Chapter 67: Making You Surrender (Third Update Seeking Votes)

  Yan Liang's words were like a loud bell, and they shocked everyone present.

  Under such absolute advantage, Yan Liang could have led his army to rush up and kill those brocade-clad bandits, capturing Gan Ning alive.

  However, Yan Liang knew that someone like Gan Ning, a proud and arrogant warrior, would always take the initiative to surrender to a wise lord. If he were captured alive, it would be a great humiliation for him, and he would rather die than surrender.

  Yan Liang was also "teaching according to ability", he wanted to use his own unparalleled martial arts to defeat Gan Ning until he surrendered.

  Gan Ning was shocked by these words, but he couldn't understand why Yan Liang would choose to fight him one-on-one when he had the upper hand.

  But Yan Liang's demeanor was calm and composed, as if he had no fear of him at all.

  Gan Ning was enraged.

  With a loud shout, this brocade sail thief galloped out on horseback, swinging his twin halberds like a stream of fire towards Yan Liang.

  Before the spear arrived, Yan Liang had already felt the fierce killing intent, like a raging wind rushing towards him.

  That ferocious and extreme killing intent caused all who were watching to change color in fright.

  Yan Liang stood with his sword drawn, his face calm and still as water, without a single ripple.

  In an instant, Gan Ning arrived, his twin pikes making no sound as they swept out from left and right.

  The vigor on the spearhead seemed ordinary, but it was like an unstoppable storm, rushing forward and slashing towards Yan Liang's neck.

  A thunderous roar, Yan Liang's sword eyebrows swept horizontally, and the long knife in his hand fanned out like a wheel.

  The blade's passage seemed to have sucked up all the air, and the airflow from all 480 directions rushed in to fill the vacuum, forming a wide, invisible knife curtain that swept out with destructive power.

  Three rays of light shot towards him, the sound of metal clashing echoed across the land, the lingering reverberations shaking everyone's eardrums for a long time.

  Gan Ning, with absolute confidence, in one strike, felt a tremendous force like a landslide, pouring straight into his body through the double halberd.

  That extremely violent impact was like countless wet leather whips, wantonly and unscrupulously lashing at his internal organs.

  Blood and energy surge, five internal organs about to break apart.

  At the moment of their encounter, Gan Ning felt not only the pain in his internal organs but also a deep shock at Yan Liang's extraordinary martial arts skills.

  "This man's martial arts are actually so strong, could it be that I really underestimated him!" Gan Ning was greatly shocked, his face with bulging veins and a look of astonishment.

  Yan Liang's vital energy merely fluttered slightly before quickly subsiding.

  He knew that Gan Ning was strong in martial arts, and although he was comparable to Taishi Ci and other Eastern Wu generals, he was slightly inferior to Guan Yu and Zhang Fei.

  Yan Liang admired Gan Ning's martial arts, but he was even more confident in his own martial arts. He deeply believed that he was stronger than Gan Ning, which is why he dared to fight Gan Ning alone with a single spear.

  With one move, he had already figured out Gan Ning's strength and was delighted that he was indeed a fierce general with superior martial arts skills, not in vain for his own efforts.

  Gan Ning, who had fallen into a disadvantageous position, seemed unwilling to give up and launched another attack with his twin pikes.

  Yan Liang wielded his large sword, opening wide and fighting with ease.

  The two of them clashed under the gaze of over 4,000 pairs of eyes, causing the surrounding troops to tremble with fear.

  Gan Ning is indeed a fierce general. When he launches a crazy attack, his spear's shadow shoots out like a rainbow, and the tide of his offense is extremely ferocious.

  Yan Liang, however, did not feel too much pressure and calmly repelled Gan Ning's fierce attack.

  In the blink of an eye, dozens of rounds had passed, and Gan Ning's offensive momentum gradually dissipated, while Yan Liang's knife technique was like a river flowing endlessly.

  If Yan Liang wanted to quickly defeat Gan Ning, he could have used all his strength and it wouldn't be impossible, but instead he hesitated and didn't make a heavy move, which can also be seen as giving Gan Ning some face.

  After dozens of moves, Yan Liang did not want to delay any longer and suddenly the force on his knife increased dramatically.

