Zhan Peng clumsily dodged, his clothes already stained red with blood, his body adorned with numerous new wounds.
Pei Huaian, unscathed, his expression cold, watched Zhan Peng and sneered, "You've lost!"
"Who says this General has lost!"
With a low shout, Zhan Peng swung his broadsword and turned to hack at a nearby general.
The general's eyes widened in shock as he saw the long sword slowly flying towards him and froze.
Unable to react in time, the broadsword sped towards him, nearly severing his arm.
"Ding..."
A clear clanging sound echoed, Zhan Peng retracted his broadsword, surprised to see a short blade in Pei Huaian's right hand, precisely inserted into the sword's body, blocking the strike forcefully.
Pei Huaian picked up a long spear and attacked Zhan Peng, engaging him in combat once again.
