Wu Chengping no longer hesitated. With a loud shout, he swung his spear to deflect the arrow, riding forward to meet Yang Yi.
Yang Yi abandoned his efforts and raised his spear, charging forward without a second thought!
In a mere forty or fifty steps, the clash of spear and spear was as quick as lightning, sparks flying in the air.
Pei Zhan reined in his horse, watching from afar as the sunlight glinted off the shiny spears, creating a silver arc.
After about twenty rounds, suddenly a rider retreated, and Pei Zhan's keen eyes recognized Yang Yi holding his long spear, rushing towards this side.
He instantly looked towards Wu Chengping, only to see that two jets of blood were spurting from the latter's chest. Wu still stood upright on his horse, pointing his spear at the swiftly retreating Yang Yi, until a few moments later, he fell thunderously from his horse like a collapsing mountain!
"... Mr. Yang is mighty!"
The generals nearby couldn't help but cheer loudly.
