Journey to the West: Starting from Changing Sun Wukong’s fate
Chapter 702 - 538: Demonic Zhang Xun, Strikes with Force_2

Chapter 702: Chapter 538: Demonic Zhang Xun, Strikes with Force_2

At the first opportunity, Wang Yang didn’t think twice; he spurred his pair of horses toward Zhang Xun, aiming to deliver a fatal blow. No matter how terrifying the aura, he was just a mortal after all.

Compared to the various Mythical Beasts from the Primordial Continent, Zhang Xun’s aura was hardly worth mentioning. Wang Yang’s longsword pointed directly at him, his target was clear without saying a word.

The two horses had reached their maximum speed, and Wang Yang had gathered all his strength for this strike. He was confident that even if he were facing walls of iron and bronze, his sword could pierce through.

As Wang Yang charged forward, Zhang Xun slightly bent over, his long spear leveled in front of him.

"Today will be your end!"

Wang Yang was now within striking distance of Zhang Xun, his longsword almost piercing him.

But in Zhang Xun’s eyes, it was far from it; both Wang Yang’s horse and sword seemed to slow down, and a hint of mockery played around the edges of his mouth.

With a slight tilt of his head, Zhang Xun dodged the thrust of Wang Yang’s longsword. Wang Yang stared in astonishment; given the speed of the horses, an average person couldn’t possibly react in time.

Even if one could react, it would be impossible to dodge that way. Wang Yang slashed downward with a backhand strike, his longsword sharpened on both edges.

Although slashing might be less effective than chopping with a blade, if the sword landed on a head, it would split it just as easily as chopping vegetables.

Zhang Xun, however, dodged like a prophet, sidestepping to avoid Wang Yang’s attack.

With a sidestep, Zhang Xun swept his long spear horizontally. The long spear, too, was a type of heavy weapon, and among the various martial manuals, there was a "Sweep Thousands of Troops" technique.

This technique, while simple, could be infinitely powerful when applied in battle, and could even decide the outcome of a fight with a single move.

Wang Yang was surprised at Zhang Xun’s reflexes, but he didn’t dwell on it. After all, Zhang Xun was a military general, even though he wasn’t renowned in the source material.

It was normal for someone like him to exist in the era of the Three Kingdoms, a time of hidden dragons and crouching tigers. After all, Wang Yang wasn’t using his full strength.

Even in the recent fight with Ji Ling, he had used less than fifty percent of his capability.

Despite not using his full strength against Zhang Xun, Wang Yang didn’t expect him to dodge so easily.

Before Wang Yang could think further, Zhang Xun counterattacked with a horizontal sweep.

"Sweep Thousands of Troops" required a great deal of wrist strength; a moment of carelessness could lead to a broken arm.

Even among large armies, only the most ferocious warriors dared to take such a risk.

Zhang Xun’s move clearly aimed to snap the legs of the horses.

But a spear was still a spear, and perhaps a broadsword could have done it,

the spear could, at most, break the leg of one horse. By the time it reached the second horse, its force would have been spent.

Wang Yang didn’t try to control his horses to avoid the strike; instead, he continued charging forward.

Zhang Xun’s spear struck as Wang Yang had anticipated, hitting the left side leg of the chestnut horse, right on the joint. Wang Yang felt a jolt; his body tilted, but he quickly adjusted himself.

He then leaned toward the other horse, but what Wang Yang did not expect

was the sound of breaking bones from the second horse. Caught in shock, Wang Xun was unable to withdraw his spear in time. With his left fist clenched, he threw a straight punch, hitting Wang Yang squarely in the chest, sending him flying backward.

The Qingzhou troops had readied themselves to charge. In their eyes, Ji Ling was the most powerful general in Shouchun City. With Ji Ling dead, there were no more worthy generals to fight within the city walls.

Moreover, Wang Yang had just severed the Square Sky Halberd with two strikes. Every ruler was generous with the weapons supplied to their men, always striving to find renowned weapons for their subordinates.

That Square Sky Halberd could not have been flawed, and the sixty-five catties weapon wielded by Ji Ling was certainly not made of ordinary iron.

