Fang Zhen felt that within his line of sight, there was no one who could match him.
Ever since Lu Bu's death, Guan Yunchang had looked at everyone else as if they were just waiting to be beheaded.
At this moment, Fang Zhen could somewhat understand how the Second Master must have felt back then.
Looking at Viscount Montagu's soldiers on the hillside, he felt a sense of absolute certainty and fearlessness, as if all of them together weren't enough for him to take on by himself.
He brought his left hand to his lips and let out a sharp whistle.
The sound of the whistle rang out, long and clear.
He lowered his hand and beckoned to Viscount Montagu's soldiers on the slope.
The gesture was extremely provocative.
And Viscount Montagu's soldiers did indeed take the bait.
Seeing Fang Zhen beckoning, the soldiers seemed to feel mocked. A stir ran through their ranks, and it sounded like some were shouting angrily.
Before long, the soldiers seemed to reach a consensus.
