Duan Qizhen stood helplessly to one side. He was the only person present who did not seem particularly surprised.
He had known all along that it would turn out this way.
So many warriors of the Murong clan had claimed to be the finest among the Xianbei, yet not one had lasted a single exchange against him.
If you had chatted with me a little longer earlier, you would not have made such a fool of yourself.
You could even have challenged him to mathematics! Why compete in martial prowess?
Tuoba Liwei told his attendants, "Go and take Tuoba Wu somewhere to rest..."
Even his voice had a tremor in it.
Wen Yang sat down beside him, looking dejected. "Don't you have anyone who can fight better? That passes for a warrior? Have the Xianbei run out of men?"
Faced with Wen Yang's three successive questions, Tuoba Liwei flushed scarlet and could not utter a word.
The generals, however, were beginning to squirm in their seats. Wen Yang's words were an outright insult to them, but Tuoba Wu was the best fighter among them, and he had just been laid flat so quickly...
Now they dared to be angry, but not to speak.
When Wen Yang saw the resentment on their faces and the looks they were giving him, his expression darkened at once.
"What? Do you think I said something wrong? You can all come at me together. Care to try?"
As Wen Yang spoke, he stood up again. This made the generals lean back a little, and they all averted their eyes, no longer daring to meet his gaze.
At that moment, Tuoba Liwei felt a profound sense of helplessness.
Was this the gulf between the Tuoba Tribe and Great Wei?
*Could any young man Great Wei happened