Three Kingdoms: My Strategy Simulator

Lu Bu and Zhang Fei exchanged insults for two rounds. The more Zhang Fei cursed, the happier he became, while Lu Bu grew angrier with each curse. Then, he turned and proactively requested permission from Dong Zhuo.

“I beg my adoptive father to allow me to go into battle. I will surely slay that fellow.”

Dong Zhuo was naturally happy to grant Lu Bu's request. In fact, the reason he had actively reconciled with Lu Bu was to have him go into battle and take Zhang Fei's life.

“Granted! Today, we will watch from the city tower and witness the bravery of my son, Fengxian.”

“Thank you, adoptive father!”

Lu Bu cupped his fist and acknowledged the order. Then, he turned, descended the city tower, donned his armor, mustered his troops, and once again took up his halberd.

However, because Lu Bu's military authority had not been fully restored, the Western Liang iron cavalry, led by Zhang Xiu, escorted Lu Bu into battle. Zhang Xiu also wore a white cloth band on his forehead and hemp clothing on his body.

This caused Lu Bu to glance at Zhang Xiu, before mounting the Red Hare horse that he had been separated from for nearly half a month.

Holding the halberd and sitting astride the Red Hare, that familiar feeling surged into his heart once more, filling Lu Bu with the heroic spirit of having no equal under heaven!

When Zhang Fei saw that Lu Bu had indeed come out to meet the challenge, he couldn't help but get excited. He turned to Guan Yu behind him and said.

“Second brother, don't rush. Let me fight this three-surname slave for a while!”

Although Zhang Fei's words were harsh, he undoubtedly had his own heroic spirit.

The last time he fought Lu Bu, he was suppressed after only a short exchange, which undoubtedly made Zhang Fei very dissatisfied.

This time, Zhang Fei decided to have a good fight with Lu Bu again.

Facing Lu Bu, Guan Yu did not dare to be careless, but he also understood Zhang Fei's mentality and could only remind him.

“Third brother, be careful.”

“Don't worry.”

Zhang Fei replied, then rode his black steed and charged towards Lu Bu, shouting.

“Three-surname slave, prepare to die!”

Lu Bu was also furious and roared. “You Yan man, today I will surely take your life!”

In the next moment, Lu Bu and Zhang Fei clashed again.

Compared to their first encounter, both Lu Bu and Zhang Fei were now quite familiar with each other's moves.

And both sides hated each other to the extreme, so they both attacked each other with deadly force from the moment they met.

This led to the battle entering a white-hot stage almost as soon as it began.

The news of Lu Bu's battle with Zhang Fei also quickly spread back to the allied camp, so that many of the lords who had not yet woken up almost all led their elite troops to cheer and support him.

Of course, in Li Ji's opinion, most of these lords were just there to join in the fun and watch the show.

After all, a contest of Lu Bu and Zhang Fei's caliber was the best in the world, and for the martial-minded Han people, the attraction was imaginable.

While watching the show, many lords did not forget to denounce Lu Bu as a three-surname slave and Zhang Fei as vulgar.

However, these lords could not help but reveal an envious and admiring look, often lamenting why they did not have such fierce generals under their command, or why they did not have such martial power.

This time, Zhang Fei and Lu Bu fought for two hundred rounds before Zhang Fei was gradually and obviously suppressed by Lu Bu.

Seeing this, Guan Yu, fearing that something unexpected would happen, no longer waited and immediately rode forward, slashing down with three fully charged strikes.

This time, Lu Bu was obviously much more experienced than last time, and had prepared himself mentally.

However, unlike the previous frequency of the first strike being fast, the second heavy, and the third even faster, this time Guan Yu's charged three strikes were fast for the first strike, even faster for the second, and incomparably heavy for the third.

This caught Lu Bu off guard and he almost suffered a great loss again. After barely and awkwardly resisting, even while still facing the joint attack of Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, Lu Bu could not help but curse at Guan Yu.

“Seeing that you have thick eyebrows and a red face, I never thought you would be such a treacherous and shameless person.”

Guan Yu seemed unfazed, but the redness on his face became even more pronounced as he replied. “How can one be ignorant when facing those who aid the wicked?”

Watching Lu, Guan, and Zhang fight in a melee, restraining each other and forming a seemingly balanced state of power, Zhang Xiu, who was originally supporting Lu Bu, stared fixedly at Zhang Fei, and some thoughts arose in his heart.

‘The one who killed my uncle is Zhang Fei!’

Zhang Xiu's hand secretly reached for the strong bow hanging on his horse, his eyes fixed on Zhang Fei, waiting for an opening to appear.

Until the three had fought for nearly a hundred rounds, in order to relieve Guan Yu's offensive, Zhang Fei almost completely leaned to one side, using his丈八蛇矛to parry the halberd.

‘This is the moment!’

Zhang Xiu's eyes narrowed, and he suddenly lifted the strong bow while drawing an arrow from the quiver.

The bow was like a full moon, and the arrow was like lightning!

At the moment the arrow was shot, Zhang Xiu had a strong premonition that this arrow would definitely hit, and would definitely avenge his uncle's blood feud.

By the time Zhang Fei noticed the arrow, his body was still in a half-unbalanced opening, and it was too late to react…

‘Oh no!’

Just as Zhang Fei was shocked, another sharp sound of an arrow piercing through the air came from another direction, and approached Zhang Fei even faster.

