Xiang Yu and Li Cunxiao were both peerless warriors in history. Their sweeping attacks sent their weapons crashing together again and again. Each drove the other back several times, but neither would concede. They fought through a hundred exchanges, then two hundred, and still neither gained the upper hand.
Xiang Yu grew increasingly anxious as they fought. He saw fewer and fewer of his men left alive, yet Li Cunxiao kept him pinned down, leaving him unable to break free.
On Wang Jian's side, once Great Qin's elite soldiers entered the fray, the five hundred assassins-a motley rabble-were quickly cut down one by one. Only a handful with some martial skill were still desperately holding out.
Watching Zhang Liang stubbornly resist, Wang Jian said, "Zhang Liang, I recognize your talent, so I'll give you a way out. Serve Great Qin, or die."
"Anyone has the right to destroy tyrannical Qin! You want me to surrender? Dream on!" Zhang Liang roared as he drove back the armored soldiers.
"No words of advice can save a man bent on dying. In that case, I won't spare you," Wang Jian said.
He waved his hand. The armored soldiers withdrew, and the archers and crossbowmen took aim at Zhang Liang.
"Even if I, Zhang Liang, die today, countless patriots of the six states will join the resistance against tyrannical Qin! Tyrannical Qin will fall!" Zhang Liang shouted.
Wang Jian could not be bothered to argue. With a wave of his hand, countless crossbow bolts turned the man who would have been one of the Three Heroes of the early Han into a porcupine.
After dealing with Zhang Liang, Wang Jian turned his attention to the battle between Li Cunxiao and Xiang Yu.
"Xiang Yu truly deserves his reputation as the peerless Hegemon-King. Only Li