With a single punch, before Huang Qisu's blade could even touch Lu Bu, he and his weapon were sent flying.
As he fell in a parabola in the distance, the people of Great Feng were mentally prepared this time and reacted quickly, hurriedly shouting.
"Quick, save General Huang!"
"Against Lu Bu, can you last five moves?" Chang Yuheng asked the person beside him, his tone somewhat desolate.
Five moves? At first, he had thought Lu Bu was far too arrogant, but now he only hoped the man beside him could at least endure five moves.
He probably would not be able to withstand Lu Bu's two punches either.
The middle-aged man carrying a sword beside Chang Yuheng shook his head. His eyes were filled with gravity as he looked at Lu Bu. "I'm not confident."
A piercing sound of sharpness rang out as a Heavenly Halberd gleaming with cold light flew from the edge of the arena into Lu Bu's hand.
Lu Bu lowered his head and looked at the Heavenly Halberd in his hand, one hand brushing over its chilling blade. These two battles had been utterly lacking in quality; neither had even given him a chance to use the Heavenly Halberd.
Well, if he had used it, those two probably would not have lived until now.
Raising his head, Lu Bu looked at the only three intact Great Feng experts left below the stage. He lifted the Heavenly Halberd in one hand, pointed it at the three of them, and spoke nonchalantly.
"Too weak. The three of you, come at me together! As long as the three of you join forces and can defeat me today, I'll count it as your victory."
All three together?
Chang Yuheng and the other two exchanged glances, somewhat unable to make sense