inch.

Seeing that Lü Bu was using only one hand, he knew that Ju Yi's plan to hide in the shadows had been exposed.

His face flushed red, and he screamed at the top of his lungs into the air behind him, "Ju Yi! You fucking bastard, make your move! I can't take this anymore!"

Lu Bu sneered and continued to increase the pressure with his right hand, causing Liu Sandao excruciating pain.

Even if Ju Yi launches a sneak attack, as long as his left hand is free, he can still react to a hidden arrow.

He, Lü Bu, is invincible under heaven!

Lu Bu looked down at Liu Sandao, who was struggling to hold on beneath his halberd, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"Sneak attacks won't work on me. You'll only die one by one by my hand!"

Before he could finish speaking, a series of hurried footsteps suddenly sounded behind him.

It wasn't the sound of horses' hooves, but the dull thud of bare feet stepping on the sand.

Lu Bu raised an eyebrow. Ju Yi had finally made his move? He continued to exert force with his right hand and turned to look behind him.

That glance sent chills down his spine.

The headless Han Yong stood upright on the ground. Although there was nothing left on his neck, his limbs were like those of a wild wolf, his ten fingers digging into the soil, as he charged towards him.