Nine dragons fight for the throne, I don't want to sit on this throne

Huo Quji's wild laughter suddenly exploded in the silent battlefield, full of sadness, ridicule and an almost crazy determination, breaking the brief silence brought about by Chu Ning's persuasion to surrender.

He suddenly pushed away the personal soldier who was supporting him, and although he staggered, he managed to stand firm by relying on his willpower.

He raised his hand and used his blood-stained arm guard to wipe away the blood that kept flowing from the corner of his mouth. His eyes were like two cold torches, fixed firmly on Chu Ning who was sitting high on his horse.

"Surrender? Submit? Survive? Hahahaha!"

Huo Quji's laughter stopped abruptly, replaced by a thunderous rebuke. Every word seemed to be laced with blood and tears: "Chu Ning! Don't dream of this! I, Huo Quji, am a minister of the Han Dynasty in life and a ghost of the Han Dynasty in death!"

"If it weren't for the late emperor's kindness and trust, how could I, Huo Quji, be where I am today?"

"The late emperor's kindness to me is as great as a mountain. We are a harmonious relationship between ruler and subject. I will never forget this kindness and this virtue!"

His voice trembled with excitement and injury, but it became increasingly louder, like an oath, ringing in everyone's ears:

"You first murdered the late Emperor of the Han Dynasty, then launched this unjust war, invaded our territory, and massacred our people! This is a national and familial hatred, irreconcilable!"

"If I, Huo Quji, surrender to you, wouldn't I be worse than pigs and dogs? How can I have the dignity to stand between heaven and earth? How can I have the dignity to face the late emperor in the underworld?!"

He took a few deep breaths, and the wound on his chest began to bleed again due to excitement, but the light in his eyes became more intense and crazy:

"Today, I, Huo Quji, will die for my country and fulfill my loyalty! You want me to surrender? Wishful thinking!"

After saying that, he suddenly looked at Chu Ning, an almost ferocious and arrogant smile appeared on his face, and he issued a final, earth-shattering challenge:

"Chu Ning! Do you dare to put aside your imperial airs and fight a fair battle with a dying man like me?"

"Before I die, let me learn one last lesson from your Chu Emperor's brilliant tactics!"

As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was shocked!

Zhao Yu sneered and pointed his silver spear at Huo Quji: "Huo Quji! You are already at the end of your strength, seriously injured and dying. Are you worthy enough to fight His Majesty?"

"You are simply asking for your own death! Why would His Majesty need to kill you personally?"

However, Chu Ning, who was sitting upright on his horse, slowly raised his hand and stopped Zhao Yu.

His gaze fell on Huo Quji's resolute and crazy face, and a very complex emotion flashed in his eyes, including admiration, regret, but more of an emperor's indifference to the hero's end.

He spoke slowly, his voice still calm, yet with the majesty of a man who agreed to a fateful duel: "Well, Huo Quji, you are, after all, a famous general, the last backbone of the Han Dynasty."

"I respect your loyalty, bravery and integrity."

He nodded slightly, as if giving his opponent the final dignity:

"I will give you this opportunity to complete this final journey as a military commander, not as a prisoner."

After saying that, Chu Ning actually took a long iron spear from the guard beside him.

He shook his wrist lightly, and the tip of the gun drew a cold light in the air, showing that his martial arts skills were by no means ordinary.

"His Majesty!"

The surrounding Chu generals exclaimed in surprise, thinking that this move was too risky.

Chu Ning just smiled faintly, his eyes fixed on Huo Quji: "It's okay."

When Huo Quji saw Chu Ning accept the challenge, a terrifying light burst out of his eyes, which was a mixture of the flames of revenge, the determination to die and the final crazy fighting spirit!

He smiled grimly and suddenly jumped onto a warhorse brought by his personal soldiers. Although his movements seemed a little slow due to the pain, the hand holding the gun was as steady as a rock.

"Bring some wine!" Huo Quji growled.

A personal soldier handed over the last water bag with tears in his eyes.

Huo Quji tilted his head back and took a few gulps, then threw the water bag to the ground!

"Chu Ning! Accept your death!"

"as you wish!"

The two men urged their horses on almost at the same time and charged towards each other!

Although Huo Quji was seriously injured and his physical strength was on the verge of exhaustion, at this moment, he seemed to have a last glimmer of life, pouring all the last strength, all the will, all the unwillingness and anger in his life into this final blow!

His gunmanship abandoned all defense, leaving only the purest, most fiercest, and most ruthless attack! Every shot went straight to Chu Ning's vitals, as fast as lightning and extremely ruthless!

Chu Ning's eyes narrowed slightly, and he obviously did not expect that Huo Quji's dying attack would be so powerful.

He did not dare to be negligent, and waved the spear in his hand to guard the place tightly.

His marksmanship is majestic, steady and experienced, and his defense contains fierce counterattacks.

"Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang!"

The two guns clashed wildly, sparks flew everywhere, and the sharp sound of collision continued!

The two men and their horses circled and fought in one place.

Huo Quji fought with a completely reckless style, exchanging injuries for injuries and risking his life!

In such a short period of time, he relied on his blood and energy to fight against Chu Ning who was in good condition and it was hard to tell who would win!

The tip of Chu Ning's gun brushed past Huo Quji's shoulder armor, leaving a trail of sparks.

Huo Quji's spear tip nearly knocked Chu Ning's helmet tassel off! The danger was so great that the soldiers on both sides held their breath!

This duel has long surpassed the scope of martial arts and has become the ultimate collision of will and belief!

However, Huo Quji eventually ran out of energy. The intense exercise caused his wounds to burst, and blood quickly stained his armor red. His movements began to become distorted and his speed began to slow down.

Under the fierce attack, the flaw finally appeared!

Chu Ning keenly captured this fleeting opportunity!

A cold light flashed in his eyes, and the spear that was originally on the defensive suddenly burst out with a shocking attack like a dormant poisonous snake!

He skillfully deflected the spear that Huo Quji thrust at him with all his might, then with a flick of his wrist, the spear stabbed straight ahead like lightning, at an extremely tricky angle, so fast that it was impossible for people to react!

"Pfft——!"

The dull sound of a sharp weapon piercing through armor and tearing flesh was clearly heard by everyone present!

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Chu Ning's iron spear pierced Huo Quji's heart with incredible precision! The tip of the spear protruded from his back, dripping with warm blood.

Huo Quji's forward momentum came to an abrupt halt.

His body suddenly stiffened and he looked down in disbelief at the gun barrel that pierced his chest.

All his strength was instantly drained from his body, and the spear in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He raised his head with difficulty, looked over Chu Ning's shoulder, and looked far away in the direction of Chang'an City, the capital of the Han Dynasty.

The madness, fighting spirit, and unwillingness in his eyes faded like the tide, and in the end, only an indescribable calmness and a trace of deep attachment remained.

He used up his last bit of strength and muttered to himself, his voice so soft that it was almost inaudible, but it seemed to contain endless weight: "Your Majesty... I... am here to accompany you..."

As he finished speaking, the light in his eyes completely disappeared, his head slowly drooped, and his body lost all support.