Eastern Han Dynasty, not the Three Kingdoms

After thirty or forty rounds, Yang Qiu finally began to show signs of defeat due to the disparity in strength. Wu Anguo seized the opportunity and knocked Yang Qiu's weapon away with a hammer. Yang Qiu stumbled and took a few steps back. At this moment, Wu Anguo immediately withdrew his attack and did not pursue him.

Yang Qiu steadied himself and looked at Wu Anguo, his eyes filled with admiration and respect. He clasped his hands together and said, "Brother, your martial arts are superb and your strength is boundless. I am truly convinced!" Wu Anguo smiled and returned the greeting, saying, "Brother, you are agile and your moves are exquisite. If it weren't for my strength, I would have found it difficult to defeat you."

Seeing Yang Qiu defeated, Cheng Yin's competitive spirit was instantly ignited. He suddenly stepped out from the banquet table, quickly walked over to Ma Chao, bowed respectfully, and said loudly, "General, I would also like to try my hand at the competition!" Ma Chao smiled, his eyes full of encouragement, and readily agreed, "Yes!"

Upon hearing this, Cheng Yin's spirits lifted. With his long sword in hand, he walked briskly to the training ground. He and Wu Anguo stood opposite each other, exchanged greetings, and then began a fierce duel.

Cheng Yin's swordplay was swift and fierce, its flashes whirring like the wind as it gleamed. He attempted to overpower Wu Anguo with a swift attack. However, Wu Anguo remained unwavering, his hammer easily countering Cheng Yin's attacks. After dozens of rounds, Cheng Yin's strength gradually wore him down. A moment of carelessness allowed Wu Anguo to exploit his weakness, and with a single swing of his hammer, he knocked the sword from his grasp. Cheng Yin had no choice but to concede defeat.

The Eight Knights of Xiliang had already defeated two of their men in a row. Seeing this, the other six all looked at each other with fear, and no one dared to act rashly again.

Seeing this, Zu Mao, a subordinate of Sun Ce, could not contain himself and strode to the center of the training ground.

Zu Mao looked at Wu Anguo and Pan Feng, a look of emotion in his eyes, and said, "Back then, you and I were all unfortunately captured by Dong Zhuo's army. We all thought our fates were over, but General Ma Chao showed mercy and released us. Thinking back on that experience, it still feels like yesterday." Wu Anguo nodded and replied, "Yes, if it weren't for General Ma Chao's kindness, who knows what would have happened to us. This meeting is fate, but since we are on the training ground today, we should still compete with each other based on our abilities." Zu Mao smiled brightly, "Of course!"

With that, the competition officially began. Zu Mao, wielding his long sword, launched the first attack, his strikes fierce and powerful. Wu Anguo, unfazed, swung his sledgehammer with unstoppable force, each blow packing astonishing power.

After dozens of rounds, Zu Mao's offensive gradually weakened, his breathing becoming more rapid. Despite his extraordinary bravery, Wu Anguo's strength and skill were superior. Finally, Wu Anguo seized the opportunity and knocked Zu Mao's long sword away with a blow of his hammer. Zu Mao staggered and took a few steps back.

Zu Mao steadied himself and sighed, "I lost. Brother Wu is really amazing!" Wu Anguo bowed and said, "Brother Zu is also very brave. If we fight for a few more rounds, I'm afraid I won't be able to withstand it." The two smiled at each other, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

After Zu Mao's tragic defeat in a fierce battle, Huang Gai, one of Sun Ce's four generals, discerned the key to the situation with his sharp eyes. He reasoned that a powerful and formidable warrior like Wu Anguo would struggle to maneuver freely on horseback, his movements inevitably clumsy. Only by exploiting this weakness could he hope for victory. Without hesitation, Huang Gai leaped onto the smoke-filled battlefield and shouted, his voice like a bell, "General Wu, do you dare to engage me on horseback?" Wu Anguo, known for his fiery temperament, was enraged by these provocative words. He immediately mounted his horse and charged fiercely.

In an instant, the two horses collided. Huang Gai's spear thrust out with swift force like a silver snake emerging from a cave, while Wu Anguo wielded his sledgehammer with the force of a tiger. Both men possessed immense power and strength, but Wu Anguo seemed sluggish in their maneuvers across the battlefield. Huang Gai seized the opportunity, deftly avoiding Wu Anguo's ferocious blow, then thrust his spear like lightning into Wu Anguo's vulnerable spot. Wu Anguo was unable to dodge, and Huang Gai's spear knocked him off his horse. Ultimately, Huang Gai successfully defeated Wu Anguo.

Huang Gai had just defeated Wu Anguo and barely had time to catch his breath when Xu Huang, glaring, galloped down the field, brandishing his heavy, gleaming axe. Undeterred, Huang Gai thrust his spear forward to meet his blow. The spear and axe clashed with a deafening clang. Xu Huang's axe's powerful force was unstoppable, each blow accompanied by a whirring sound; Huang Gai's spear was agile and versatile, like a dragon playing in the water. But after thirty or forty rounds, Huang Gai began to feel the strain, his strength gradually failing him, and he was succumbing to Xu Huang's ferocious onslaught.

