Wang Yang shattered Li Jingxuan's three routes to victory and began encircling his army. Driven into a corner, Li Jingxuan revealed his gambler's nature, repeatedly making perilous moves and springing ingenious schemes in a frenzied counterattack! Yet Wang Yang's upright, commanding strategy linked lock to lock and held him firmly down.
Although the battle had reached its final stage, the ferocity of the contest, the complexity of the situation, the interweaving of attack and defense, and the shifting formations all far surpassed anything before! The sharper observers understood perhaps half of it and kept up with a third; the others were utterly bewildered, as though reading a heavenly script.
Kong Changyu had long since lost track of their reasoning. He could only scribble down everything first, then seize whatever gaps he could to analyze it and arrange the chopsticks and cups. Sometimes several forces from both sides became tangled together, and even after checking both the map and the military stratagems, he still could not determine the victor. Fortunately, Wang Yang and Li Jingxuan both knew the situation clearly. Especially at this stage, they had played nearly all their hidden cards, and any remaining ones were plainly recorded in their military stratagems; neither could simply invent them. Thus, without waiting for Kong Changyu's verdict, the two traded moves at lightning speed and settled the outcomes themselves, leaving everyone dumbstruck.
Wang Yang swept his chopsticks across the cups and plates:
"The western force circles south of Old Market, the eastern force advances into Red Creek, and the Jingmen troops on the southern bank cross the river. Encircle them."
Blood surged into Li Jingxuan's eyes. He no longer looked at anything else, his gaze nailed to the cups and plates. He slapped a black chopstick from one cup onto the table, breathing