A master of comedy!

Chapter 101 Three Heroes vs. Lu Bu

"Excellent swordsmanship, excellent spirit!"

Having witnessed Master Guan's swordsmanship firsthand, even just a simple sword dance, Zhou Sheng was deeply shaken.

That domineering and awe-inspiring presence made him feel as if Guan Yu had truly stepped out of the long river of history, and the sight of his Green Dragon Crescent Blade sent chills down his spine.

My swordsmanship is indeed far inferior to that of Master Guan.

Boom!
The next moment, the entire city wall seemed to tremble violently, and then a figure shot into the sky like a cannonball, his blood-red cloak fluttering in the moonlight.

At this moment, even the bright moon seemed to become his foil.

Boom!

The terrifying figure, clad in golden armor like a demon god, crashed down in front of everyone like a meteorite, sending flying stones hurtling towards them like sharp arrows, swirling with a black, malevolent aura.

"careful!"

Zhou Sheng swung his ring knife with lightning speed, slicing and chopping, twelve blade lights like snowflakes filling the sky, cutting the incoming rubble into powder.

clang! clang! clang! clang!
Sparks flew, and the sound of metal clanging was cold, hard, and crisp.

Feeling the force of the rebound from the tiger's mouth, Zhou Sheng's fear intensified; this general was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

Unlike Zhou Sheng's fierce swordsmanship, Yao Tai Feng's swordsmanship was light and agile. With a flick of the wrist, the soft willow-leaf sword resembled a bamboo leaf in the forest, leaving afterimages as it slashed away and shattered the flying stones in front of it.

However, the force of the flying stones was astonishing. She took three steps back to dissipate the force, and then moved in a crouching fish posture, just avoiding several flying stones overhead.

hum!
The soft sword hummed softly, like a serpent flicking its tongue, and its tip instantly straightened, precisely shattering the last incoming flying stone.

These movements were swift and agile, like a rabbit leaping and a falcon swooping, flowing smoothly and effortlessly.

In particular, his masterful soft swordsmanship is a combination of swordsmanship, whip techniques, and even the water sleeve skills of traditional Chinese opera. It is a perfect blend of form, spirit, and technique, and has reached a state of perfection.

Hongxian opened her sleepy eyes, and before she could see what was happening, she saw Master Guan standing in front of her, his Guan Dao wielding the blade with incredible speed, shattering all the flying stones.

One man can guard the gate, but ten thousand men cannot open it.

Beneath the official's mask, the general's crimson eyes were fixed on the three men, taking in their every move.

The crimson light in his eyes flickered instantly, revealing excitement.

He dragged his sword as he walked forward a few steps. The heavy Nine-Ringed Sea-Splitting Sword was not yet unsheathed, but it had already caused cracks to spread across the ground.

"The Phoenix of Yaotai, the Living Guan Gong, and the newly joined Tiger-Slaying Hero Ruyunlong..."

"I remember there was a play called... Three Heroes Battle Lü Bu, and you three..."

His voice was deep and magnetic, like muffled thunder echoing in a valley, suddenly still, then booming again.

"Let's go together."

There was an irrepressible excitement and an arrogant arrogance in that voice.

Whether it was an illusion or not, Zhou Sheng looked at him and seemed to see a blurry black shadow in his eyes.

That was definitely not a human, but rather resembled a wild and ferocious beast, though with his level of cultivation, he couldn't see it too clearly.

Roar!
A tiger's roar rang out, and the fierce tiger named Chewing Dragon leaped down from the city wall. Its fur was golden, exuding a kingly aura.

However, when those fierce, beastly eyes looked at Zhou Sheng, in addition to hatred, there was also a trace of fear and awe.

A hint of surprise flashed in Zhou Sheng's eyes.

How could the tiger's injuries have completely healed in just one day?

Moreover, it seems that the demonic aura has become stronger, and its size has also become slightly larger.

"General, one should take responsibility for one's actions. I have struck your tiger; may I let them go?"

Zhou Sheng stepped forward with his knife. Despite facing a formidable enemy, there was no fear in his eyes; on the contrary, his sharpness became even more imposing.

"Seven heroes and eight tigers rushed to the country in times of crisis, their golden swords cleaving through their armor, their blood still wet."

Yao Taifeng softly recited the name of the Yang family generals, her sword gleaming, her phoenix eyes sharp. "Boss Long, don't forget, on the stage I am Yao Taifeng, off the stage I am Yang Hongying."

Seven comrades, facing death without fear.

The descendants of the Yang family generals never abandon their comrades-in-arms.

"well said."

Guan Buping walked over with his sword in hand, his voice calm. His gaze toward the general showed not fear, but rather an indescribable arrogance.

"Guan will not abandon his own people."

"Me too! Me!"

Little Red Thread jumped out, wide awake, his eyes filled with excitement, shouting, "I am the fourth hero, the four heroes fight Lü Bu, hahaha!"

As she spoke, she even donned a tiger costume and let out a fierce yet adorable tiger roar.

Upon hearing this, the tiger named Chew Dragon sneered, its eyes filled with mockery.

Zhou Sheng felt both touched and amused, and said, "Red thread, go—"

Before the words were even finished, Hongxian pounced on the general like a little tiger, her eyes filled with no fear, only burning fighting spirit.

The boss tells her to go, so she goes!
As for who her opponent is or how formidable they are, that's not her concern.

"Stay over there..."

Zhou Sheng's pupils narrowed, and he drew his knife and charged forward. He hadn't expected that Xiao Hongxian would misunderstand his intentions, and he attacked without any hesitation.

No, can't you sense how strong the other person is?

"Aww!"

Little Red Thread bit into the general's hand, but her sharp teeth couldn't penetrate the armor at all. Yet she held on tightly, her limbs wrapped around it, refusing to let go.

The general raised his hand expressionlessly, staring at the little ghost girl who was clenching her teeth and refusing to let go.

"Their strength is too weak, but their courage is commendable."

With a flick of his wrist, the little red thread flew out like a cannonball, tumbling several times on the ground.

At that moment, the blade flashed.

clang! !

The snowflake-patterned iron ring-shaped scalpel struck the general's arm armor, sending up dazzling sparks. The crystalline blade, as smooth as ice and snow, illuminated Zhou Sheng's murderous eyes.

"Not bad, but... is this all the power you can get?"

The general's calm voice surprisingly carried a hint of disappointment.

The next moment, his vertical pupils suddenly appeared, his arm blocking the way trembled violently, and a terrifying aura erupted like a volcano.

Roar! !

In an instant, Zhou Sheng seemed to hear an extremely terrifying tiger's roar, with demonic energy soaring into the sky, making one's soul tremble.

It was almost an instinctive fear.

Immediately afterwards, it was as if he had been hit head-on by a high-speed tank, and his body flew backward like a cannonball.

Fortunately, his cultivation level was now vastly different from before. The golden lake in his dantian surged and churned, like a blazing furnace, providing him with a continuous source of power.

He quickly regained his senses, flipped in mid-air to stabilize himself, and landed with his feet in a T-stance, his left hand pressing down to protect his sword, his left arm rounded, and his wrist clenched, performing a sword-pressing stance from the martial arts manual.

The knife mark on the general's golden armor was healing itself at a visible speed, as if even the armor itself was alive.

His crimson eyes stared at Zhou Sheng, and he jumped slightly again.

"That's interesting."

(End of this chapter)