"State your name!" Jin Tiangou shouted.
"I am your granddaddy, the Fancy-Saber General Wei Wentong! Die, foreign general!" Wei Wentong declared.
Then he brought his saber down at Jin Tiangou.
Jin Tiangou hurriedly raised his solid iron trident to block. A clang rang out, and he and his horse were knocked back dozens of paces, while Wei Wentong was completely unscathed. The difference in their strength was plain to see.
Knowing he was outmatched, Jin Tiangou wheeled his horse around and fled. Wei Wentong spurred Red Hare after him and caught up in moments. "Where do you think you're going?" With one diagonal slash through shoulder and back, he cut Jin Tiangou in two.
Cui Xianjue roared in fury, "Who will go and kill this scoundrel for me, to bolster our army's might?"
"I volunteer!" Cui Xianjue turned to look. It was none other than Song Renshu, Silla's foremost warrior. He stood eight feet tall, with a yellow face, a tiger-like beard, and a waist several arm spans around. He wielded an Eight-Foot Steel-Tipped Spear weighing a hundred and twenty jin. His spear technique was superb, and his valor surpassed every man in the army.
"Good. Sorry for the trouble, General Song," Cui Xianjue said.
Song Renshu spurred his Curly-Maned Blue Horse forward, brandishing the Eight-Foot Steel-Tipped Spear as he charged at Wei Wentong.
His horse was swift and his spear faster still. The weapon shot out like a dragon, thrusting straight at Wei Wentong's throat.
Wei Wentong swept his saber across and knocked the thrust aside. Their horses circled as the two men fought.
Song Renshu's spear technique was good, and his arms could muster a thousand jin of force, but he was far inferior to Wei Wentong. Wei Wentong's saber technique was exquisite, and his exceptional strength let