Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

The atmosphere in the tent was solemn, everyone intimidated by Lü Bu's might. Meanwhile, Ji Ling, one of Yuan Shu's generals, frowned slightly, his eyes etched with eagerness. He gripped his weapon tightly, seemingly ready to strike. However, Yuan Shu sensed Ji Ling's thoughts, narrowed his eyes slightly, and cast a stern look at him. Though Ji Ling felt reluctant, he could only suppress his impulse.

Elsewhere, Cao Cao's Xiahou brothers, Xiahou Dun and Xiahou Yuan, also displayed a hint of impatience. They exchanged glances, each sensing a burning desire for battle. But Cao Cao, ever perceptive, knew their thoughts and immediately silenced them with a look. After all, the Xiahou brothers were his trusted generals, and he couldn't bear to let them take such a risk. If any of them were injured on such a treacherous battlefield, Cao Cao would surely be heartbroken. Besides, with so many other princes present, since none had been called upon to fight, why would he force himself? Wouldn't it be better to quietly bide his time and seize the opportunity? And so, the tent fell into a repressive silence, each preoccupied with their own thoughts, pondering how to handle this thorny situation.

Gongsun Zan sat there leisurely, his expression tinged with disdain and mockery. He shouted, "Among all the nobles in my hall, so many brave generals, is there not a single one who has the courage to fight Lü Bu? Humph, if that doesn't work, I'll go myself!" Gongsun Zan, as a representative of one of the important factions and a key figure in promoting the rebellion, was already simmering with resentment at not being able to secure the position of leader. His words were like a resounding slap in the face of Yuan Shao, the leader of the alliance, making Yuan Shao's face turn extremely grim.

Han Fu had always been on good terms with Yuan Shao, and was even a former student of Yuan's. Naturally, he didn't want to see Yuan Shao in such a difficult situation. So, Han Fu hurried forward and shouted, "I have General Pan Feng, who can definitely kill him!" Han Fu's words were clearly meant to help Yuan Shao out, and Yuan Shao gave his old friend a look of gratitude.

Meanwhile, Kong Rong, the governor of Beihai, who had close ties with both Han Fu and Yuan Shao, was also deeply concerned when he saw this. After all, Lü Bu had already killed two generals, and Fang Yue and Mu Shun were no weaklings either. He feared further losses. So, Kong Rong spoke up, "I have the great general Wu Anguo. We can have them both fight Lü Bu together."

After hearing their lord's words, Generals Pan Feng and Wu Anguo both stepped out. They stood straight, with their heads held high and their chests puffed out, side by side in the tent.

Pan Fengsheng was a tall and imposing figure, with a broad back and broad shoulders, towering like a towering iron tower. His thick eyebrows and large eyes revealed a resolute and courageous spirit, while his broad face exuded a heroic air. His full beard added a touch of ruggedness and dominance, as if he were born with the murderous aura of the battlefield. He wore a formidable helmet and heavy armor. The great axe gleamed coldly on his shoulder, its massive blade exuding a chilling aura, as if ready to unleash a bloody hail on the battlefield at any moment.

Wu Anguo presented a different image. He was equally tall, but more agile than Pan Feng. His complexion was swarthy, his eyes piercing, revealing a calm and composed demeanor. He wore exquisite armor, a sword at his waist, and in his hands a heavy iron hammer, studded with ferocious spikes, a testament to its immense power. He stood there, awe-inspiring, his aura no less impressive than Pan Feng's, as if awaiting a single command to engage in a desperate battle with a formidable foe.

Seeing Pan Feng and Wu Anguo so impressive, Cao Cao turned to Yuan Shao and said, "These two generals possess an air of impressive presence and imposing aura. They will surely crush Lü Bu in this battle." He then ordered his soldiers, "Quickly warm two pots of wine." Soon, the soldiers brought two steaming cups of wine. Without hesitation, the two generals took the cups, raised their heads, and drank them all in one gulp. Then, resolutely drawing their weapons, they left the tent, mounted their horses, and charged at Lü Bu with unstoppable force, instantly engaging him in a fierce battle.

Seeing the two generals' extraordinary bearing, Lü Bu dared not underestimate them in the slightest. He immediately urged his horse to meet them and immediately engaged them in a fierce battle. The two generals were powerful and imposing, and every move they made was filled with overwhelming force.

