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

"Aaaaaahh ...

Unable to break through after a prolonged siege, and instead forced to retreat by the opponent's sheer force of brute strength, the usually arrogant Lü Bu was plunged into unprecedented rage and anxiety.

He abruptly reined in his horse, creating some distance between himself and Zhang Ziqian, his bloodshot eyes fixed intently on the other man.

He knew that with conventional tactics, he had no chance of winning.

The opponent's strength and endurance were like a bottomless pit, completely beyond the scope of human capabilities.

To win, you can only rely on your most prized possession: your unparalleled halberd technique!

Fight!

"Boy! You've driven me to this point, you should be proud of yourself!" Lu Bu's voice was hoarse and crazed. "Now, I'll show you the true strength of Lu Fengxian!"

Before he finished speaking, his aura surged once again!

A fierce and resolute fighting spirit surged into the sky.

The halberd in his hand seemed to sense its master's will and emitted mournful cries.

"The Unrivaled Heaven Breaks!"

With a roar, Lü Bu and his warhorse seemed to merge into one, transforming into a streak of blood-red light, charging towards Zhang Ziqian once again at several times the speed of before!

This time, the halberd in his hand was no longer used for simple slashing.

Instead, it transformed into countless phantoms!

In an instant, hundreds and thousands of halberd shadows, like a storm, blocked all of Zhang Ziqian's escape routes from all directions!

Each halberd shadow contained deadly intent, targeting all of Zhang Ziqian's vital points!

This is the signature skill that made him famous, and it is the ultimate manifestation of his martial arts will!

Countless renowned warriors have met their demise on the battlefield thanks to this single move!

"Well done!"

Faced with this almost unavoidable deadly attack, Zhang Ziqian showed no fear whatsoever; instead, a smile of approval appeared on his face.

He finally felt a bit of pressure, a bit... enough to make him take it seriously.

He neither retreated nor blocked.

He simply took a deep breath, his arm muscles bulged like coiled dragons, and raised the halberd, weighing over two hundred pounds, high above his head.

He closed his eyes.

Li Cunxiao's instinctive memories of fighting surged wildly in his mind.

In the end, all the myriad moves were reduced to a single move.

The simplest, yet most domineering move.

—Sweep through the enemy ranks!

Just as the countless halberd shadows were about to reach him, Zhang Ziqian's eyes suddenly snapped open!

The halberd in his hand, carrying an aura of world destruction, drew a perfect, pitch-black arc!

"call--"

There was no earth-shattering roar, only a muffled, almost imperceptible sound that seemed to suck the air out of the room.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone.

The countless, magnificent yet deadly halberd shadows shattered like bubbles and vanished the moment they touched the dark arc.

Lu Bu's sure-fire killing blow was utterly fragile in the face of Zhang Ziqian's pure and ultimate power!

"Snap!"

A crisp metallic snapping sound rang out.

The halberd in Lü Bu's hand, with its shaft made of fine steel, was actually smashed in half!

The broken halberd flew from his numb hand, tumbling through the air before landing far away on the ground.

After Zhang Ziqian's halberd shattered the opponent's weapon, its momentum remained undiminished, continuing forward with its residual force.

Finally, the cold, crescent-shaped halberd blade came to a steady stop in front of Lü Bu's throat.

It was less than an inch away from his skin.

The chilling aura emanating from the halberd's blade made the hairs on Lü Bu's neck stand on end.

"..."

The whole world fell silent.

The wind stopped, and the dust settled.

At that moment, everyone's breath stopped.

What did they see?

The greatest warrior under heaven, the invincible Flying General Lü Bu…

Lost?

The defeat was so decisive and so complete.

Their weapons were destroyed, and their lives hung by a thread.

Lu Bu sat blankly on his horse, head down, looking at his empty hands, then at the halberd that exuded an aura of death that was stopped in front of his throat.

His mind was blank.

We lost...

I actually... lost...

Shame, anger, resentment, confusion... a flood of emotions overwhelmed him.

He, Lü Bu, had been invincible since his debut. How could he have ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?

Seeing his dejected appearance, Zhang Ziqian slowly sheathed his halberd.

"Hey, I won."

He shouldered his halberd, walked up to Lü Bu, tilted his head back, and said as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"As agreed, your horse is now mine."

"Where's the horse? Bring it out quickly so I can see it."

Lu Bu suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

He stared intently at Zhang Ziqian, his gaze as if he wanted to devour him alive.

Making him hand over Red Hare would be worse than killing him!

However, just as he was preparing to disregard everything and perish together with his opponent.

A discordant sound rang out.

"Gurgle gurgle—"

The sound wasn't loud, but it was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent courtyard.

It was Zhang Ziqian's stomach that was growling.

He paused for a moment, touched his stomach, and a look of annoyance appeared on his face.

"Oh dear, we were so busy fighting that we forgot to eat."

He turned his head, glanced at the banquet hall in the distance that was now a mess, and clicked his tongue in regret.

"The food must be cold by now."

He carried his halberd, turned around and walked towards the hall, waving to Lü Bu, who was still standing there in a daze.

"Um... let's not rush the horse thing."

"I'm hungry, I'm going back to eat first. We'll... talk later!"

After saying that, he walked into the hall without looking back, leaving behind a dumbfounded Lü Bu, a group of dazed spectators, and Cao Cao... watching his back with an extremely complicated expression.