In the next moment, five feet away from Zhang Fei, the two arrows collided.

The arrow shot by Zhang Xiu was broken in half, and the other one flew forward for a while due to inertia before falling to the ground.

Such a scene not only stimulated Zhang Fei deeply, but even Lu Bu glanced at it for a moment, first glancing at Zhang Xiu, and then looking at Zhao Yun, who had blocked the arrow.

Obviously, Zhao Yun's archery skills were above Zhang Xiu's, at least one level higher than Zhang Xiu's, in order to make such an accurate response in a very short time.

Liu Bei, who was also supporting Zhang Fei, suddenly woke up in a cold sweat and glared angrily in Zhang Xiu's direction.

If that arrow had hit, even if it didn't take Zhang Fei's life, it would definitely have greatly affected Zhang Fei's combat power, and even triggered a chain reaction that would have killed Guan Yu and Zhang Fei under Lu Bu's halberd.

“Shameless dog thief who attacks with hidden arrows!”

Rarely showing some anxiety, Liu Bei said to Zhao Yun. “Zilong, go, take down that dog thief for me.”

“Yes.”

Zhao Yun's face sank, and he immediately charged towards Zhang Xiu.

Seeing this, Zhang Xiu's eyes also showed some annoyance when he looked at Zhao Yun.

If it weren't for Zhao Yun's obstruction, Zhang Xiu would have already avenged his great revenge.

Even though Zhang Xiu vaguely guessed that Zhao Yun was a junior brother from the same school, he did not hesitate to attack Zhao Yun with ruthless moves, intending to defeat Zhao Yun and then continue to take Zhang Fei's head.

In less than three rounds of fighting with Zhao Yun, his eyes revealed some shock.

The spear technique from the same school made Zhao Yun also realize Zhang Xiu's identity.

Before Zhao Yun went down the mountain, Zhao Yun had also learned from his master that he had taken two disciples in Xiliang and Yizhou when he traveled around the world, which were considered Zhao Yun's fellow brothers.

However, Zhao Yun almost instantly regained his composure and said.

“Now, senior brother and I are serving different masters. Please forgive me if I offend you.”

Zhang Xiu also said in a deep voice. “Hmph, let me see how much of my master's skills my junior brother has inherited…”

In the next moment, the shadow of the spear transformed by Zhao Yun's涯角枪 completely enveloped Zhang Xiu, startling Zhang Xiu's pupils to subconsciously shrink into a point.

Even the former master could not use this move to this extent, and it was also an extremely ruthless killing move.

This junior brother speaks so modestly and politely, but his attacks are so ruthless and merciless?!

This extreme contrast made Zhang Xiu instantly stop the harsh words he originally wanted to say, and quickly concentrated his mind to resist.

However, since both sides were from the same school, and seemed to know each other's moves inside and out, it also meant that Zhao Yun knew very well where Zhang Xiu's own weaknesses might lie.

Therefore, as Zhao Yun became completely serious, Zhang Xiu, who had originally underestimated Zhao Yun's age, was sweating profusely and somewhat unable to resist in less than three rounds.

Zhao Yun's thoughts were quite simple. It was not that Zhao Yun did not care about the friendship between fellow disciples, but that he felt it was so sad that they were from the same school but served different masters?

Therefore, Zhao Yun rarely took the initiative to become serious, intending to end the sadness!

As long as Zhang Xiu is captured and sent to Liu Bei, then naturally there will be no need for each to serve his own master, and everyone can happily support the Han Dynasty together, wouldn't that be wonderful?

Just as Zhang Xiu felt the pressure from Zhao Yun like a mountain, and the tiger-headed golden spear that he usually wielded as if it were an arm was about to be unable to hold, the halberd suddenly intervened from the side, directly blocking Zhao Yun's strike that was about to pierce Zhang Xiu's shoulder.

At this moment, Zhang Xiu, who was like he had survived a disaster, was as if he had been fished out of the water, panting heavily and sweating profusely.

Lu Bu glanced around at Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, and said.

“Hmph, we'll fight again another day!”

Immediately, Lu Bu led the way and retreated towards Hulao Pass, followed closely by Zhang Xiu and the three thousand Xiliang iron cavalry.

Zhao Yun hesitated for a moment, but still gave up the idea of stopping Lu Bu, and also retreated back to the formation with Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

Without a doubt, under Lu Bu's precautions, he would definitely not easily fall into the encirclement of Zhao Yun, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, and even if he tried to stop him, it would be useless.

After returning to Hulao Pass, Zhang Xiu belatedly cupped his fist and thanked Lu Bu.

“Thank you, Marquis Wen, for saving me. Zhang Xiu is extremely grateful and will definitely repay you in the future!”

Lu Bu, who was originally staring at the city tower, moved slightly in his heart, turned to look at Zhang Xiu, and said.

"You were able to withstand Zhao Zilong's spear for a while, which is not bad. You barely managed to catch my eye. If you want to repay me, you will soon have the opportunity."

Before Zhang Xiu could inquire further, Lu Bu handed the Red Hare to his attendant, then, holding the Fang Tian Halberd, he walked towards the city tower as he always did.

The personal guard stationed at the staircase of the city tower hesitated for a moment, intimidated by the power emanating from Lu Bu, and silently allowed Lu Bu to pass with the Fang Tian Halberd. (End of this chapter)