From the outset of the battle, the two generals launched a fierce and ferocious attack like a torrential rain. They wielded their weapons with ferocious force, each powerful blow seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks. From the moment they clashed, the sheer force of their blows actually startled Lü Bu, who secretly marveled at their formidable prowess. However, they ultimately fell far short of Lü Bu's strength.

After battling the two generals for over ten rounds, Lü Bu, with his keen insight, quickly discerned that while they possessed immense power, they relied solely on brute force, lacking the subtlety and subtlety of their energy. Consequently, Lü Bu decided to change his strategy, abandoning a simple contest of strength. Lü Bu's painted halberd, like a nimble snake, whirled and danced through the air, deftly neutralizing the two generals' fierce counterattacks with supremely skillful force.

At this moment, the soldiers on both sides stared at the battlefield with wide eyes, and from time to time they cheered for their respective generals. The war drums were also beaten vigorously, and the dull and powerful drumbeats seemed to cheer for this fierce battle.

Each attack from the two generals was an all-out effort, carried with unparalleled momentum. Their weapons constantly collided with Lü Bu's painted halberd, sending forth strings of dazzling sparks. After thirty or forty fierce rounds, the two generals still failed to defeat Lü Bu. Yet, they did not flinch. Instead, their eyes widened, their courage growing ever greater, they swung their weapons even more desperately, attempting to break through Lü Bu's defenses.

After fighting for seventy or eighty rounds, the two generals' breathing gradually became rapid, sweat soaked their robes, and their strength began to falter. All of this was as Lü Bu had anticipated. He flexed his strength to continuously offset the two generals' heavy, crushing blows and chops, causing their attacks to repeatedly miss and their strength to be wasted.

After more than a hundred rounds, Wu Anguo's face flushed, his breath pounding, his movements slowing. Lü Bu seized the opportunity and unleashed a powerful, lightning-fast swing of his halberd, sending Wu Anguo's hammer, now weakened by his exhaustion, careening away. Wu Anguo, startled, was struck by Lü Bu's next blow before he could react. He fell from his horse like a kite with its string cut. Soldiers on both sides exclaimed in surprise, those on Lü Bu's side rejoicing, those on the other side expressing dejection.

Later, when Lü Bu faced Pan Feng alone, he appeared even more at ease. After another thirty or forty rounds of fierce fighting, Lü Bu unleashed another brilliant move. Though Pan Feng struggled to resist, he was ultimately overwhelmed and was brutally defeated. The entire battlefield seemed to stand still for a moment in this thrilling encounter. Everyone was stunned by Lü Bu's prowess, and his soldiers cheered wildly, celebrating their victory.

Seeing that the two generals had extraordinary bearings, Lu Bu did not take the opportunity to kill them even though the two sides were fighting and he had defeated them.

Zhang Liao, who was standing behind him, saw this and immediately ordered his men to capture the two generals. Following his orders, numerous soldiers rushed forward and quickly captured the two generals. At this moment, the Xiliang army erupted in thunderous cheers, the cheers surging like a wave, reaching the sky.

Generals such as Li Cui and Guo Si who were watching from Hulao Pass stared at Lu Bu who was showing off his might on the battlefield below. They were all stunned. They were shocked by Lu Bu's unstoppable bravery. They were shocked and awed, and could not recover for a long time, as if time had stopped at this moment.

When news of the two generals' capture reached the coalition forces, an uproar erupted. Han Fu and Kong Rong were deeply distressed upon hearing the news. They knew the strength and value of these two generals and felt extremely sorry and sad at their defeat.

Yuan Shao said with emotion: "It's a pity that my generals Yan Liang and Wen Chou have not arrived. If they were here, Lu Bu would not be so arrogant." His words revealed his deep expectations and unreserved trust in Yan Liang and Wen Chou, and at the same time he showed deep fear of Lu Bu's amazing bravery.

The other princes were also silent. Some feared they were no match for Lü Bu, while others hesitated to express their opinions after their generals suffered defeat. For a moment, the atmosphere became extremely heavy, as if the air itself had frozen. Each face was filled with solemnity and contemplation. The entire coalition camp was enveloped in a depressing atmosphere, as everyone pondered how to deal with this formidable foe.