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

"What did you say?"

The last trace of a smile on Lü Bu's face vanished.

A chilling, bone-piercing killing intent erupted from him, sweeping through the entire banquet hall like a tangible cold current.

Everyone present felt as if they were being stared at by a prehistoric beast, the hairs on the back of their heads standing on end. The maids who were nearby were even more frightened, their faces turning deathly pale, and they dropped their wine jugs with a clatter to the ground.

The smile on Zhang Miao's face froze. The wine glass in his hand trembled slightly.

Cao Chun, Zhang Liao, Gao Shun, and the others all stood up with a "whoosh," their hands already on the weapons at their waists.

The atmosphere in the hall was tense, ready to explode at any moment!

"How dare you be so disrespectful, you brat!" Lu Bu's voice, as if squeezed out from between his teeth, was filled with rage.

Red Hare was his pride, and also his Achilles' heel.

This brat, who appeared out of nowhere, dared to order him to "bring out Red Hare for a look" in such a tone, as if he were ordering a servant around?

What a humiliation!

However, Zhang Ziqian seemed completely oblivious to Lu Bu's almost murderous gaze and terrifying killing intent.

He even picked up his chopsticks, grabbed another piece of meat, stuffed it into his mouth, and said nonchalantly while chewing, "Don't misunderstand, I didn't mean anything by it."

Upon hearing this, everyone breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking he was going to apologize.

To everyone's surprise, Zhang Ziqian's next sentence was even more shocking than the previous one.

"I've heard your horses are incredibly fast, and I'd like to see them for myself. If they're really as good as the legends say..." He paused, looked up, grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, "then I'll take them."

"boom!"

If the previous sentence was merely lighting a fuse, then this sentence has directly ignited the entire powder keg.

The hall was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned by Zhang Ziqian's earth-shattering words.

crazy!

This guy is absolutely insane!

This wasn't just provocation; it was pointing a finger at Lü Bu, telling him, "I've taken a liking to your wife, so get ready to give her to me!"

For a peerless warrior who valued his horse as much as his life, this was worse than being killed!

"You...you're...asking for death!"

Lu Bu's chest heaved violently, his eyes turning bloodshot. He slammed his hand on the table, and the banquet table, made of fine nanmu wood, shattered under his blow, splinters flying everywhere!

He suddenly stood up, his sword already half an inch out of its sheath, the blade gleaming coldly, exuding a chilling killing intent.

"Fengxian, calm down! Calm down!" Zhang Miao was terrified and rushed down from his seat, standing between the two men, stammering, "Let's talk this out! Let's talk this out! It's all a misunderstanding, a complete misunderstanding!"

"Misunderstanding?" Lü Bu shoved him aside, staring intently at Zhang Ziqian. "Today, I'm going to tear this mouth apart with my own hands!"

"Ziqian! You must not be disrespectful to General Fengxian!" Cao Cao also stood up and shouted in a deep voice.

Although he was verbally reprimanding, he stood still, his eyes secretly gleaming with a mischievous glint.

This is exactly the effect he wanted.

Only the most direct collision can reveal the true strength of both sides.

Zhang Ziqian looked at the furious guy opposite him and finally put down his chopsticks.

He slowly wiped the oil off his mouth with a napkin, and then stood up.

His tall stature was half a head taller than Lü Bu's. As he stood up, an equally powerful, but more restrained and profound aura slowly rose from him.

If Lü Bu's aura is like a drawn sword, its sharpness fully revealed, then Zhang Ziqian's aura is like a bottomless ocean, its calm surface concealing a terrifying power capable of devouring everything.

"What's all the noise about? You just want to fight, don't you?" Zhang Ziqian pouted and reached out to grab the halberd standing to the side.

He lifted the divine weapon, which weighed over two hundred pounds, with ease and casually paused it on the ground.

"Thump!"

With a muffled thud, the hard bluestone floor tiles cracked like a spiderweb, centered on the halberd's tail.

This move caused Lu Bu, who had been so aggressive, to suddenly shrink his pupils.

His own halberd weighed 120 jin (approximately 60 kg), already a rare find in the world. But judging by its imposing presence, the opponent's halberd was likely much heavier than his own!

How strong must this person be to wield such a heavy weapon with such ease?

Lu Bu's fury subsided slightly, replaced by a strong fighting spirit and a solemn expression.

He realized that the young man in front of him might actually be a worthy opponent.

"Alright, you want to fight, huh?" Zhang Ziqian shouldered his halberd, pointed at Lü Bu with the tip of the blade, and smiled excitedly.

"Let's stop talking nonsense and go outside for a practice session. I won, so your horse is mine."

"If you can beat me..."

Zhang Ziqian thought for a moment, then pointed to the plate of roast chicken in front of him, which was still mostly empty, and said very generously:

"...I'll share half of this roast chicken with you!"

"puff--"

Hearing this, Cao Chun couldn't help but almost spit out the wine he had just drunk.

Using half a roast chicken to gamble on the world's number one Red Hare horse?

This bet is just too... too outrageous!

Lu Bu's face instantly turned a deep liver color.

He felt that his intelligence and dignity were being trampled on and rubbed repeatedly.

He was so angry that he laughed, letting out a cold and bloodthirsty laugh.

"Good...good! What an arrogant brat!"

"I, Lü Bu, have roamed the world unchallenged, and I have never seen such a reckless and ignorant creature as you!"

"Today, I'll see just what incredible abilities you possess that dare to utter such arrogant words as demanding my Red Hare!"

He turned abruptly and strode out of the hall.

"Guards! Bring me my halberd!"

"This man and I are sworn enemies, to the death!"

What should have been a political game over drinks turned into an irreversible life-or-death struggle because of Zhang Ziqian's words and half a roast chicken.

Cao Cao watched all this, picked up his wine cup, and drank it all in one gulp.

A meaningful smile, unreadable to anyone, appeared at the corner of his mouth.