At this crucial moment, Pan Feng, unable to contain his burning will, strode forth, his massive, heavy axe in hand, to confront Xu Huang on foot. Xu Huang was equally formidable with his axe, and the two engaged in a fierce exchange of blows, each refusing to yield. Xu Huang's axe swung with a force like a mountain, while Pan Feng countered it with sheer force, meeting it with unstoppable momentum. The clash of metal resonated through the air, sparks flying everywhere. But Xu Huang's strength ultimately outmatched Pan Feng's, and after a grueling battle, Xu Huang gradually lost ground. Pan Feng, seizing the opportunity, unleashed a powerful blow, knocking Xu Huang's weapon aside with one blow. Seizing the momentum, he pressed forward, overcoming Xu Huang's defense and defeating him.

Zhang Liao had been simmering with frustration over his failure in the previous archery contest. Seeing Pan Feng's impressive display of prowess on the field, his fighting spirit was ignited. Eyes wide, hair standing on end, teeth clenched, he brandished his gleaming sword, legs clamped down on the horse's belly, and the steed beneath him neighed as he charged forward like an arrow from a bow.

Zhang Liao, Lü Bu's former foremost general, often lost sight of his prowess, often overlooked by Lü Bu's reputation. As a result, many only saw his and Gao Shun's tenacity, yet few anticipated his exceptional martial prowess. A truly remarkable Zhang Liao! Facing Pan Feng's powerful axe, he showed no fear, but instead a fierce fighting spirit. Veins bulged in his hand as he gripped the sword, and his eyes betrayed a resolute killing intent.

In an instant, the flashes of swords and axes crisscrossed, the sound of metal clashing deafening. The two had already engaged in thirty or forty rounds. Pan Feng, on foot against a mounted warrior, was already at a relative disadvantage and suffering significant losses. Each swing of his axe required more energy, and his feet retreated constantly to withstand the impact of Zhang Liao's steed's charge. Furthermore, Zhang Liao, seizing the openings to counterattack, displayed exceptionally sharp swordplay, a relentless flow of wind and rain. Each strike packed immense force, delivered at cunning angles, leaving Pan Feng unable to defend. His sword alternately slashed horizontally, chopped straight down, and slashed diagonally, leaving Pan Feng unable to defend.

Gradually, Pan Feng's strength wore thin, and his movements slowed. His breathing became heavy and rapid, beads of sweat fell from his forehead like rain, and the axe in his hand seemed to grow heavier. After fifty or sixty rounds, Zhang Liao, seizing the perfect moment, dodged Pan Feng's weakened axe and struck back with the flat of his blade. Pan Feng stumbled, his feet gave way, and he fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust. He stared at Zhang Liao, his eyes etched with resentment, but he knew he was no longer able to fight and could only concede defeat.

The atmosphere on the parade grounds was tense to the extreme. Zhang Liao was now the center of attention. He sat astride his steed, broadsword in hand, looking majestic and awe-inspiring, his gaze gleaming with a resolute fighting spirit. Pang De, unable to contain his inner excitement, shoved his horse's horns, brandished his broadsword, and charged down the battlefield like a gust of wind.

As Ma Chao's most trusted and beloved general, Pang De grew up almost together with Ma Chao. Over the years, he has been deeply guided by Ma Chao and his martial arts skills have reached a superb level.

At that moment, Zhang Liao and Pang De stood facing each other, each gripping a broadsword, its blades gleaming coldly in the sunlight. Zhang Liao took the initiative, shouting loudly, raising his broadsword high and slashing at Pang De with thunderous force. Pang De, undeterred, blocked the blow with his sword. A loud clang sounded, sparks flew, and both men's arms shook.

Pang De then launched a counterattack, his swordsmanship fierce, each strike aimed at Zhang Liao's vital points. Zhang Liao was agile, dodging left and right, looking for an opportunity to counterattack. The two men's swords clashed, back and forth, each collision producing a deafening sound.

Dust billowed, and the war horses neighed incessantly. They had fought for hundreds of rounds, yet the outcome remained undetermined. Both men were sweating profusely, yet they showed no sign of pausing. The intense battle held everyone's breath, their eyes closely following their every move, fearing to miss even a single exciting moment.

At the banquet, everyone stopped drinking and watched intently. The foreign leaders and envoys stood stunned, cheering loudly at the two men's spectacular contest. They had fought for over a hundred rounds, yet the outcome remained a close one. Both men were sweating profusely, yet they showed no sign of pausing. The intense battle held everyone's breath, their eyes closely following their every move, fearing to miss even a single moment.

At this moment, Sun Ce also became interested. His eyes blazed with a fiery light, his entire body instantly ablaze with fighting spirit. Immediately, he seized his spear and mounted his horse, his nimble figure swift as lightning. His steed neighed, its hooves whirring as Sun Ce leaped out of the battle formation, spear in hand, charging into the battle like a raging whirlwind with unstoppable force.

Because the two were still fighting fiercely and the winner had not yet been decided, Sun Ce, who had always been extremely brave, said loudly and heroically: "I will not take advantage of you two. You two can fight with me." His voice was like a bell, echoing in the empty training ground, showing his heroic spirit.