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The hooves struck the muddy ground, splattering clumps of black muck. The stout man gripped the long knife tightly in his hand, its blade reflecting a cold light under the moon.
"General, we have surrounded Huo Qing's army! Please instruct us on the next move!" A blood-soaked commander rode up beside the stout man, loudly seeking orders.
The stout man remained silent, merely nodding slightly. His gaze was sharp as he scanned the chaotic battlefield, searching for Huo Qing's figure.
"Huo Qing, I know you are here. Come out and stop hiding!" The stout man shouted, his voice echoing loudly in the still night.
"Hmph, I thought it was someone important; turns out it's just you, a defeated foe!" A cold snort came from afar, followed by a fierce warrior clad in dark iron armor, wielding a long spear, slowly stepping out from the crowd—it was indeed Huo Qing.
"Defeated foe? Roselle Blackgold, don't get too cocky!" Huo Qing glared with wide eyes, burning with fury. "Last time you escaped by luck; this time, I will slay you beneath my horse!"
With that, Huo Qing fiercely squeezed his horse's belly, and the steed let out a roar as it charged toward the stout man like an arrow released from a bow.
Seeing this, the stout man's lips curled into a cold smile. He suddenly drew his long knife and swung it toward Huo Qing, unleashing a fierce blade aura.
"Huo Qing, let’s settle our grievances tonight!" The stout man's voice boomed across the battlefield.
He squeezed his horse's belly as well, causing it to rear up and let out a deafening neigh. Huo Qing was undeterred, his long spear striking like a silver dragon emerging from the sea, aiming directly for the stout man's throat.
The two riders passed each other in a flash of blades and sparks. Huo Qing missed his strike and pulled back in astonishment. He hadn't expected the stout man's martial skills to be so formidable—he seemed like a different person from before.
"You... you actually concealed your strength?!" Huo Qing gritted his teeth, disbelief lacing his tone.
The stout man let out a cold laugh without responding, swinging his long knife once more to attack Huo Qing. Where the blade passed, the air seemed to tear apart with piercing shrieks.
Huo Qing did not dare to be careless and quickly raised his gun to defend himself. With a loud clang, he felt a numbness in his arms and a faint pain in his palms. He was secretly shocked; the fat man's strength was indeed terrifying!
The two men clashed again, their blades flashing as they exchanged blows, the battle exceptionally fierce. The surrounding soldiers were stunned; they had never witnessed such an extraordinary fight and momentarily forgot about the chaos of battle.
Cang Feng stood at a distance, watching the fight with immense shock. He had always known that the fat man was hiding his true abilities, but he never expected his strength to be so formidable.
"Who is the general... really?" one of the personal guards couldn't help but ask, his eyes filled with awe.
Cang Feng shook his head, his gaze fixed on the center of the battlefield as he slowly replied, "I am not sure, but one thing is certain: he is definitely not an ordinary person."
On the battlefield, the fight between the fat man and Huo Qing had reached a boiling point. Huo Qing became increasingly alarmed as he realized he was gradually falling into a disadvantage.
"It’s impossible! This can’t be happening!" Huo Qing shouted angrily; he could not believe he was losing to someone he had once defeated.
"Huo Qing, you are too arrogant!" The fat man snorted coldly, his long knife becoming even more fierce. "Today will be your end!"
"Want to kill me? It won't be that easy!" Huo Qing roared, shaking his spear violently, creating a flurry of spear shadows that enveloped the fat man.
The fat man remained calm, wielding his long knife with precision to deflect Huo Qing's attacks one by one.
Suddenly, the fat man seized a flaw in Huo Qing's technique. With lightning speed, he thrust his long knife toward Huo Qing's chest.
"Thud!"
The long knife pierced through Huo Qing's armor, blood instantly staining the blade.
"You..." Huo Qing looked down at the wound on his chest in disbelief, his eyes filled with reluctance and despair.
The fat man slowly drew out his long knife, and Huo Qing's body swayed before finally falling off the horse.
"General!" The surrounding soldiers exclaimed in shock upon seeing this.
"Retreat! Quickly retreat!" Huo Qing's deputy saw the situation was dire and immediately ordered a withdrawal.
The imperial soldiers, invigorated, began to pursue.
"Don't chase the desperate enemy!" The fat man ordered a halt to the pursuit upon seeing this.
He dismounted and walked over to Huo Qing's body, a complex expression flashing in his eyes.
"Huo Qing, we had no enmity between us, but we each serve our own masters. In the end, we have come to this fate; I cannot be blamed for being ruthless," the fat man sighed and reached out to close Huo Qing's eyes.
"General, we have won!" At that moment, Cang Feng rode up, his face full of excitement.
"Yes, we have won," the fat man nodded, but there was not a trace of joy in his eyes.
He raised his head and gazed into the distance, knowing that this war was far from over.
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