Zaizhi, Aren't You Supposed to Be No Good at Martial Arts?

With Lu Bu's strength, how could he possibly miss such an opportunity? He swiftly thrust Fang Tian Hua Ji in his hand toward Wu Anguo's chest. If the blow landed solidly, Wu Anguo would surely die. As the crisis of life and death descended, Wu Anguo's eyes nearly split open. Even though he had embraced the resolve to die, no one actually wanted to die. At the very least, Wu Anguo felt he could still struggle a little.

At this critical moment, a silver-white streak of light shot directly into the blade Lu Bu had thrust out. As the silver light exploded, Lu Bu's killing blow was knocked off course, stabbing past Wu Anguo's side.

Taking advantage of that brief instant, the purple-red Qi around Wu Anguo suddenly surged upward. Under the threat of death, his potential erupted. His deep accumulation allowed him to break through into the realm of externalized Qi in one stroke. With a tiger-like roar, the Great Iron Hammer in his hand carried a purple-red whirlwind as it smashed viciously against Lu Bu's Fang Tian Hua Ji.

One side had broken through in the midst of battle, raising his strength yet again. The other had been caught off guard and could not execute the technique of Lifting Light as Heavy. Fang Tian Hua Ji was knocked aside.

Seizing the opportunity, Wu Anguo said nothing and turned to run!

Whether he broke through or not, he knew he could never defeat Lu Bu. He had held out for so long and given Lord Beihai enough face. There was no problem with retreating now. Wu Anguo might have looked simple and honest, but he was not stupid in the slightest.

With Wu Anguo fleeing, Lu Bu could not even be bothered to chase him. He was nothing more