The Three Kingdoms: The entire Cao Cao camp thought I was weak and frail.

The atmosphere inside the tent was terribly oppressive.

Just then, a general behind Yuan Shu stepped forward from the crowd and shouted, "This humble general, Yu She, is willing to share the burden for our leader and slay Hua Xiong!"

Upon recognizing his subordinate general, Yuan Shu's face lit up with pride. He stroked his beard and said, "My general Yu She is capable of slaying Hua Xiong!"

Yuan Shao was overjoyed and immediately ordered his men to prepare horses. Yu She drew his sword, mounted his horse, and charged out of the camp with imposing grandeur. The other lords also emerged from their tents and climbed to the high observation platform, eager to witness this moment of fame and glory.

Xun Hao, Guo Jia, and Xun Yu also joined the crowd, standing on a corner of the high platform, gazing at the dust in front of the battle formation from afar.

The war drums sounded, and the two riders crossed paths.

Before anyone could see the move clearly, they heard a scream.

Not long after, a scout came galloping in with a trembling voice: "Report! General Yu She fought Hua Xiong for less than three rounds and was... was killed by Hua Xiong!"

One sentence plunged the entire platform into a deathly silence.

Yuan Shu's smug expression froze, turning into an embarrassing liver color.

Yuan Shao's expression also turned extremely grim. He looked at Han Fu, the governor of Ji Province, and urged, "Lord Han, you have the general Pan Feng under your command; he can fight him!"

Han Fu didn't want to step forward, but Yuan Shao called him out in public, and seeing the gazes from all around, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and push a burly man wielding a large axe next to him forward.

"This humble general, Pan Feng, is willing to go!"

Pan Feng's axe looked quite heavy, and a glimmer of hope was rekindled in the hearts of the feudal lords.

However, hope was dashed even faster than before.

After Pan Feng went into battle, a loud explosion was heard in the distance, followed by silence. Soon, a scout rushed in with a report, his voice trembling with tears: "General Pan... he too has been slain by Hua Xiong!"

Suddenly, the entire platform became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

No one dared to accept the challenge.

Looking at the group of "heroes" under his command who were now silent and trembling with fear, the alliance leader Yuan Shao sighed repeatedly in anger, pounding his chest and stamping his feet: "It's a pity that my generals Yan Liang and Wen Chou are not here! If either of them were here, what would we fear from a mere Hua Xiong!"

Just then, a calm voice rang out from the crowd below the platform. The voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

"This humble general is willing to go, cut off Hua Xiong's head, and present it to you!"

Everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the speaker was nine feet tall, with a face like a red date, phoenix eyes, and silkworm eyebrows. He was a dignified and imposing figure. It was Guan Yu, who was following behind Liu Bei.

Upon seeing this, Yuan Shu immediately flew into a rage, pointing at Guan Yu and shouting, "Who are you? What is your current position?"

Liu Bei stepped forward and respectfully replied, "This is my sworn brother, Guan Yu, who is currently a horse archer."

"Insolence!" Yuan Shu slammed his fist on the table, spitting as he stood up. "How dare you, a mere archer, spout such nonsense! Do you think none of the eighteen warlords have any great generals under their command? Beat him out of here!"

"Please calm down, highway."

A steady voice rang out, and Cao Cao stepped forward. He walked up to Guan Yu, looked him up and down, and then turned to Yuan Shao and the other lords, saying, "Alliance Leader, gentlemen. The enemy general is right before us, and our army's morale is low. This brave warrior dares to fight, so he must be strong. Why not let him try? If he wins, it will greatly boost our army's morale; if he loses, we can punish him then."

While Yuan Shao was still hesitating, Cao Cao had already poured a cup of hot wine, held it with both hands, and handed it to Guan Yu.

"General, please drink this cup to boost your spirits for your journey."

Guan Yu didn't even glance at the wine cup, but said in a deep voice, "Pour the wine down, I'll be right back."

Before he finished speaking, he had already turned around, drawn his sword, mounted his horse, and galloped out of the camp like a streak of blue lightning amidst a sea of ​​disdainful or skeptical gazes.

Xun Hao watched the blue figure disappear into the distance, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up in a smile.

He nudged Guo Jia lightly with his elbow, lowering his voice, his tone barely concealing his excitement, "The real show is about to begin! The wine is still warm when Hua Xiong is slain!"

Cao Cao began to regard Guan Yu differently because of this incident, but he could never obtain him.

"Yanruo thinks highly of him?" Guo Jia's sour remark made Xun Hao pause for a moment.

He turned his head and looked at Guo Jia's handsome face, which was full of "I'm not happy". Instead of explaining, he laughed.

"Not bad." Xun Hao's eyes sparkled, like they were filled with stars. "I really think highly of him."

He pointed to the departing figure in blue in the distance, his voice filled with undisguised admiration, "Fengxiao, watch closely. From this day forward, the name of Yun Chang will resound throughout the world."

This is an almost declarative certainty.

Guo Jia felt as if a feather was scratching at his heart, making him feel both itchy and suffocated.

He admitted that the burly, red-faced man did have a certain imposing presence.

But Yanruo's undisguised praise still made him very unhappy.

He gave a soft hum, turned his head away, and remained silent.

"Brother Fengxiao, your name will also be recorded in history." Xun Hao said solemnly, and Guo Jia's bitter resentment was instantly soothed.

He snorted, put his arm around Xun Hao's shoulder, and pulled him closer to him, but his words were still sarcastic: "All you do is flatter people."

"I don't lie to others." Xun Hao leaned against him obediently, his gaze still fixed on the distance.

No sooner had he finished speaking than war drums suddenly sounded and battle cries rose into the sky from the direction of the distant battlefield, only to come to an abrupt halt in a very short time.

The feudal lords hadn't even realized what was happening.

The next moment, the rapid sound of horses' hooves came again from afar.

All the crowd saw was the figure in blue returning to the front of the stage. He dismounted, carrying a blood-stained head with glaring eyes, and casually tossed it onto the ground in the center of the tent.

With a muffled thud, the head rolled a few times on the ground and came to a stop. It was none other than the arrogant Hua Xiong!

Guan Yu strode back to his position, and amidst the stunned gazes of everyone, picked up the cup of wine that Cao Cao had poured for him on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine was still warm. "Excellent!" Cao Cao was the first to react. He slapped his thigh and burst into laughter. "General Guan is truly a divine being! Men, reward him!"

His laughter broke the deathly silence. Yuan Shao, as the leader of the alliance, forced a stiff smile and said a few polite words like "General Yun Chang is incredibly brave" in Guan Yu's direction.

"A mere horse archer, his victory was nothing but a fluke, what's there to be happy about!" Yuan Shu sneered sarcastically, trying to salvage his laughable face.

Zhang Fei, with his fiery temper, was about to explode on the spot. His leopard-like eyes glared, and he clenched his fists, ready to step forward to argue. But Liu Bei held him down firmly.

Liu Bei stood up, bowed deeply to Yuan Shu and Yuan Shao, said nothing, and silently led Guan Yu and Zhang Fei back to his inconspicuous seat.

Guan Yu's victory in the battle greatly boosted the morale of the allied forces. However, this boost failed to translate into a united front against a common enemy.