Han Sui felt insulted, and Yan Xing, who had been following him all along, felt insulted as well.
Han Sui felt insulted in terms of intelligence, while Yan Xing felt insulted purely in terms of strength.
Yan Xing knew who was leading the cavalry this time: the famed White Horse Silver Spear, Zhao Zilong. But was he, Yan Xing, any weaker?
He was the Northwest Spear King!
In Xiliang, Yan Xing was still the foremost expert. Three years ago, in 196, during a clash between Ma Teng and Han Sui, Yan Xing had fought Ma Chao, who had already shaken Xiliang with his reputation, in a one-on-one duel. At the time, Yan Xing had paid the price of having the spear in his hands severed by Ma Chao, then used the broken shaft to stab straight at Ma Chao's throat. He had come within a hair of proving that—one could still kill without a spearhead!
Even though Ma Chao dodged, the externalized Qi that grazed his neck still tore it open, nearly costing him his life. Fortunately, he had already broken through into the externalized Qi realm by then, and survived by relying on his powerful recovery.
Yan Xing was also the foundation that allowed Han Sui to stand against Ma Teng. In a place like Xiliang, compared to intelligence, people valued courage and strength more. After all, the Qiang people and the like had never exactly been the brightest bunch.
Now Zhao Yun had brought twenty thousand cavalry and dared to charge the thirty thousand iron cavalry under Yan Xing's command without caring about the pursuers from Guo Si behind him. To Yan Xing, this was nothing short of a blatant humiliation!
"Heh!" Han Sui suddenly laughed. "They're trying to tie us down in a chaotic battle so the