Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 698 - 536: Dark Demonic Qi, A Battle with Ji Ling_2

Chapter 698: Chapter 536: Dark Demonic Qi, A Battle with Ji Ling_2

He chose the most prudent course of action, opting to keep silent and this time simply letting Zhang Xun and Ji Ling step up.

Even if that Wang Yang was a paper tiger, Liu Xun wouldn’t be afraid. At most his status would be lowered, which didn’t have any substantial impact, especially since Yuanshu was in need of people at the moment.

"Why hasn’t Li Feng come today?"

Noticing the empty seat of the Registrar Li Feng, Yuanshu frowned and said. After all, the position of the Registrar was very important. Now that the enemy was at their doorstep, it was unexpected for him to be absent.

If no one knew of Li Feng’s whereabouts, Yuanshu had already decided to strip him of his position to make him understand what the emperor’s authority meant.

"Reporting to the Lord, Li Feng has come down with a cold and couldn’t attend,"

one Civil Official voluntarily stepped forward to explain on behalf of Li Feng. In fact, he didn’t know where Li Feng was, but since Li Feng had a good private relationship with him, this favor would mean Li Feng owed him one.

"Oh? In that case, alright, let Fu Yi go to battle then!"

Hearing that Li Feng had caught a cold, Yuanshu was startled and then remembered that Li Feng seemed to have mentioned it today, but he hadn’t paid attention.

After pondering for a bit, he still decided to let Ji Ling face the battle.

"My Lord, rest assured that within ten bouts, I will surely bring back Wang Yang’s head,"

Ji Ling patted his chest and said, full of absolute confidence for such matters.

If it was about writing or literati skills, it would surely give Ji Ling a headache.

But if it was about breaking the enemy on the battlefield, wouldn’t that suit his wishes perfectly? Moreover, life in Shouchun was boring, so an opponent like Wang Yang was just right to relieve the monotony.

"Who goes there? The sword spares no nameless spectres!"

Wang Yang, seeing the city gates open and a tall Han eight feet in height emerging with a Square Sky Halberd, couldn’t help but shout, even though he knew who the comer was.

After all, having arrived in the era of the Three Kingdoms, how could he not seek the thrill of combat? If he went forward without asking for a name, it would lack a certain sentiment.

"The one coming is none other than the taker of your head, Ji Ling himself!"

Ji Ling wasn’t a greenhorn on the battlefield and naturally knew how to retort, keeping his gaze fixed on Wang Yang from afar.

Wang Yang, with his handsome features and slender build, did not look at all like a military general.

If someone had said Wang Yang was simply a Counselor, Ji Ling would have believed it, as Wang Yang had an extraordinary presence, so much so that even a brute like Ji Ling couldn’t help but admire.

"Whose kid is this? This is no child’s game. Quickly call for your General to come!"

Ji Ling immediately felt that this person was definitely not Wang Yang. According to intelligence, Wang Yang had military power and would think of engaging in combat when making a challenge.

How could a fair-faced, beardless young master, who didn’t seem to have much muscle on him, be a General fit for the battlefield? Ji Ling couldn’t help but doubt.

"I am Wang Yang,"

Wang Yang naturally understood that his appearance had been influenced by his Divine Thought and was slowly beginning to resemble his original form, making him naturally seem unfit for the battlefield.

"Oh? So Wang Yang fears me, and has sent a pretty boy to die in his place!"

Ji Ling still expressed his doubts, darkening Wang Yang’s face. Why was this man so obstinate? He had already said he was Wang Yang, yet he was so unrelentingly skeptical.

"Hmph! If you want to fight, then fight; spare me the prattle!"

Wang Yang snorted coldly. He had come to challenge and attack Shouchun, not to argue with Ji Ling.

"Since you’re bent on courting death, then I shall not stop you. Tell Yama down in the Underworld that the one who killed you is called Ji Ling."

As Wang Yang galloped towards him, Ji Ling spared no courtesy, spurring his horse on, charging towards Wang Yang with no less speed than his opponent.

As the leading General under Yuanshu, Ji Ling had no fear of anyone, and though his horse might not be a famous steed, it was certainly a rare fine horse.

Ji Ling was aware that Wang Yang was nothing more than a General of the Household of the Central Court, and with Cao Cao having so many talents under his command, famous horses wouldn’t be his to claim.

