Such concerns were not unfounded. As the battle continued, Zhao Gongming gradually went from controlling the situation at the start to finding himself unable to keep up.
"Damn it! What kind of ability is it to gang up on the few with so many?"
Zhao Gongming was furious and could not help but curse aloud.
"If you have the guts, fight me one-on-one honorably! Why would I, Zhao Gongming, fear you?"
"Ha ha!"
Taiyi Zhenren laughed heartily. Hearing those words, he naturally knew that Zhao Gongming's mind was now in turmoil. Before long, he would likely exhaust himself and be captured.
The humiliation of having just been suppressed by Zhao Gongming was instantly swept away, leaving him feeling immensely satisfied.
Seeing the grief and indignation on Zhao Gongming's face made him feel even more triumphant.
"Zhao Gongming, I'll tell you plainly: today, I intend to use numbers to bully the few. What can you do about it?"
"You have only yourself to blame for being overconfident, coming here alone without any strategy. You're nothing but a reckless brute!"
Zhao Gongming had bitter complaints he could not voice. He truly had been rash.
But he had no choice. Seeing that the Great Shang army's morale was rather low, Zhao Gongming knew he had to give them a victory to raise their spirits.
Therefore, despite Wen Zhong and Li Jing repeatedly trying to dissuade him, he had still stubbornly come out to fight.
Now that he had fallen into such a predicament, he could only blame himself!
Seeing that Zhao Gongming's situation was dire, Wen Zhong and Li Jing had naturally long wanted to rush forward and help.
After all, Zhao Gongming had come from afar specifically to support them. They could not let him fall here in his very first battle!