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

The entire tent was deathly silent.

Everyone was stunned.

They considered countless reasons why Zhang Ziqian might be angry—perhaps because he was insulted, or perhaps because he was provoked.

But no one expected that the reason he got angry was... a plate of pastries?

Zhang Fei was also stunned. He stopped struggling, turned his head to look at Zhang Ziqian, and looked incredulous.

"What did you say? Just for a plate of lousy pastries?"

In his view, this was utterly ridiculous.

"That's not a cheap pastry." Zhang Ziqian's voice was calm, but so calm it sent chills down one's spine. "That's osmanthus cake. It was originally mine."

After saying that, he stopped looking at Zhang Fei, bent down, and picked up the Yuwang Spear standing beside him.

When he lifted that heavy, menacing weapon with one hand, a fierce and violent aura instantly filled the entire space.

The temperature inside the tent seemed to have dropped several degrees.

Guan Yu's slightly narrowed phoenix eyes suddenly snapped open. He stared intently at Zhang Ziqian, his expression more solemn than ever before.

He sensed an extremely dangerous aura emanating from this man.

Liu Bei also sensed something was wrong. His face turned pale, and he desperately tried to signal to Zhang Fei with his eyes, urging him to apologize immediately.

But who is Zhang Fei?

He has never known how to write the word "fear" in his entire life.

In his view, Zhang Ziqian's attitude was an even greater provocation.

"Fine! Fine! Fine!" Zhang Fei laughed in fury. He broke free from Liu Bei's grasp, grabbed his eighteen-foot spear, and said, "I'd like to see if your precious little devil is harder than my spear!"

"Third brother!" Liu Bei shouted anxiously.

But it was too late.

"Get back!" Yuan Shao shouted. He and the other warlords also felt the terrifying aura of an impending storm and retreated, making way for the two of them.

Cao Cao remained seated, not moving. He picked up his wine cup, took a sip, and his eyes gleamed with excitement.

He knew that the tiger under his command was finally about to bare its fangs.

In the arena, Zhang Fei and Zhang Ziqian stood facing each other.

A leopard-headed figure with piercing eyes, exuding a fiery aura, wielding a spear that flicked like a venomous snake's tongue.

One of them had a cold expression and an icy aura, holding a giant spear that seemed to weigh down the earth like a mountain.

"Take this!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Fei launched the first attack!

With a roar, he stomped his feet, causing the ground to tremble. He pounced on Zhang Ziqian like a tiger unleashed from its cage.

The eighteen-foot spear in his hand transformed into a streak of black light, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound that tore through the air, and pierced straight at Zhang Ziqian's face!

This spear strike was swift, accurate, and ruthless!

It was a strike that gathered all of Zhang Fei's energy and spirit, a full-force attack!

All the generals present paled. They asked themselves, faced with this spear, that they had no other choice but to temporarily avoid its sharp edge.

However, Zhang Ziqian did not dodge.

He didn't even take a single step back.

He stood there quietly, watching the deadly dark light rapidly magnify in his pupils.

Until the spear tip was less than a foot from his brow.

He just moved.

He didn't use the Yuwang Spear to block, nor did he use any ingenious techniques to deflect the force.

He simply thrust the Yu King Spear in his hand forward from bottom to top.

Or rather, a stab.

This action is as simple as casually poking a hole in a window.

However, when the grotesque, beast-like iron spike at the top of the Yu-Wang-Shuo (a type of spear) collided with the tip of the Zhangba Shema (another type of spear)—

"clang--!!!"

An unprecedented clang of metal, like a thunderclap from the heavens, resounded in everyone's ears!

The shockwave caused everyone's eardrums to ache and made them dizzy!

A visible shockwave suddenly spread outwards from the point where the two weapons clashed!

The wind blew so badly that the surrounding tables, flags, and even people tilted and swayed!

Then, to everyone's utter astonishment...

Zhang Fei, the invincible Zhang Fei of Yan, his ferocious smile instantly froze, turning into extreme pain and contortion.

The eighteen-foot spear in his hand, that divine weapon forged from a hundred times refined steel, broke apart inch by inch, starting from the tip!

No, it's not a break.

It's pulverized!

It was as if it had been crushed by an invisible force, turning into countless iron filings!

That unparalleled, terrifying power, after shattering the eighteen-foot spear, did not weaken in the slightest. It followed the spear shaft and slammed heavily into Zhang Fei's chest!

"puff--!"

Zhang Fei felt as if he had been hit head-on by a flying mountain. His chest armor caved in instantly, and he flew backward like a kite with a broken string.

A mouthful of blood sprayed out in a tragic arc through the air.

He flew more than ten meters away, crashing into the table in the central command tent, and finally fell heavily to the ground with a thud.

After struggling for a moment, he fainted.

The entire venue was deathly silent.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

All the feudal lords and generals remained frozen in astonishment, like clay or wooden sculptures.

The wine cup in Yuan Shao's hand fell to the ground with a "crack" and shattered into pieces.

Yuan Shu's cold smile was as stiff as a mask.

Gongsun Zan suddenly stood up from his seat, his face full of disbelief.

In the corner, Liu Bei's mind went blank as he stared blankly at his third brother lying in a pool of blood.

Guan Yu's phoenix eyes were wide open, staring intently at the man in the arena who was slowly sheathing his weapon. His hand, stroking his long beard, trembled slightly uncontrollably.

one move.

Just one move.

His third brother, whom he considered to have reached the pinnacle of martial arts and possessed unparalleled bravery, was defeated just like that?

Moreover, the defeat was so decisive, so thorough, so... utterly vulnerable.

In the field.

Zhang Ziqian retrieved the Yuwang Spear and slammed it onto the ground again.

The sound of "thump" seemed to strike everyone's heart.

He didn't even glance at Zhang Fei, who had fainted in the distance. He simply looked down at the ruined plate of osmanthus cake on the ground and sighed softly.

"Ugh."

"I told you, fighting will make you hungry."

He turned around and, in the dead silence, walked back to his seat as if no one else was there, picked up a plate again, and began looking for the next dish of food.

It was as if he wasn't the one who had just severely injured a powerful general.