It was a meeting of evenly matched opponents, a clash between generals of equal talent. Lu Bei and Commander Wang had battled with words underground, ending in a draw. Bonded by their shared language, they had found kindred spirits in each other and involuntarily begun admiring each other's talents.
After the battle, Commander Wang's mouth was parched. He was already thinking about collecting more insults that wounded without using profanity once he returned, so he could face this formidable foe for another three hundred rounds...
Whether there would be a next time was hard to say.
The conspiracy hidden within the ruins had revealed only the tip of the iceberg. Commander Wang still did not know whether he could escape safely, to say nothing of Lu Bei, who had a face made for cannon fodder and looked like he would not live long.
He clenched his fist and gave a light cough. "Brother Ding, although we've only just met, it's impossible to fake how well we get along. Why don't we form a temporary team, investigate the truth together, and escape this place? What do you say?"
Lu Bei was rather tempted. Out of caution, he asked, "Commander Wang, your team looked strong and well-equipped earlier. Where are they now?"
"I'm not entirely sure. There are countless mechanisms in these ruins, and the formations are impossible to trace. They've all gone missing. They might still be alive, or they might all be dead." Commander Wang spoke with a pained expression.
"What a coincidence. My young lady has gone missing too." Lu Bei looked deeply worried.
"If that's the case, then we're both isolated and helpless. All the more reason for us to join forces."
"I'm afraid that won't do."
After pondering for a moment, Lu Bei shook his head. "Forgive