Chapter 8 You Lose

  Peng Yue's expression changed, and he hastily dodged to avoid it. He was not willing to perish together with an unknown Qin general. The chaotic storm had begun, and this was the stage for heroes. His play had not yet started, so how could he end it hastily?

  Li Yuan thrust his spear into the air, but didn't stop for a moment. The copper spear was like a stick or a gun, its moves were like a big river with waves overlapping each other, endless and unstoppable. Every move was made with all his might, every strike was a gamble with his life. Peng Yue, who had fallen behind in terms of momentum, was forced to dodge left and right, making loud noises, but for the time being, he couldn't think of any way out.

  Peng Yue did not expect that Li Yuan's fighting experience was so old, the seven years of volunteer soldier life gave Li Yuan an irreplaceable wealth, and it was also his capital to survive in this chaotic world. Without the help of Golden Finger, Li Yuan believed he could live well too.

  Peng Yue was furious and shouted continuously, but he was actually at a loss for what to do. He had the upper hand in terms of strength, but at this moment, unless he was willing to fight Li Yuan to the death, he could only suffer defeat before Li Yuan's strength ran out. In this battle, Peng Yue clearly held the winning ticket, yet he was still struggling so hard, and his terrible mood can be imagined.

  The fierce battle between the two men left the onlookers, including the bandits and Qin soldiers, with their mouths agape. For the bandits, fighting was a daily occurrence, but such a brutal and intense fight was rare. As for the Qin soldiers, they were even more astonished by Li Yuan's martial prowess, many of the new recruits having not expected him to be so ferocious and formidable.

  In this chaotic world, everyone hopes to have a strong and powerful leader. Before, they obeyed Li Yuan's orders only because of the constraints of the Qin army's military law, but now they have begun to truly recognize Li Yuan from their hearts. The soldiers on both sides began to cheer for their own side, attacking without stopping, while human physical strength always has a limit. When Li Yuan thrust out his seventieth spear, his body swayed with exhaustion, and his physical strength gradually ran out.

  "Ding!"

  A loud metallic collision sound, Peng Yue finally found a way to deal with Li Yuan's desperate fighting style, which was to use force to overcome force, constantly consuming Li Yuan's physical strength.

  Peng Yue exerted himself and swung his sword, finally deflecting the copper spear that Li Yuan had thrust at him. Li Yuan's chest was now wide open! A thread of ruthless killing intent flashed across Peng Yue's eyes, after waiting for a long time and feeling stifled for a long time, the opportunity had finally arrived!

  Li Yuanhu's mouth was agape, the copper spear was swung high, and the round shield had long been abandoned on the ground. However, Peng Yue's sharp sword had already reached his chest, and the wild beating of his heart was about to be pierced by the icy blade, causing the Qin army officers and men who were holding onto endless hope to sink to the bottom of the sea.

  "Kill him!" Some of the bandits were already shouting impatiently.

  Life and death were imminent, Li Yuan suddenly smiled, his mouth corners slightly curved into an arc, like a fox that had stolen food. In the nick of time, Li Yuan's knees bent as if they had been prepared in advance, this was the last chance!

  "Pffft!"

  Peng Yue's long sword effortlessly pierced Li Yuan's body, with such great force that the copper sword sank in up to its hilt and was firmly embedded in his skeleton.

  "Go to hell!" A cold, sinister smile appeared on Peng Yue's face, finally getting rid of this troublesome opponent and fulfilling Liu Bang's entrustment. In front of Xiang Liang, Liu Bang was nothing, but in front of these nameless and hopeless thieves like Peng Yue, Liu Bang's influence was much greater.

  Ke Pengyue's faint smile quickly froze, because he saw on Li Yuan's face a more ferocious and triumphant sneer than his own.

  Peng Yue's sword pierced Li Yuan's chest, but did not hit the vital organs. Thanks to the advanced medical knowledge of later generations, Li Yuan had a clear understanding of his body structure, which gave him the opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

  The sword was stuck between the ribs, tightly clamped by the hard bone, making Peng Yue unable to withdraw his sword. Just as he was stunned, Li Yuan had already rushed over and punched Peng Yue's weak chin with a tight fist, followed by another punch that hit Peng Yue's soft flank.

  These two punches from Li Yuan were suddenly exerted in severe pain, getting the essence of the strike, and can be said to be completely beyond Peng Yue's expectation. The first punch had already loosened his teeth, and blood spurted out, while the second punch was like a defeated drum, making Peng Yue's internal organs into a tangled mess.

  "Ah!" Peng Yue's knees hit the ground, and he fell to his knees. In front of him, Li Yuan stood upright with a sharp sword inserted into his ribs, like an injured but unyielding lion that refused to lower its head.

  Li Yuan's left hand tightly grasped the exposed hilt of his sword, with bulging blue veins on the back of his hand and crimson blood constantly oozing out from between his fingers. Yet, his face showed little difference from before he was stabbed, remaining calm and indifferent, as if the long sword had merely sliced through air rather than his flesh.

  The only thing that was different was Li Yuan's eyes, his pupils were cold and frightening, in this sweltering heat, a single glance made one feel as if it were the coldest of winter days.

  It's not the body that is cold, but the heart.

  The murderous aura that emerged from the army of ten thousand horses, revived and flowed in Li Yuan's body. This murderous aura contained unyielding wildness, a will to defy heaven, and an overbearing air of "who else but me".

  Peng Yue's eyes finally revealed fear, he had never seen such a ruthless character. If he could still speak, he would have surrendered immediately.

  "Ah!"

  Li Yuan shouted loudly, his left hand slowly retracting the copper spear, inch by inch approaching Peng Yue's neck, who had lost all will to fight. His eyes stared straight ahead as the sharp tip drew near, but he was powerless to stop it. Peng Yue's heart turned cold, and he stood frozen like a wooden chicken, unable to do anything but stare at the gleaming spearhead, his face deathly pale.

  "Spare my life!" Peng Yue's head hung low, his throat tight, and with great difficulty he managed to utter two unclear words. He could already clearly feel the chill that had seeped into his bones, and if he still wanted to resist, Li Yuan's sharp spear would ruthlessly pierce his weak throat, rendering him speechless forever.

  "Take your people and get out!" Li Yuan's voice was low and cold, with a faint smile on his face. His right hand grasped the hilt of his sword tightly, slowly pulling it out from deep within his body, inch by inch. Fresh blood spurted out like a gushing fountain, splashing onto the dry riverbed, as if covering it with a layer of crimson carpet.

  Li Yuan's face turned whiter and whiter, with a golden hue spreading across it, but his body remained motionless, as still as a mountain.

  "What a formidable opponent!" Peng Yue silently struggled to get up, stumbling as he rushed towards the bandit's main camp. Although his injuries didn't seem as severe as Li Yuan's, Peng Yue had lost all will to fight; he was defeated.

  Force is secondary, Peng Yue understood that what he truly couldn't match Li Yuan in was the beating heart in his chest.

  Five thousand bandits were silent, staring blankly at the approaching leader Peng Yue and Li Yuan standing still like a statue. At this moment, not one of the bandits dared to underestimate the unimposing Qin man in front of them, nor the small and somewhat disheveled Qin army behind him.

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