The Power of Strength Creates Miracles

Zhang Fei had been fighting until his face was no longer black—it was practically turning white. His sudden full-force strike seemed to hit empty air, and the pent-up force nearly made him spit blood. After several exchanges, the backlash instead left him suffering severe internal injuries.

Every time Lu Bu borrowed Zhang Fei's strength, he accelerated a second time, smashing even more ferocious attacks into Guan Yu's Green Dragon Crescent Blade. Guan Yu had pushed his techniques almost to their limit just to barely block one strike while fighting at eighty percent of his strength. As a result, Guan Yu was also suffering severe internal injuries. Fortunately, his face was already red, so it was impossible to tell.

Zhang Fei gritted his teeth. What the hell kind of technique is this? It seemed Wang Xuan had just said that he knew it too. Come to think of it, how did that guy know everything?

Guan Yu's phoenix eyes were finally no longer narrowed to slits. He forced them wide and stared intently at Lu Bu. There was no need for many more of these super-heavy blows—if he took another three to five, he would probably be on his way to the afterlife!

Lu Bu, meanwhile, was finding the fight easier and easier. He was confident he could take the black charcoal head's life within thirty moves, then kill the red-faced man within three!

Zhang Fei felt the threat of death closing in on him at any moment. The pressure made every pore ache. At this critical moment, he saw a man over two meters tall approaching the battlefield slowly, a pair of iron halberds in his hands. His heart immediately relaxed. Damn, reinforcements are finally here!

What was there left to fear? As Wang Xuan would put it, hesitation meant