High Martial Arts Three Kingdoms: The Incompetent Strategist

The two attacked faster and faster, leaving scratches all over the ground and destroying all the trees on both sides.

Just one breath, all it takes is the time it takes to catch your breath!

Qu Mu was already somewhat stretched thin and was waiting for his opponent to catch his breath. Just one chance, just one opportunity to regroup, and his opponent would surely be dead.

The opponent's relentless offensive seemed endless; instead of stopping, they fought with increasing ferocity.

His superb horsemanship, combined with his unseen and bizarre marksmanship, allowed him to suppress me for so long, even though he was of a higher level.

Several times he even considered giving up the opportunity to assassinate and trying again at a different time and place.

Tang Ke was in agony. He could clearly feel that his body was severely overdrawn. The prolonged burst of physical exertion initially caused him pain, but later he became completely numb.

But he knew he couldn't stop now; the slightest lapse in concentration would mean certain death.

This was the closest he had ever come to death since he transmigrated!

The Qi family spear technique has reached its final move.

With a long whistle, he pushed all his strength to the limit, spurred his horse on, and galloped towards Qu Mu.

He became one with his spear, concentrating all his strength on the spear tip. The trembling sound of the spear tip even drowned out the thunderous sound of the horse's hooves.

His momentum reached its peak at that moment, causing the entire army to retreat in disarray!

Closer and closer, the spear tip in Qu Mu's eyes rapidly expanded, and he finally had the chance to gather his strength!

This is also an opportunity for the opponent!

The aura displayed by the opponent before him had surpassed that of a sixth-rank opponent, and even surpassed that of a sixth-rank opponent, bringing him to the same level as himself.

A series of countermeasures flashed through his mind. If he were to take this attack head-on, the two of them might be separated by life and death in an instant.

Should he take the hit head-on or dodge? He had to make a decision in a split second.

The moment Tang Ke leaped onto his horse and thrust his spear through the air, Qu Mu finally gave his answer.

He dodged the incredibly powerful attack with a quick movement.

An assassin's advantage is speed. It is very unwise to meet a general's full-force spear attack. Even if the strength is equal, it is impossible to withstand it.

Such a skillful use of gunplay beyond one's level is unlikely to be replicated by the opponent in a short period of time; it will then be one's turn to shine.

Just as he was congratulating himself on his wisdom and decisiveness, and waiting for the deafening sound to erupt behind him.

The distant sound of horses' hooves reached his ears.

He sensed something was wrong and turned around abruptly, only to find that Tang Ke had already ridden away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.

"Damn it, how dare you bluff! I'll kill you today."

Qu Mu flew into a rage and could no longer maintain the composure expected of an assassin.

It is very difficult for martial artists to break through each level. Both their mindset and body need to make breakthroughs. Many people can make breakthroughs at the critical moment of life and death, while many others are left with flaws that they can never overcome, and their strength stagnates or even regresses.

His decision to retreat at the critical moment of life and death has had a significant impact on his martial arts cultivation, especially since the opponent he retreated from was not on the same level as him. It will take him a long time to recover his mental state.

The move that left such a deep shadow on him turned out to be nothing more than a bluff!

Unforgivable! This brat must be killed today.

His movements were as swift as a ghost, and he leaped after it like a bat.

Outside He Jin's magnificent mansion, carriages and horses flowed day and night. While many high-ranking officials in the court sought to curry favor with him, even more extraordinary people came to seek refuge with him.

Currently, whether they are officials in Luoyang or elsewhere, if they want to advance further without being labeled as part of the eunuch faction, the only path they have is to follow in the footsteps of He Jin.

Although people didn't care much about his background as a butcher, at least he still had a respectful and humble demeanor.

Empress He is currently in favor, and even those who don't want to advance in their careers will often come to visit her. After all, coming here doesn't necessarily mean they can help, but at least they won't hold her back.

The guards of the mansion were used to the bustling scene at their gates, and they would only find it strange if no one came on a certain day. They had also seen many important figures of extraordinary origin coming and going.

In addition, He Jin wanted to maintain his image of being humble and respectful to scholars. Regardless of who the visitors were or what their status was, the guards were required not to be arrogant or domineering towards their master, but to be enthusiastic and do a good job of receiving them. This made the guards' ability to see things reach a new level.

As the thunderous sound of galloping hooves echoed rapidly at the end of the long street, pedestrians quickly parted to the sides, stopping to watch, eager to see which high-ranking official was being so ostentatious—a major taboo when entering the He residence.

A warhorse, its body covered in mud and dust, galloping wildly towards He Jin's residence, its momentum increasing without any sign of slowing down.

The man on horseback was covered in blood, lying on his back with his spear trailing behind him, seemingly not intending to dismount and request an audience as required by custom.

The galloping horse seemed to carry immense weight, and the guards in front of the mansion looked tense. Could it be that a tough opponent had arrived today? Coming to provoke the He family in broad daylight, they must have eaten the heart of a bear and the gall of a leopard.

Their hands were already quietly placed on the hilts of their swords, ready to cleave the ignorant brute and his horse in two.

Just as the horse was about to reach the gate of the mansion, and the guards' swords were already drawn, the person on horseback suddenly raised his head, revealing a familiar face.

"Make way! It's the Commander of the Imperial Guard!"

The guards hurriedly sheathed their swords and stepped aside, making way for the outrageous Lord Tang, who leaped onto his horse, flying over the steps and crashing heavily into the mansion.

The newly appointed leader of the Imperial Guards seemed to be seriously injured; his horse had been thrown four or five meters away and it was clear he was not going to make it.

Several quick-thinking individuals rushed forward to help him up and check his injuries, while others hurriedly went to the back room to report the situation.

"Lord Tang, are you badly injured?"

"Should we call a doctor?"

"Who dares to bully the Imperial Guards?"

The group's chatter and concern left Tang Ke's head, which was still ringing from being shaken, quite confused for a while.

"Thank you all, it's nothing." Tang Ke shook his head, barely managed to stand up, pointed his gun at the door, and laughed loudly.

Although he had many injuries, they were all superficial and not as serious as they appeared.

He was naturally quite proud of himself. After all, to face an expert two ranks higher than him and escape unscathed was truly remarkable for someone like him who had little practical experience.

"You surnamed Qu, since you can't kill me today, I will never let this go. We'll see what happens!"

Standing in the crowd some distance outside the mansion gate, Qu Mu watched for a long time, suppressing his urge to rush forward and try again. He sighed with regret in his heart and left the scene.