Ordinary iron couldn’t possibly weigh so much. At least, this was what the Qingzhou soldiers believed, who could naturally distinguish the truth and rumors about Ji Ling.

Although in the Three Kingdoms, most military generals gained their reputation through exaggeration, it was inevitable that some rose to prominence on the strength of their genuine skills and substance.

The infamy of Ji Ling was indeed far-reaching, and those Qingzhou troops had some contact with other forces that had fought against him—discipline in the military was always strict.

Deliberately overstating the strength of an enemy general could be dismissed as loose talk in the least, but at most, it amounted to the serious offense of falsifying military intelligence, which could result in decapitation.

And now, in wartime, those brothers certainly wouldn’t deceive the Qingzhou troops. In war, intelligence is tantamount to life itself; errors in intelligence are no different from death.

The Square Sky Halberd just now certainly couldn’t have been faked, the rising dust was enough to obscure Wang Yang’s figure, which illustrated the weight of the halberd.

However, what shocked them at the moment was that with a single sweeping move, Zhang Xun had broken both legs of the horse. Although they were a hundred steps away, they could see it all clearly.

A simple technique like sweeping a thousand troops was naturally quite popular in an era dominated by the Yi Mao Spear, and eight or nine out of ten Qingzhou soldiers knew this move.

It was familiar to them, yet if they attempted it, even if a Chiliarch succeeded in breaking the horse’s legs, the horse would crash directly into them.

After such a collision, they would most likely meet their end, but Zhang Xun not only managed to react but also struck Wang Yang with a punch, sending him flying backwards.

This also proved Zhang Xun’s strength.

Seeing this, Yuanshu immediately brightened with delight, having just lamented the lack of capable men under his command.

He hadn’t expected Zhang Xun to surprise him so soon and wondered why Zhang Xun didn’t show his capabilities normally.

Moreover, in the past, it had taken Zhang Xun a great deal of effort to kill an enemy, and if Zhang Xun had revealed his true strength earlier, then the title of General might not have gone to Ji Ling.

This puzzled Yuanshu greatly.

But now that Zhang Xun had demonstrated his prowess, Yuanshu saw increased hope for the restoration of his grand enterprise!

"Zhang Xun, upon your return, I will surely name you the unparalleled, number one warrior of all time."

Everyone in the Three Kingdoms knew that Lu Bu originally served Yuanshu’s forces, and now, Lu Bu was undoubtedly the foremost warrior of the Three Kingdoms.

Just now, when Wang Yang broke the Square Sky Halberd with two swords, one must remember that Lu Bu also wielded a Square Sky Halberd, so in Yuanshu’s eyes, Wang Yang’s strength was likely comparable to that of Lu Bu.

But Zhang Xun, who had just unleashed his full strength, was able to send Wang Yang, along with his two horses, flying with one punch. Didn’t this alone sufficiently prove Zhang Xun’s strength?

When the Squad Leader saw Wang Yang flying backwards, his heart skipped a beat, but he made no other move. Wang Yang fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust that obscured the view.

"Should we retreat?"

A centurion asked, and the Chiliarch’s eyes were filled with indecision, but he chose to place his trust in Wang Yang, who had just demonstrated unexpected strength.

"Let’s wait and see how things unfold," said the Chiliarch offhandedly, while internally praying that Wang Yang would stand up quickly, for if the Main General fell, the soldiers’ morale would likely falter.

Zhang Xun knew that his move had not injured Wang Yang seriously; at most, it had caused a slight pain in his chest. He had merely wanted to scare Wang Yang into submission.

Now it seemed that the tactic had been very effective.

At this moment, Zhang Xun took great pleasure in breathing the air, feeling unexpectedly good since his transformation with Demonic Qi.

It was as if his body concealed infinite strength; his hands seemed to wield immense power, and most importantly, every time Zhang Xun used the strength within, he experienced an indescribable sense of power and exhilaration.

For a general, this feeling was simply beyond words.

It was so enthralling that even Zhang Xun found it hard to resist.

He casually withdrew his Long Spear, and the sweeping sands, driven by the wind, had long dispersed. In the midst of the dissipating smoke, a figure stood tall and proud, gazing coldly at him.