Although Zhao Yun had been fighting for a long time since charging into the formation, he still showed not the slightest fatigue. Instead, he fought with ever greater valor, his moves growing more ruthless and fierce!
The moment they engaged him, Xu Huang and the other two felt tremendous pressure. It was utterly different from fighting Lü Bu.
If Lü Bu was a fierce tiger descending the mountain, his astonishingly savage strength impossible to match, then Zhao Yun was a roaming dragon emerging from the sea, his moves and techniques exceptionally refined.
His attacks swept through them like a gale scattering fallen leaves!
After only fifty exchanges or so, the three were driven back again and again. They had no choice but to avoid Zhao Yun's cutting edge and retreat into the formation for the moment.
"General, this Zhao Yun is simply too strong! We cannot match him!"
Xu Huang reported to Cao Ren, panting for breath.
A bloody gash marked his face, left when Zhao Yun's spear caught him in a moment of carelessness. Had he not dodged in time, that thrust would not merely have grazed his cheek-it would have pierced straight through his skull!
Cao Zhen and Yu Jin were wounded as well. An opponent like Zhao Yun, who excelled at fighting groups, was scarcely easier to handle than Lü Bu. All three had suffered badly.
"Zhao Yun is actually this formidable?!"
Cao Ren was greatly shocked. His gaze flickered uncertainly as he watched Zhao Yun charging and killing amid the massed army, his white robes already stained blood-red.
Zhao Yun had already killed several standard officers. If they did not stop him soon, the consequences would be unthinkable!
"You three, replace Xiahou Yuan, Cao Hong, and Xiahou Shang. Have them mobilize the troops at the Fright