New Three Kingdoms Tales: Starting as the expressionless Liu Bei

Zhang Fei grinned, shoved his eighteen-foot spear to his side, raised his chin, and shouted at Lü Bu:

"You thieving Lu Bu, are you hard of hearing? I just called you a traitor who has served three masters!"

Lu Bu's face stiffened, and his brows furrowed. He reined in his horse, Red Hare, and it spun around on the spot.

"How could I, the mighty Lü Bu, have become a slave to three masters?"

Zhang Fei wasn't in a hurry. He sneered and started counting on his fingers in front of everyone.

"You tell me first, is your surname Lü?"

Without much thought, Lü Bu blurted out, "Yes!"

Zhang Fei chuckled, his voice growing even louder.

"Your biological father's surname is Lü, right? And your first adoptive father was General Ding Yuan, right?"

"Later, Dong Zhuo bribed you with a Red Hare horse. For that horse, you personally beheaded Ding Yuan and then recognized Dong Zhuo as your adoptive father. Count the examples yourself, what else is this but a traitor who has served three masters!"

Lu Bu was rendered speechless by these calculations. He gripped his halberd tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, the veins on his neck bulging, and his teeth grinding together, yet he couldn't utter a single word.

On the city wall, the various lords craned their necks and peered out from the crenellations, listening with great interest and wearing strange smiles on their faces.

Only Yuan Shu's lip muscles twitched twice, unable to hold it in any longer. He quickly turned to the side, covered his mouth with his hand, and pretended to cough twice.

As soon as Zhang Fei finished speaking, he knew that his words had angered Lü Bu quite a bit, so he didn't waste any more words.

He spurred his horse on, and the warhorse charged forward with a neigh, his eighteen-foot spear aimed straight at Lü Bu's heart.

"You traitorous slave, prepare to die!"

Lu Bu took a deep breath, his eyes surging with killing intent, and rode forward to meet them, wielding his halberd.

The spearhead pierced his face, and Lü Bu parried with his halberd. The two weapons clashed, sparks flew, and the sound of metal striking metal was deafening.

Zhang Fei's arms trembled violently from the shock, his tiger's mouth felt like it had been hit with a hammer, and half of his arm was numb. His warhorse was thrown back several steps by the force, almost throwing him off its back.

Zhang Fei reined in his horse, shook his numb wrist, and his anger turned into shouts and curses.

"You thieving Lu Bu, you're using some kind of supernatural power! If you're so capable, withdraw that power and show me your true skills! Otherwise, even if you chop me down, I'll never submit to you!"

Upon hearing this, Lü Bu unconsciously loosened his grip a little.

After that brief exchange, he had already assessed Zhang Fei's capabilities. He was nothing more than a brute who only knew how to talk big; even without using any strange powers, he could have easily defeated him.

He suppressed the restless, eerie power within him, spurred his horse back a few steps, and widened the distance between them again.

Seeing that he had truly withdrawn his strength, Zhang Fei revealed a sly smile of triumph.

He gave the other side no time to react, spurred his horse forward, and raised his eighteen-foot spear high, its blade gleaming with a blinding cold light in the sunlight.

A strange aura was quietly gathering in his throat.

Lu Bu was completely unaware of this. At that moment, he couldn't hear anything in his mind except for those four words echoing repeatedly in his ears.

"A traitor who serves three masters!"

When he came to his senses, Zhang Fei had already rushed in front of him like a black whirlwind.

Lu Bu snorted coldly, advancing instead of retreating. His halberd tore through the air, the sharp handles whistling as it slashed straight at Zhang Fei's face.

Unexpectedly, at that moment, Zhang Fei suddenly opened his blood-red maw, and a violent and strange power exploded from his throat, blasting straight towards Lü Bu.

"The Roar of Nagasaka!"

The sound waves, carrying a strange power, crashed into Lü Bu's ears. His mind exploded with a buzz, his vision went black, and he froze on his horse, falling into a brief state of dizziness.

Zhang Fei had been waiting for this moment. He stomped his heel on the horse's belly, and the warhorse, in pain, suddenly bolted forward.

Using the momentum, he swung his spear half a circle, and the spearhead, accompanied by a whooshing sound, smashed down on Lü Bu's head.

At the last moment, Lü Bu suddenly awoke, his pupils contracted sharply, and he raised his halberd, the spearhead striking the shaft hard, sparks flying everywhere.

The terrifying force pressed him down, causing him to fall backward onto the horse's back. His center of gravity shifted, and he slid off the horse.

But he was highly skilled in martial arts; he somersaulted in the air and landed steadily on the ground, his long robe fluttering behind him.

He raised his head, staring intently at Zhang Fei, his eyes filled with rage.

That damned thing! Despicable and shameless! He won't let me use my strange powers, but he's having a blast using them himself! And he's even using a martial arts technique!

Lu Bu no longer held back, pouring all the strange power within his body into his halberd, causing the tip of the halberd to gleam with a dark, cold light.

He lowered his body and swung his halberd horizontally, aiming straight for the four legs of Zhang Fei's warhorse. If this strike landed, the horse would be crippled on the spot.

If it were an ordinary person, facing Lü Bu, the bravest warrior in the world, they would be completely at a loss. But Zhang Fei was no ordinary person; he was a god!

He saw the halberd coming and kicked the horse's rump hard. The warhorse, in pain, neighed and leaped forward, barely dodging the fatal sweep.

Zhang Fei twisted his body in mid-air, using the momentum of the spin to swing his spear again, slashing down at Lü Bu beside him.

Lu Bu grabbed Red Hare's tail with his backhand, used the momentum to turn around, and smoothly flipped back onto the horse's back, easily dodging Zhang Fei's spear.

On the city wall, Yuan Shao stood with his hands behind his back, a faint smile playing on his lips. Regardless of who won below, it would benefit him.

If Zhang Fei were to die, Lü Bu would have rid the world of a great scourge.

Even if Lü Bu wins, it doesn't matter. No matter how strong he is, he is still just one person, while there are still more than 400,000 troops in Chenliu City.

If Lü Bu were dead, that would be even better. With the death of Lü Bu, the greatest warrior in the land, Yuan Shao's path ahead would be less fraught with obstacles.

Zhang Fei was panting heavily, and wanted to open his mouth again to buy some more time.

Lu Bu didn't give him a chance to speak. Red Hare leaped into the air, charging towards him. He raised his halberd high and brought it down on Zhang Fei's head.

Zhang Fei had no time to dodge, so he had no choice but to raise his spear horizontally to take the blow head-on.

A tremendous force pressed down, and the spear shaft sank sharply, nearly knocking him off his horse.

His face turned bright red, and the muscles in his arms trembled with tension, but he still managed to grin and squeeze out a sentence through gritted teeth: "You traitor...you've got some strength!"

Lu Bu's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. He gripped the halberd shaft tightly with both hands and pressed it down even further.

The spear shaft creaked under the weight, and Zhang Fei's back was pressed against the saddle.

Liu Bei saw this and knew that if he didn't intervene, his third brother would really die here.

He quickly gave Guan Yu a look, and Guan Yu, who was already poised to attack, saw his elder brother's signal and immediately spurred his horse, dragging his Green Dragon Crescent Blade as he charged towards Lü Bu.