Unless Wang Yang used these 5,000 troops to break through Shouchun, he feared that Wang Yang would remain as before, with a treasured sword in hand that, although sharp, was certainly not a renowned weapon.

While Ji Ling’s Square Sky Halberd was not as fine as Wang Yang’s, it was mixed with Mystic Iron, weighed a full 65 jin, and was inherently long, giving Ji Ling the advantage in both weapons and horses.

One should know that in a cavalry battle, the most important thing was the mount and the weapon. If there was a disparity in horses and weapons between the two sides, even the fiercest general would stand little chance of winning.

Ji Ling watched as Wang Yang was about to engage with him in the first round of combat, but he had already secured victory in his heart and was considering from which direction to strike with his Square Sky Halberd to knock Wang Yang off his horse.

Wang Yang, too, was holding his breath and concentrating, knowing that his strength far surpassed that of ordinary generals, but he had yet to prove it.

Moreover, this was his first battle in the Three Kingdoms, and he saw that Ji Ling seemed somewhat distracted.

Wang Yang frowned, already adjusting the angle of his longsword.

Clang! Clang!

Ji Ling’s Square Sky Halberd and Wang Yang’s longsword struck each other simultaneously.

Ji Ling didn’t hold back in his attack, not caring that Wang Yang had the appearance of a young scholar, and he put all his might into his strike, feeling that he was in top condition.

With such a strike, he might not kill a fierce general outright, but at the very least, ordinary generals would not last a few rounds under his halberd.

But the reality was quite the opposite of what Ji Ling had imagined; the longsword firmly trapped the Square Sky Halberd above it, and then Wang Yang twisted the sword towards Ji Ling’s head.

Ji Ling was no pushover; tightening his legs around his horse, he swung the Square Sky Halberd widely, blocking the longsword that was heading towards him. Wang Yang, of course, understood that Ji Ling’s strike had sealed off his own thrusting route.

Thereupon, Wang Yang pulled back his sword, squeezed his horse’s sides, and the two passed by each other, the intricacies of their moves clear only to themselves, as Yuanshu watched with interest from the city walls.

"It seems our enemy is troublesome, Fu Yi hasn’t taken down his opponent in the first round."

There was a hint of regret in Yuanshu’s voice, while Zhang Xun by his side seemed to have a clearer understanding of the situation.

"Since Wang Yang dared to issue a challenge, he naturally must have something to rely on, surely some special skill. It’s quite normal that General Ji Ling hasn’t taken him down in a short time."

"But seeing that Wang Yang is using a longsword, if General Ji Ling maintains his distance, in less than ten rounds, Wang Yang is bound to be cut down from his horse."

Zhang Xun, using his own experience to judge, spoke from the side. Although his experience wasn’t very extensive, it was certainly more than enough compared to the clueless Yuanshu.

Yuanshu nodded, having complete faith in Ji Ling. He knew that Lu Bu, too, had wielded a Square Sky Halberd before, and, in his opinion, Ji Ling wasn’t far behind.

This fellow looks refined, but he possesses such great strength!

Ji Ling, who faced Wang Yang, didn’t see it this way; after their initial exchange, he instantly recognized Wang Yang’s strength, feeling a painful vibration in the base of his thumb.

Ji Ling couldn’t help but tighten his grip on his Square Sky Halberd, becoming more wary in his heart; Wang Yang was definitely not as simple as he appeared to be.

Fortunately, he had the advantage with both his horse and weapon. Yet, after the clash with Wang Yang, he failed to inspect his Square Sky Halberd properly.

On Ji Ling’s Square Sky Halberd, there was already a deep sword mark. If a skilled swordsman saw this, they would likely kneel and beg to become a disciple.

Wang Yang’s was an ordinary longsword, but Ji Ling’s Square Sky Halberd contained Mystic Iron. For Wang Yang to leave a mark on it, it wasn’t just about tremendous strength.

It was more about the sword technique required, otherwise, Wang Yang’s longsword might have snapped on the spot.

It was evident just how formidable Wang Yang’s prowess was.

Ji Ling found it strange; he had thought his opponent was just a stand-in, but now it appeared that his opponent may indeed be Wang Yang himself, and one with exceptional skills to boot.