Tang Dynasty: Starting with 3,000 elite cavalry, a bloody battle to retake the city.

They should have noticed it sooner—his steps were slightly hesitant, his breathing slightly heavy, and his shoulders and back trembled slightly with each shot.

Even so, with his broken body, he still overwhelmed the entire Divine Might Army, making them unable to lift their heads!

It's not that they're too weak, it's that he... is too overpowered!

At that moment, the spurt of blood finally revealed the truth—

This injury wasn't inflicted today; it was a relapse of an old ailment! It was a wound he had forcefully suppressed with his will, now awakened by the force of the gun, retaliating against his entire body!

"Han Ye..."

Li Yingge's heart skipped a beat. She leaped down from the platform, rushed to his side, and grabbed his swaying body, her voice trembling, "Are you crazy? Stop right now!"

Han Ye raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, his face almost transparently pale.

He frowned, not because of the pain, but because the dormant agony within him was awakening—a mark left by the battle on the banks of the Wei River, a remnant of his soul and broken bones that had almost dragged him into hell.

That night, blood stained the river, and he fell amidst the pile of corpses, clinging to life by sheer willpower.

But some wounds may not heal even after three to five years.

"It's unclear how long it will take for a full recovery."

He whispered, his gaze slightly lowered, "Until then... I can no longer resort to force lightly."

But before he could finish speaking, he smiled again, looking at Li Yingge weakly but firmly: "Don't worry, it's just a cold that hasn't fully healed, I just coughed a couple of times."

"A cold?"

Li Yingge's eyes instantly reddened, and her nails dug into her palms.

Do you think I'm blind? Vomiting blood and calling it a cold?!

But she couldn't say anything more. She could only bite her lower lip tightly and glare at everyone: "Have you all had enough! A friendly sparring match should end when it's done. Do you have to kill someone to be satisfied?!"

wow-

The soldiers of the Divine Might Army knelt down in unison, bowing their heads to beg for forgiveness:

"General, please forgive me!"

"General, please forgive me!"

"Your subordinate knows his mistake!"

In fact, they were already convinced without her saying anything.

How could someone with injuries achieve such a record?

This isn't a competition, it's a crushing defeat! It's dignity fought for with one's life!

They were no longer paying homage to the noble young master of the Han family, but to the man in front of them who would stand even if he coughed up blood!

But what they didn't expect was that his injury had become so deep...

Han Ye gently pushed Li Yingge away, straightened up with his gun, and spoke in a hoarse but resolute voice:

Don't listen to her.

"I set the rules."

"I've said it before—whoever wins gets to speak."

He slowly raised his head, his gaze as deep as an abyss, piercing through the crowd:

"So... let's continue."

The air condensed.

The next second, the entire training ground exploded!

All the soldiers stood frozen in place, their eyes welling up with tears.

What is he doing? Knowing he's going to die, he still keeps fighting?!

Is it to win? To prove oneself?

No, that's not all!

Liu Shu, the bodyguard, stood at the back of the line, gazing at the swaying figure, and sighed softly, his voice low and deep:

"General... don't you understand?"

He's not trying to justify himself.

"He was fighting for that army that could no longer speak."

Li Yingge was jolted, as if struck by lightning.

That army...

Ghost-faced Army.

That army of fallen souls, forgotten by the court, despised by the world, and buried in the wilderness, with no one to claim their remains.

Han Ye cannot fall, nor dare he fall.

Because once he kneels down, that blood-stained flag will truly sink completely into darkness.

So he would rather vomit three liters of blood than not stand up.

So even if his meridians were completely ruptured, he still had to say one thing—

"Go on, next one!"

It was because he absolutely could not bring shame to the masked warriors!

is that so?!

Li Yingge didn't know, but she was certain in her heart—she was pretty much right!

Just now.

A general stepped forward from the Divine Might Army, clasped his hands in a respectful salute, and said in a deferential tone, "Young Master Han Ye, that's enough! We've already conceded victory; there's no need to continue..."

"No, it's not over yet!"

Before he could finish speaking, Han Ye coldly interrupted him.

The general was stunned for a moment, and froze on the spot.

Han Ye stood in the center of the arena, his voice hoarse as if tearing silk, but his eyes as deep as an abyss: "I don't need your recognition."

"I will win fair and square with my strength!"

It's that simple!

Han Ye, born into the Ghost Face Warriors, how could he elevate himself by relying on victories conceded by others? That kind of victory is worthless!

"boom!"

The spear shot through the air and slammed heavily into the ground, creating a cloud of dust.

He gripped the gun in one hand, his knuckles white, and whispered, "Come on."

The Shenwei Army members fell silent, their gazes involuntarily drawn to Li Yingge.

Seeing her eyes redden and her head slowly lower, they gritted their teeth and took a step forward.

It was the same general from before.

"Clang!"

A flash of cold light appeared as his sword was drawn from its sheath at his waist. He roared, "Young Master Han Ye, forgive me!"

The man moved with the sound, his sword flashing like lightning as he charged straight at the enemy!

Everyone could see that Han Ye was already at his limit!

His breathing was disordered, his steps were unsteady, and he could barely stand!

Fighting under these circumstances would be an unfair contest!

Can--

no way.

If Han Ye doesn't allow it, they can't back down.

Once war breaks out, the Divine Might Army never holds back.

