Three Kingdoms: Conquer Wu from Maicheng with Cavalry and Swords, Don't Fall Behind

"To be able to fight my elder brother to a standstill with sheer brute force—is this the mark of a top-tier warrior?"

Zhang Bao's gaze deepened as he looked at the floating lightning bolts suspended in mid-air, which exuded an aura of destruction.

"Brother, he clearly doesn't want us to join the battle; he wants a real man's duel." Zhang Liang said with a wry smile.

Zhang Jiao went into the mountains to gather herbs and encountered the Old Immortal of Nanhua, who taught him the "Essential Techniques of Great Peace." From this, he gained access to Taoist arts and the Heavenly Book, founded the Way of Great Peace, and passed on his inner energy to his two brothers. The two brothers, with their mortal bodies, were comparable to peerless warriors, but alas, they could not fight on the battlefield.

The setting sun casts long shadows, one after another.

The Martial Saint was nine feet tall, with a face like a red date, phoenix eyes, and silkworm eyebrows. He stood silently, exuding a domineering and heroic aura, as awe-inspiring as a god.

Judging from his demeanor, he could not be considered an ordinary person; rather, he seemed to be a celestial being descended to earth, truly a peerless martial arts master who transcended worldly affairs.

Zhang Jiao was surrounded by lightning, making him appear extraordinary and otherworldly. His eyes shone brightly, and he looked proudly at the world.

After a fierce battle, the steamed buns were worn down one by one. Qi Ye had no time to feel sorry for them, continuing to parry. If all else failed, he would have no choice but to resort to that move.

The Martial Saint's Crescent Blade rang out with a clang, transforming into the low murmur of a hidden dragon that resounded through the heavens, shaking the very souls of all who heard it.

Although war is based on deception, the Han Dynasty still valued martial prowess and morality. Zhang Jiao, with his flowing beard and hair, charged forward alone.

The Martial Saint feigned a step and raised his hand, returning Zhang Jiao's attack with a clang. His body continued to move like lightning, the afterimage lingering before the blade arrived.

But then a dragon's roar suddenly rose, and the decapitation strike was precisely parried by the nine-section staff.

The Martial Saint wielded his sword to slay his enemies, the blade striking with immense force and piercing the heavens.

Zhang Jiao used magic to defend himself, erecting an indestructible barrier of lightning, but it was crushed by this blade, leaving not a trace of lightning in an instant.

Just as the Green Dragon Crescent Blade finished its heavy blow and sheathed its blade to test the waters, the Nine-Section Staff pierced the Martial Saint's hesitation, and blood flew up.

Zhang Jiao's second thrust with his nine-section staff was quite slow, so the Martial Saint decisively countered. With a loud "bang," Zhang Jiao was sent flying, with lightning crackling around him, blocking the overwhelming pressure.

Zhang Jiao dared not make any rash moves, and his body was brewing thunder.

"Since you won't come, then I will come myself." Qi Ye finished his last bun and faced the challenge head-on.

Zhang Jiao was certainly prepared for the Martial Saint's initial strike, so he restrained his attack, using a front kick to break through the opponent's momentum, a slash to seal the throat, and then, with the momentum, he leaped into the air. Azure Dragon Flame swept across with overwhelming force.

Zhang Jiao leaps forward, brandishing his staff in a swift and deadly attack. His body is riddled with openings, seemingly giving the enemy an excellent opportunity to counterattack, but in reality, it conceals a deadly intent.

The Martial Saint swiftly turned around, unleashing a powerful strike that slightly soiled his robes. His Guan Dao side slash was incredibly fierce, the single blade roaring as he charged up his power for a powerful blow, a dragon's roar piercing the heavens, instantly scattering sparks everywhere.

Zhang Jiao's body was severely injured, and his skin was dull and lifeless.

"Normal attack!" Qi Ye tapped the keyboard and mouse three times, and the crescent blade could attack up to three times. The three-hit combo could be repeated continuously.

Zhang Jiao's chest heaved with shock, and his body was repeatedly shaken back.

"Heavy attack!" Qi Ye uses the keyboard and mouse to perform four heavy attacks, up to a maximum of four attacks, which can be repeated continuously.

With a series of "poof poof poof poof poof" sounds, the airflow around Zhang Jiao, which was rushing upwards, swirled back, and blood splattered everywhere, a truly shocking sight.

Defense + Charged Heavy Strike: Quickly unleash a three-hit combo, with the final hit knocking the target away.

The Martial Saint's rage and battle aura merged into one, transforming into a raging torrent, and the vast and boundless power of the Crescent Blade swept outwards.

Qi Ye pressed the dodge button, combined with the directional keys and heavy attack.

