Three Kingdoms: Zhang Fei was sent flying by a single spear thrust, leaving Liu Bei stunned.

When the words "one thousand points" echoed in Zhang Ziqian's mind, he instantly felt a sense of kinship with Hua Xiong, a person he had never met before.

This isn't an enemy at all; it's clearly a mobile points gift pack, a walking happiness water production machine!

His attitude immediately made a complete 180-degree turn.

"Boss!" Zhang Ziqian said to Cao Cao with a serious expression, "This treacherous general is so arrogant, insulting our allied forces! This is intolerable! As a member of the allied forces, I, Zhang Ziqian, have an inescapable duty to act!"

His words were so righteous and awe-inspiring that they stunned Cao Hong, who was standing next to him.

When did this guy become so enlightened?

Cao Cao was taken aback, then overjoyed. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

"Excellent! Ziqian's willingness is truly a blessing for our army!"

"However..." Cao Cao glanced outside the tent, "Yun Chang has already left, Ziqian need not..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhang Ziqian interrupted him.

"Oh, boss, you're mistaken!" Zhang Ziqian said with a pained expression. "Hua Xiong is so fierce. What if something happens to Brother Yun Chang? Wouldn't that be a huge loss for our allied forces? I'll go take a look and keep an eye on things for him. Is that alright?"

As he spoke, he picked up the Yuwang Spear that was standing to the side.

"I can't bear to see heroes suffer. I'll be right back!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for Cao Cao's reply, and carrying the huge weapon, he strode out of the tent.

His impatient manner made anyone who didn't know better think he had some kind of irreconcilable feud with Hua Xiong.

Cao Cao watched his retreating figure, stroked his beard, and smiled without saying a word.

Xi Zhicai, who was beside him, whispered, "My lord, Zhang Ziqian... his actions are truly unpredictable."

"Hahaha," Cao Cao was in high spirits. "A tiger should have the nature of a tiger. Let him be. I want to see who, between him and the Guan Yu I have my eye on, can bring me a greater surprise."

Inside the tent, Yuan Shao and the others hadn't yet recovered from the heroic spirit of Guan Yu's charge into battle when they saw that Cao Cao's even more terrifying underling had also gone out. They looked at each other in bewilderment, wondering what Cao Cao was up to.

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As Zhang Ziqian walked out of the camp, he could hear the neighing of warhorses and the clanging of weapons coming from afar.

He quickened his pace.

We can't let Guan Yu steal those thousand points!

When he arrived at the front lines, he saw Guan Yu and Hua Xiong fighting together.

It must be said that Guan Yu was indeed fierce.

The Green Dragon Crescent Blade wielded in his hands with impenetrable speed, its blade flashing and its power immense. Each strike carried the force of a thousand pounds.

Hua Xiong was no ordinary man either. He wielded his broadsword with wide, sweeping movements, managing to fight Guan Yu to a standstill, without falling behind.

The two men moved swiftly on horseback, exchanging blows with swords and spears, fighting for more than a dozen rounds. The soldiers on both sides were dazzled by the spectacle and cheered continuously.

Zhang Ziqian watched for a while, then grew a little impatient.

"Too slow," he muttered.

In his view, this kind of rigid, methodical fighting style is simply a waste of time.

With that kind of effort, why not just smash it with a spear and be done with it?

He doesn't have time to watch their performance here.

He carried the Yu King Spear and swaggered out of Cao Cao's army ranks, heading towards the center of the battlefield.

His appearance immediately attracted everyone's attention.

"Who is that person?"

"It's that...that monster under General Cao's command!"

"What's he going to do? Is he going to fight two against one?"

On the Xiliang army's side, Hua Xiong also noticed the man carrying a strange weapon approaching. He feinted with his sword, forcing Guan Yu back, then reined in his horse and shouted, "Who goes there? Guan Yu and I will fight fairly! Do you cowards dare to bully us with numbers?"

Guan Yu also stopped, his sword drawn, and looked at Zhang Ziqian approaching, his phoenix eyes filled with vigilance and displeasure.

"Who are you? This is a duel between me and Hua Xiong; please do not interfere!"

Guan Yu was proud and arrogant; he was confident he could kill Hua Xiong and didn't need anyone's help. In his eyes, Zhang Ziqian's behavior was an insult to him.

Zhang Ziqian completely ignored the two of them.

He walked between the two men and planted the 180-pound Yuwang Spear into the ground.

"Thump!"

The ground shook.

He first waved his hand at Guan Yu, as if shooing away flies.

"You can go back now. This is none of your business."

Then, he turned to look at Hua Xiong.

"You are Hua Xiong?"

Hua Xiong was amused by his arrogant attitude.

"It is indeed your grandfather, Hua Xiong! And who are you, some nobody? State your name, for I do not slay nameless ghosts!"

"Me?" Zhang Ziqian scratched his head. "My name is Zhang Ziqian, just a passerby doing odd jobs."

"A good-for-nothing?" Hua Xiong was taken aback, then flew into a rage. "Bullshit! You're asking for death!"

He spurred his horse on, raising his broadsword high and bringing it down with the force of a thunderbolt towards Zhang Ziqian's head!

Upon seeing this, Guan Yu's expression changed, and he was about to speak up to remind him.

But Zhang Ziqian neither dodged nor avoided, but simply extended one hand.

It's that hand again!

Guan Yu's pupils contracted sharply. He remembered that a few days ago, Zhang Ziqian had used this very hand to catch Zhang Fei's eighteen-foot spear.

Could it be that he wants to...?

To everyone's disbelief, Zhang Ziqian's left hand moved with lightning speed, catching Hua Xiong's descending blade!

"clang!"

A harsh metallic scraping sound rang out.

Hua Xiong's powerful slash, capable of splitting stone tablets, abruptly stopped in mid-air, no more than three inches above Zhang Ziqian's head.

Hua Xiong felt as if his knife was being clamped by iron clamps, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not cut down any further.

"You're too weak."

Zhang Ziqian shook his head, a hint of disappointment on his face.

He twisted his left hand, which was gripping the blade, suddenly!

"Snap!"

The large sword, forged from high-quality steel, snapped in two with a single blow!

Hua Xiong held the broken half of the sword, dumbfounded.

"Now, it's my turn."

As Zhang Ziqian spoke, he grasped the Yuwang Spear stuck in the ground with his right hand.

He slowly raised the Yu King Spear.

An indescribable, wildly powerful aura erupted from him.

Guan Yu's Red Hare, this incomparably magnificent steed, let out a mournful neigh and retreated uneasily.

Hua Xiong's warhorse was so frightened that its limbs went weak, it foamed at the mouth, and it almost knelt down.

"A hundred steps after a meal, and you'll live to ninety-nine."

Zhang Ziqian muttered to himself.

"For the sake of my health, you should... just die!"

Before he finished speaking, the Yuwang Spear in his hand transformed into a black shadow that was almost invisible to the naked eye, sweeping out towards Hua Xiong!