"Why not?"
He practically screamed his reply.
Xu Quan was so infuriated by his lord's shamelessness that he struck first, then openly tried to steal his military credit and the enemy general's head!
If the situation had been different, Xu Quan would have jumped up and down. But the way he hurriedly protested only made him look guilty. "A real man has a hundred years to live, and 'can't' isn't in his vocabulary!" No matter what, he had to take down his target before his lord snatched the prize right out of his hands.
Xu Quan had been somewhat dismissive before, but now he was completely serious. His expression was focused, Killing Intent surged, and he stopped running his mouth. Outsiders wouldn't have noticed much of a change, but as his opponent, the enemy Martial Gall Warrior could feel the pressure rising sharply. Xu Quan's Martial Spirit was already a rank higher than his, his fighting style countered the enemy's, and he had the full support of a Literary Heart and Word Spirit...
The gap between them widened.
What caught the enemy off guard even more was that Xu Quan had another trick up his sleeve. One moment he wielded a long spear, the next a long axe—he seemed to have eighteen kinds of weapons at his disposal. His moves shifted in strange, unpredictable ways, and he struck from crafty, treacherous angles, leaving his opponent no chance to defend—and nowhere to defend from.
Under normal circumstances, a Martial Gall Warrior would specialize in one weapon: Bai Su with her twin swords, Lu Ji with his heavy hammer, Zhao Wei with her long spear. They would train with that weapon above all others, only dabbling in common battlefield weapons such as spears, halberds, and bows if they had energy to spare,