The Martial Saint leaped forward, flipped, and slammed into the ground, unleashing a fluid and unstoppable eleven-hit combo. With the final strike, Zhang Jiao fell to the ground in defeat.

Recharge in place, defend against recharge, dodge recharge – even the Great Master cannot withstand this!

The Martial Saint's eyes were arrogant and domineering, exuding an inexplicable divine power that made people's souls tremble. He was truly incomparably powerful.

He strode forward with the imposing Mohist mechanical prosthetic limb, extending an invitation to the Great Master.

Zhang Jiao closed his eyes for a long time, and when he opened them again to look directly at the Martial Saint, his eyes could not hide his sadness:

"Unexpectedly, many of our comrades have developed evil thoughts and even lost their true nature. Every time they achieve a great victory, they disregard the common people, forget their roots and lose their morality, wantonly harming the people they should be protecting."

"Yun Chang, kill me."

On the computer screen, an option popped up. Qi Ye instantly knew that this was the plot-driven death that players hated most.

The Martial Saint didn't cultivate internal energy; how could he possibly be a match for Zhang Jiao? The Taiping Essentials can directly trigger heavenly lightning—how terrifying!

Qi Ye considered it for a moment and decided to let the Great Teacher go.

The Martial Saint, brimming with righteous indignation, declared: "We must join hands and move forward side by side, so as not to fail the aspirations of true heroes. This time, let us temporarily put the situation back on track and remain true to our original intentions."

Zhang Jiao hesitated, pursing his lips and pressing his hand to his forehead. He had wanted to heal the people, but alas, the dragon slayer would also become a dragon himself.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Taiping Dao groups rose up everywhere, leading displaced people to break through prefectures and counties. They burned government offices and killed officials, sweeping through Qing, Xu, You, Ji, Yan and Yu provinces in just a few months.

The virtuous preacher has now become an out-of-control torrent, turning the entire Han Dynasty upside down.

Rural farmers are all people who love their land. Unless they are forced to do so, who would be willing to abandon their fields and houses to become bandits?

The Yellow Turbans were tyrannical, looting granaries, burning crops, and even wielding weapons to coerce people into joining their ranks.

The people were caught in a dilemma: if they didn't obey, they would die on the spot; if they obeyed, they might live for a few more days. They endured their grief and tears, bowed their heads, and followed. How could Zhang Jiao not know anything about this?

The Yellow Turbans were able to expand to a million strong in a short period of time not because the Great Sage Teacher was all-powerful and benevolent, but because there were thieves who committed all kinds of evil.

Seeing that the Great Teacher of Virtue was wavering, Qi Ye continued to type and persuade him:

"There was a man, born into the Han imperial family, who was a spoiled brat in his youth, extremely fond of luxury, dogs, horses, and fine clothes. At a time when the world was in chaos, he rose up as a hero. He rescued Kong Rong and aided Tao Qian, preferring to lose Xuzhou rather than abandon the people. He took Jingzhou and entered Yizhou, yet he did not harm a single hair to appease the people."

"Benevolence and virtue spread throughout the four seas, and trustworthiness and righteousness are renowned throughout the world."

"He was not discouraged by defeat, and even while living under the roof of others, he still held the banner of Han in his heart; he was not arrogant in victory, and even after becoming the King of Hanzhong, he remained true to his principles. He taught his descendants, 'Do not refrain from doing good because it is small, nor do evil because it is small,' and 'Only the virtuous and wise can win people's hearts.'"

"Throughout his life, he practiced benevolence and righteousness. Even when he was in dire straits and felt his thigh muscles grow back, he never deviated from benevolence. Compared to him, what are Brother Zhang's experiences?"

Zhang Jiao was taken aback: "My worthy brother, are you referring to Liu Bei?"

The Martial Saint smiled knowingly, which struck Zhang Jiao like a thunderbolt.

"I understand now, I have realized it. Guan Yu is unparalleled in his might, no man of this age. Today, I feel I can believe in humanity once more. Therefore, I humbly request Guan Yu to believe in me once more!"

Zhang Jiao gripped Guan Yu's outstretched arm, suddenly rose to his feet, and burst into hearty laughter. His wide sleeves billowed and rolled, naturally unfurling a scroll of celestial scripture shrouded in azure light. It seemed to suppress eternity and linger throughout the heavens.

When the scroll appeared in the world, it shone with countless rays of light, and contained talismans, incantations, and the art of summoning wind and rain.

The pages of the book fluttered in the wind, and one page drifted out and landed in front of the Martial Saint. The five large characters "Six Harmonies Divine Qi Gong" defied the heavens and soared into the sky.

The cowards of Jiangdong should all prepare to witness what it means to be the most unparalleled person in the world!