Despair
Long before setting out with the cavalry to pursue them, Shi Lei had reminded him to pay a little attention to a dark-faced enemy officer, saying that the man had some skill.
That had put Xie Liancheng on his guard from the very start.
A master revealed himself with a single move.
Though it looked like nothing more than a simple slash, Xie Liancheng could tell that his opponent knew a few tricks.
If he followed the other man's rhythm, whether blocking or counterattacking, the man always had another move ready.
If his overall ability had been one or two levels higher, he might even have lasted a few more exchanges against Xie Liancheng.
Unfortunately, his physical capabilities were far too poor. He was no match for Xie Liancheng even for a single move.
That single slash from Xie Liancheng settled the victor and the vanquished!
Under the gaze of the crowd, Zhao Hu lost his head at the first exchange. Such terrifying strength left unconcealed fear on the faces of the Liang cavalry charging forward.
The retreating impulse that followed caused their entire charge to visibly lose momentum.
By contrast, after taking Zhao Hu's head, Xie Liancheng remained mounted on Horse King. Without slowing in the slightest, he plunged into the enemy ranks like a wolf into a flock of sheep!
In an instant, flesh and blood flew everywhere. As a top-class fierce general, the overwhelming suppression Xie Liancheng could display in such a small-scale armed clash was revealed without reserve!
The enemy's slight numerical advantage was completely useless before Xie Liancheng.
Seizing the opportunity, the Great Zhou cavalrymen began shouting, "The enemy general is dead! Surrender and you will not be killed!" so they could strike another blow against the enemy's morale.
The tactic was old, but