Igniting True Fury! Circumstances Dictate Strength!

Zhao Cheng looked at the six thousand Light Cavalry who had followed him through countless battles. "If you want to join the Blood-Clad Army, you must show me what you're made of."

"Today, six thousand against three thousand—can you win?"

The six thousand Light Cavalry roared, "We will win!"

Winning was a pipe dream, but that was exactly the answer Zhao Cheng wanted.

He ordered both sides to switch to wooden weapons, though even those could deliver a stinging blow upon impact.

With a wave of his hand, the two formations collided with a thunderous crash.

In an instant, figures were sent flying!

The Iron Eagle Elite lived up to their reputation as the ace special forces of the Qin State; in a single exchange, they halted the momentum of the six thousand charging soldiers.

Light Cavalry soldiers fell one after another, some even sent airborne by the force of the impact.

Within a few blinks of an eye, the six thousand Light Cavalry clearly felt the authority of the Iron Eagle Elite.

These men were absolute monsters; not only was each one as strong as an ox, but their martial arts were exquisite. Even with wooden swords, their technique was flawless, and their offensives were exceptionally sharp. Often, before they could even react, the opponent's wooden sword had already grazed their throat.

Even if they were unwilling to accept it, they could not lose face for their general by playing dirty, so those who had their throats marked automatically withdrew from the battlefield.

As time passed, the Iron Eagle Elite's advantage gradually became apparent; their immense strength, superior stamina, and extraordinary martial arts gave them the upper hand in every aspect.

Yet, these Light Cavalry soldiers who had fought alongside Zhao Cheng all the way here acted as if