To be honest, that charge came with incredible speed.
Just as everyone held their breath, thinking Meng Qingshan was about to die beneath the spear, a cry of surprise rang out.
Meng Qingshan kept his feet planted and merely turned slightly aside, dodging the fatal thrust.
Wang the General's spear swept past mere inches from his nose, its rushing wind making everyone nearby turn pale.
With his vision obstructed, Zhang Peng mistakenly thought Wang the General's thrust had landed. He excitedly shouted, "Mighty Wang the General!"
At his lead, the soldiers behind him joined in the cheering.
However, not only was Meng Qingshan unharmed, he seized the opportunity to grab the shaft and use its momentum against Wang the General, yanking him and his horse sharply to one side.
"What!?" Wang the General cried out. He had never imagined that his full-strength strike could be caught so easily, much less that his opponent could possess such astonishing strength and reflexes.
The horse lost its balance and let out a frightened whinny. Its legs thrashed wildly before it crashed heavily to the ground.
"Up!"
With a soft shout from Meng Qingshan, Wang the General was lifted into the air, spear and all.
The scene made it look as if Meng Qingshan were the one charging, impaling Wang the General on his spear and hoisting him high.
Witnessing this, the soldiers who had been cheering moments ago fell silent.
Though the others knew how formidable Meng Qingshan was, they still stared in astonishment.
The county magistrate was delighted. He nodded slightly, secretly congratulating himself on his keen eye for talent: he had managed to recruit such a brave warrior.
A moment later, Meng Qingshan set Wang the General down.
"General, you let me win." Meng Qingshan released the spear shaft and clasped