The sharp cry made Gu Chi's movements falter.
A tall, gray figure burst out of a tent. Before anyone could make out their features, a gleaming spear had appeared in their hands, its tip thrusting straight at the ambusher's face. The ambusher moved to fight back, but a chill touched his brow.
Then his vision began to tilt backward.
He saw the night sky recede, saw his body hit the ground and kick up dust, and saw hooves trample over him amid the chaos... The warmth seemed to drain from him, while the clamor of shouts by his ears gradually grew faint.
And the one who had let out that "sharp cry"?
He never got so much as a glimpse of them before sinking into a long, murky darkness. Just before his consciousness faded, he was still wondering what that flash of white light had been. Gu Chi watched Xu Quan charge gleefully into the enemy ranks, and gradually fell silent.
Though it was hardly the time or place for such a thought, Gu Chi, who had read all sorts of popular stories, felt that all the dashing heroines who charged into battle now had a face. That kid Xu Quan...
He might as well make that disguise permanent.
Literary Scholars were best at Three Hearts, Two Minds. Even when their attention wandered, they could still handle the task at hand, so nobody knew Gu Chi had briefly let his mind stray on the battlefield. Almost the instant Xu Quan charged toward his next target, he made his move.
The Five Virtues of the General: wisdom, trust, benevolence, courage, and martial prowess.
He opened with all Five Virtues Manifested.
Xu Quan was almost overwhelmed by the favor.
When he felt the martial energy in his Dantian surge and his fighting