Yang Zaixing happily rode his mount onto the field, not forgetting to say to Dian Wei, "Dian Wei, watch me dismount the enemy general!"
"Give it a rest, don't get yourself killed first," Dian Wei replied.
Yang Zaixing rode towards the enemy and declared, "You dare provoke me!"
"Kid, I advise you to surrender, or I'll take your head and use it as a ball to kick!" the enemy general said with utmost confidence.
"Since you wish to die like this, I, Yang Zaixing, will see what you're capable of!" Yang Zaixing spurred his mount, charging at the enemy.
"Haha, you court death! I'll send you on your way first. And your mount is quite good, I'll take it off your hands." The enemy general, upon seeing Yang Zaixing's mount, was greatly pleased. That steed was far superior to their warhorses.
"Hmph, you want my mount? Then let's see if you have the strength to take it!"
Yang Zaixing raised his spear and charged at the enemy. Yang Zaixing was a formidable general of his era, never lacking in valor. He thrust his spear forward, attacking the enemy fiercely.
"Clang!"
The opponent channeled their weapon, blocking in front of them. They felt the power emanating from Yang Zaixing and were slightly surprised, but this force was far from enough to kill him.
"Again!" Yang Zaixing raised his weapon and attacked the enemy once more. Though his cultivation realm was low, he remained courageous.
Yang Zaixing's spear techniques were overbearing, complementing his innate bravery. With each attack, the force increased by a fraction. Furthermore, Yang Zaixing was a warrior who grew stronger as the battle wore on.
Once engaged in prolonged combat or sustaining injuries, his passive skill, "Valiance," would trigger, unleashing critical hits and recovery, making him a tenacious survivor.
After dozens of exchanges with Yang Zaixing, the enemy general felt that Yang Zaixing was consistently at his peak, showing no signs of fatigue or breathlessness, as if he had not expended any energy.
In contrast, the enemy general himself had to expend a significant amount of spiritual energy to neutralize the powerful force with each clash. The opponent's strength was indeed formidable, but their cultivation realm was clearly lower. Had their realm been any higher, the enemy general would likely not have been a match.
Neither side wanted to lose this first battle, and both were throwing everything they had at their opponent.
Zhang Liang, seeing Yang Zaixing locked in a prolonged battle with the enemy, with their strength appearing comparable, felt reassured.
However, Bai Qi observed the situation with keen insight and declared, "Our army will surely win this battle!"
"That would be even better. I believe a few consecutive victories will greatly demoralize the enemy," Zhang Liang said, watching the ongoing fight, never missing an opportunity to act.
But with both sides facing each other directly, any strategic moves had to be timed precisely. Yesterday's surprise attack had led to their great victory.
If the enemy's army of two hundred thousand had engaged them in direct combat yesterday, their casualties would likely have been much higher.
One should not underestimate the enemy's strength. Their soldiers had experienced numerous battles and had a longer period of cultivation, so their strength was not significantly inferior.
Their own army had a shorter cultivation period. Given a year of cultivation, they would undoubtedly be able to sweep aside any army on the Lord's Continent.
Hundreds of exchanges quickly passed. The enemy general began to feel his stamina and spiritual energy rapidly depleting. Yet, looking at Yang Zaixing, he found the latter merely breathing slightly heavily.
This greatly astonished the enemy general. The opponent's consumption was too low! They were both fighting with all their might. How could the opponent, with a lower cultivation realm, have such low energy expenditure?
Yang Zaixing naturally sensed this. He pressed his relentless assault, employing various martial skills, and had completely suppressed the enemy general.
Then, with an overbearing spear thrust, Yang Zaixing sent the enemy general flying off his horse. He attacked again, but the enemy general desperately tried to flee. Yang Zaixing gave him no chance to escape, thrusting his spear and sending the enemy general soaring into the air!
Witnessing this, the soldiers on Zhou Yan's side erupted in cheers: "Good! Good! Good!"
Conversely, the enemy soldiers were filled with reluctance and resentment. They had initially suppressed the opponent, only to be defeated in the end.
"This time, send my man. Yours are not capable enough," one commander stated.
"Then let us witness the exceptional abilities of your subordinate."
"We hope he won't disappoint us."
"Rest assured, my subordinate is very strong, possessing innate divine strength. He will surely defeat the opponent and win this round for our army!" the commander who had spoken earlier confidently asserted.
From the enemy ranks, a fearsome general emerged, wielding a blunt weapon and riding a monstrous beast, clearly a being of immense power.
Upon seeing this individual, Chen Qingzhi remarked to Dian Wei, "Your opponent this time will not be easy to deal with."
"What fear have I, Dian Wei, even if I die in battle!" Dian Wei patted his mount and rode towards the enemy general.
Yang Zaixing called out to Dian Wei, "I've already won one match. Don't shame me."
"Bah! You just got lucky. Watch how old Dian chops off that fellow's head!" Dian Wei retorted.
"Then I shall await your victory," Yang Zaixing replied, returning to his own lines.
The enemy was arrogant, and his mount was no ordinary beast. He strode towards Dian Wei, casting a disdainful glance. "I, Carl, shall take your head."
"My head is too hard, you probably can't take it. Why don't you twist your own head off instead?" Dian Wei looked at the opponent. He too was of considerable size and exceptionally strong.
"You court death!" Carl roared, and his mount leaped forward, charging at Dian Wei.
"I've been waiting for you to make a move. Come on, let Grandpa Dian teach you how to behave!" Dian Wei, wielding a massive axe, brought it down upon the enemy without hesitation.
"Clang!"
Their weapons collided, emitting a metallic ring. Both were men of immense strength, but Dian Wei was a top-tier hero, while the opponent was merely an SSS-grade hero.
It was only due to his higher cultivation realm that he held a slight advantage over Dian Wei.
"Again!"
Dian Wei roared, unleashing his divine strength. Gripping his axe, he launched a series of fierce attacks upon the enemy, who countered with a great hammer, engaging Dian Wei in a fierce battle.
With each clash of their weapons, a powerful sonic wave erupted, astonishing many soldiers who never expected such a formidable general in the enemy army.
While their overall combat strength was slightly inferior, as long as they could hold their ground, victory would ultimately belong to Zhou Yan's side.
Dian Wei was a fierce general, the kind who would respond to greater force with even greater force. The more ruthless the enemy, the more tenacious he became, refusing to retreat an inch.
This was Dian Wei's nature. Such a person could only be a fierce general, not a commander of armies.