  In an instant, Gan Ning felt the pressure increase, and what was originally a seemingly evenly matched battle quickly turned into a one-sided development.

  A few moves passed, Yan Liang let out a low whistle, his long knife transformed into a curved crescent moon, carrying an extremely fierce and unmatched force, sweeping out horizontally.

  That flashing knife edge, like a special magnet, seemed to absorb all the surrounding air, forming a strange whirlpool with Gan Ning at its center.

  That enormous suction power wrapped Gan Ning's body tightly inside, making it impossible for him to escape.

  Gan Ning was greatly shocked in his heart, knowing that this was Yan Liang's strongest blow. Such a powerful force, he feared it would be difficult to resist.

  Wishing to dodge but unable to, Gan Ning could only exert his full strength, and the twin pikes countered with a reverse thrust.

  Waaaah~~~~~

  Clashing blades, a deafening roar.

  The jet of air cut across his face like a knife, and the fish-glue-like whirlpools pressed in on Gan Ning from all sides, as if countless invisible hammers were ruthlessly pounding every inch of his skin.

  Under the overwhelming pressure of the giant's strength, Gan Ning's mouth was already oozing a thread of blood, and his body was even more unstable, tilting to one side.

  The flaws have been exposed.

  Yan Liang's mouth curled up in a cold smile, his long arm stretched out, and the large knife in his hand chopped towards his opponent.

  Gan Ning, who had lost his balance, was unable to dodge or resist and could only watch as the gleaming blade chopped towards his head.

  Everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and they all thought that Gan Ning was done for.

  Gan Ning also thought he was doomed to die and could only wait for the moment of his beheading.

  However, something unexpected happened.

  At that moment when the blade was about to cut towards Gan Ning's head, it suddenly shifted upwards by three points and slid across his face.

  Even so, the strong wind still scratched a blood mark on Gan Ning's face.

  In the blink of an eye, two horses crossed paths.

  When Gan Ning sprang up and turned his horse around, Yan Liang was already standing with a long sword in his arms, smiling slightly as he looked at him.

  To outsiders, Yan Liang's knife seemed to have missed its mark, but Gan Ning knew that Yan Liang had spared his life on purpose.

  Gan Ning, who had narrowly escaped death, was both delighted and shocked. His eyes sparkled with a strange color, but no matter how hard he thought about it, he couldn't understand why his life had been spared.

  The text beside Wen Ping was also strange, thinking that with Yan Liang's martial arts skills, how could that one knife have cut crookedly.

  Yan Liang spoke loudly under the gaze of doubt and confusion, "People say that Gan Xingba's martial arts are unparalleled, it seems to be true. I think this battle doesn't need to be fought, what does Xingba think?"

  Gan Ning's heart skipped a beat as he knew what Yan Liang meant by his words, still intentionally saving face for him.

  Gan Ning paused for a moment, then said: "I, Gan, am not as skilled as others and am no match for you. General Yan, please spare my life, I will remember this. Those 20,000 dan of grain are in the granary, take them back."

  As soon as Gan Ning spoke these words, everyone finally realized that Yan Liang had intentionally let him go.

  Yan Liang smiled slightly, sheathed his long sword and ordered a retreat.

  The various units below did not know what Yan Liang meant, but they dared to disobey orders. The more than 4,000 troops and horses withdrew from the siege in an orderly manner.

  "Consider those 20,000 bushels of grain as a gift to you from me for our meeting, enjoy them freely." With that, Yan Liang spurred his horse and departed.

  This dramatic change made Gan Ning even more surprised and he couldn't help but shout: "General Yan, what is your intention?"

  Yan Liang didn't even turn his head, just waved his hand and said: "I know that you, Xing Ba, are not used by Liu Biao. If you want to show your skills in this chaotic world, come to Xin Ye two days later, I will brew a pot of wine to welcome your esteemed presence."

  As they spoke, Yan Liang burst out laughing loudly and with a flourish of his whip, he galloped away.

  Watching Yan Liang and his troops leave in the distance, Gan Ning was stunned for a long time before he understood what Yan Liang's words meant. It turned out that they wanted to recruit him.

  Looking at the departing figure, Gan Ning seemed to be deep in thought, muttering to himself: "Yanzi of Hebei, indeed an extraordinary person... Could it be that he is the wise lord I have been searching for..."