The Great General Pan Feng

"Hey, Lord Guan, what do you think of this Yu She?" Wang Xuan nudged Guan Yu with his elbow.

"Dead." Concise and to the point!

"..." Wang Xuan rolled his eyes. Would it kill him to say two more words? "I'm asking you again—what the hell am I supposed to do?" He nudged Dian Wei beside him, and Dian Wei immediately said, "Hua Xiong defeated Sun Jian and beheaded Zu Mao. Even if he hasn't broken through to externalized Qi, he's at least at the peak of Qi Refining into Gang. That mere Yu She, a youngster who hasn't even begun Qi Refining, is as good as dead!"

Sure enough, less than a quarter of an hour after he went out, a messenger returned. "General Yu She was cut down from his horse by Hua Xiong with a single stroke."

A gleam flashed through Guan Yu's eyes as he glanced toward Wang Xuan.

Wang Xuan was even more straightforward. He simply shook his head without saying a word.

Yuan Shao was dumbfounded. He hadn't even taken a single move?

"Who is willing to face Hua Xiong and kill him, washing away our humiliation?" Yuan Shao shouted angrily. He put unusual emphasis on the words "wash away our humiliation," while repeatedly shooting glances at Yuan Shu.

Guan Yu was about to rise, but Wang Xuan grabbed him and pulled him back. "Why the rush? Hua Xiong hasn't even shown his true strength. Even if you kill him, it'll be meaningless!"

Just then, Han Fu, the Inspector of Jizhou, said in a booming voice, "I have the great general Pan Feng, who can slay Hua Xiong!"

"General Pan Feng, are you willing to go?" A trace of mockery flashed through Yuan Shao's eyes. Han Fu... heh heh. Jizhou... heh heh.

Pan Feng