At dawn the next day, war drums thundered outside the Western Qi camp. Nezha stood atop the Wind Fire Wheels, Red Lotus Spear in hand, and had arrived early to challenge them.
"Western Qi brat, don't be so arrogant! I'll fight you!"
Su Quanzhong donned his armor and mounted his horse, urging his dragon horse forward as he galloped out of camp and stopped directly before Nezha.
Nezha narrowed his eyes and sized him up, recognizing his identity. He said coolly, "You are Su Quanzhong, son of Su Hu, Marquis of Ji Province?"
"That's right, I am Young General Su!" Su Quanzhong raised his head with a cold snort, standing with spear in hand and brimming with fighting spirit.
Holding the Red Lotus Spear, Nezha smiled with casual mockery. "For the sake of your status as the son of a regional lord and your respectable birth, I'll spare your life when we fight later and leave you with only a crippled body."
These words were utterly contemptuous and humiliating, instantly igniting Su Quanzhong's fury. His eyes reddened as he roared, "yellow-mouthed child, how dare you humiliate me like this!"
With that, Su Quanzhong said no more. He clamped his legs around the horse's belly and charged straight at Nezha with his long spear, riding on a fierce gale. His spear shadows were sharp, every strike ruthless.
Horse and wheels collided as the two fought fiercely.
Yet after only several dozen exchanges, Su Quanzhong gradually began to falter. His breath churned in his chest, and he panted without stop, both arms numb and heavy.
Nezha was born with divine strength and possessed an incomparably powerful body. Every thrust of his spear carried tremendous force, his moves fierce, tyrannical, and unstoppable.
Su Quanzhong's cultivation was far inferior to his opponent's. Every block