Because true respect is never just lip service to kindness, but a fight to the death!

Just as the opponent's sword tore through the air and reached him—

Han Ye moved!

The Hundred Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix Spear: One spear can pacify the entire land!

"Clang!!"

The spear tip and the sword blade collided, producing a piercing metallic clang!

In that instant, the general's pupils shrank dramatically!

He finally understood just how terrifying this boy in front of him really was!

Is this even while he's injured? How terrifying would he be at his peak?!

His expression changed drastically, and he immediately changed his move to counterattack, turning his swordplay ruthless, determined to overwhelm the opponent in one fell swoop!

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

No matter how he charged forward, Han Ye, as if anticipating his every move, would sweep his spear, parry, and counterattack with lightning speed!

Despite being so weak that he was on the verge of collapse, his reactions were surprisingly fast, unlike anything seen in a human!

Beyond the horizontal line, the opponent repeatedly attempted to break through the defenses and enter the center of the battle.

But every attack was precisely intercepted by that long spear, and then countered and forced back!

"hiss……"

"That reaction speed...it's too fast!"

"His fighting instincts are practically beast-like!"

"Young Master Han Ye... he's terrifying..."

"The general has a keen eye; he actually managed to dig out such a monster..."

The soldiers of the Divine Might Army were stunned, their hearts pounding.

Their exchange was lightning-fast, yet the situation was remarkably clear—

That general never managed to get even half a step closer!

Not to mention stepping over the horizontal line!

And at this moment—

Han Ye suddenly flicked his spear, the tip slicing through the sky like a falling meteor, aiming straight for the throat!

The speed was so fast that there was no way to avoid it!

"It's over!"

The general's face turned pale. In the face of death, he instinctively lunged forward, trying to dodge by rolling.

Little did they know that this lunge would hasten their death!

If only the spear tip could advance another half an inch—

It would be fatal if the throat was pierced!

But at this critical moment—

Han Ye suddenly let go.

The spear flew from his hand and pierced the ground at an angle.

"Cough cough cough..."

He spat out a mouthful of blood, his body swayed violently, and finally, unable to hold on any longer, he collapsed heavily to the ground.

"puff!"

Blood spilled from the corner of his mouth again, staining his clothes red.

Embarrassed.

"Han Ye..."

"Young Master Han Ye!"

Li Yingge suddenly looked up, tears welling up in her eyes.

All the soldiers of the Divine Might Army turned their gazes toward the fallen figure.

Although he had fallen, the way they looked at him—

But it was hotter than ever before!

Respect!

Awe!

The general who had just been standing there collapsed to the ground, his face still showing signs of shock, his armor soaked with cold sweat.

He survived.

Simply because—

At the last moment, Han Ye threw away his weapon.

That shot could have taken his life.

But he let it go.

The weapon landed, and life and death were reversed.

Otherwise, he would have been beheaded long ago.

He lay on the ground, completely exhausted, but still grinned at Han Ye, who was lying on the ground, and said, "Thank you, Young Master Han Ye, for sparing my life."

Han Ye chuckled softly, his gaze shifting slightly.

He is too tired.

His old injuries hadn't healed, and he had forced himself to push his blood and qi to this point, pushing himself to the limit! Now, he couldn't even lift a finger, but his eyes were fixed on the ground—the general was right on the line he had drawn earlier.

They crossed the line!

Han Ye closed his eyes for a moment, and when he opened them again, a relieved smile appeared on his lips: "I failed to hold the line... You guys won."

Yes, they won.

He set the rules, and he drew the lines.

People have indeed moved on.

But what they didn't know was—

The crushing defeat just now, with a wounded body able to unleash such terrifying combat power, is beyond what can be measured by victory or defeat.

Everyone in the Divine Might Army was completely convinced!

"No!" The general struggled to his feet, his face flushed and his voice hoarse. "Young Master Han Ye, you won!"

Before he finished speaking, he dragged his broken body back to the outside of the line, picked up the spear that Han Ye had left behind, and painstakingly filled in the dust to restore the broken horizontal line!

In an instant—

Twenty thousand Divine Might Army!

"Splash—!"

They all knelt on one knee in unison, the sound of their armor clashing like thunder, shaking the mountains and rivers!

"Greetings, Young Master Han Ye!"

"Greetings, Young Master Han Ye!"

"Greetings, Young Master Han Ye!"

The roar soared into the sky, rolling like a tidal wave, startling the distant forest birds into flight, and causing the world to lose its color!

At this moment, it is not an order, not coercion, but a heartfelt surrender!

Han Ye lay on the ground, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"At least... I didn't embarrass my brothers."

He murmured softly, trying to sit up.

"Snapped!"

A foot wearing an iron boot landed beside him.

Li Yingge, still clad in her silver armor and with reddened eyes, grabbed him and pulled him up.

She gritted her teeth, her voice soft and trembling: "Are you out of your mind? You're injured like this and you're still forcing yourself... Do you want to die in front of them?"

Han Ye was taken aback, then smiled.

"I can't just hide behind you and let people say I, Han Ye, am a kept man, can I?"

The moment those words left her mouth, Li Yingge's cheeks flushed bright red, her ears turning a deep crimson. She glared at him fiercely and muttered under her breath, "Smooth talker!"

Han Ye blinked, looking completely innocent: How am I being inappropriate?