Chapter 293 Shameless

Han Fei stood in the center of the battlefield, blood dripping down his shoulder and staining the soil under his feet red.

He did not look at Feng Ting on the ground, but just stood there quietly, his eyes sweeping across Ji Wuye's army.

Everyone around was silent.

No one dared to speak.

In Ji Wuye's army, even those tall soldiers couldn't help but shrink their necks.

They looked at Han Fei as if they were looking at a monster.

A monster that could just knock over a warhorse with one punch and make a top general like Feng Ting spit blood.

"Han Fei!"

Ji Wuye's voice came from the other end of the battle formation, like a blunt knife scraping iron.

"Do you think you can turn the world upside down if you beat Feng Ting?"

He waved his hand, and a thin man behind him walked out.

The man was wearing black armor, holding a pair of short blades, and had an uncomfortable smile on his face.

"Han Fei."

The man stood in the center of the battlefield, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.

"I am Luo Qiang, the second-ranked killer under Ji Wuye."

"Don't get me wrong."

"I'm not here to avenge Feng Ting. Feng Ting is not smart enough. If he dies, he dies. He is useless anyway."

Luo Qiang raised the short blade in his hand.

"I just want to see if the legendary Han Fei, who is full of benevolence and morality, can survive three rounds under my double blades."

Han Fei didn't say anything.

He just looked at Luo Qiang as if he was looking at an extra stone.

The blood on his shoulder was still flowing, but he was too lazy to cover it.

Zhao Ji sat in the camp at the back, holding the bandage in her hand, her nails almost embedded in her palm.

She wanted to rush out.

She even stood up.

But Bai Jing reached out and pressed her shoulder.

"Miss Zhao Ji."

Bai Jing didn't look at her, but just lowered his head and flicked the bamboo slips in his hand.

"You forgot that Han Fei is not an ordinary person."

"He has never let anyone down."

Zhao Ji gritted her teeth and didn't speak.

But her fingers had already made deep wrinkles in the bandage.

Luo Qiang moved.

He was like a poisonous snake, without making any sound under his feet, and the whole person was like a gust of black wind, approaching Han Fei in an instant.

The short blade stabbed Han Fei's throat fiercely.

"You are good at fighting."

Luo Qiang's voice rang in Han Fei's ears: "But your life ends here today."

Han Fei did not move.

Luo Qiang's short blade was less than an inch away from his throat.

Just when everyone thought Han Fei was dead, he suddenly stretched out his hand.

"Snap!"

Han Fei's hand was like an iron clamp, tightly holding Luo Qiang's wrist.

Luo Qiang's movements froze.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but Han Fei's hand was as motionless as iron.

"Your knife," Han Fei said coldly.

"It's a bit blunt."

After saying that, he twisted it with his backhand.

"Crack!"

Luo Qiang's wrist was twisted off, and the short blade fell to the ground.

Luo Qiang let out a short scream, but the next second, his body was thrown out fiercely by Han Fei.

"Bang!"

Luo Qiang's body hit the ground, rolled several times, and finally hit a stone before stopping.

He didn't get up for a long time.

"You...you..." He spit out a mouthful of blood from his mouth and looked up at Han Fei.

"What the hell are you?"

Han Fei looked at him and didn't answer.

He glanced at Ji Wuye opposite him, as if asking: "Who else?"

Ji Wuye's face was so gloomy that water was about to drip out.

He looked coldly at the other person behind him.

It was a tall and strong man holding a huge mace in his hand.

"Shi Ba."

Ji Wuye suppressed his anger: "You go."

The strong man came out with a simple smile on his face.

"Han Fei, right?"

Shi Ba raised the mace in his hand and swung it twice casually, and two deep pits were smashed on the ground.

"My name is Shi Ba."

"I'm not like those petty killers. I only know one thing."

"Smash people."

"Smash people into pulp."

He pointed at Han Fei, "You will be the first prince to be smashed into pulp by me."

Han Fei still didn't speak.

He just took a step forward.

"Oh?" Shi Ba laughed.

"You're quite brave."

"But it's useless."

He raised his mace and smashed it down hard.

The mace came with a whistling sound and smashed towards Han Fei like a mountain.

"Bang!"

Shi Ba's mace hit the ground, and a huge pit was smashed on the ground, and dust flew.

But Han Fei was gone.

"Huh? Where is he?" Shi Ba raised his head in confusion.

"Here." Han Fei's voice came from behind him.

Shi Ba turned back suddenly, but only saw Han Fei's fist.

"Bang!"

Han Fei punched Shi Ba in the chest.

Shi Ba's body flew backwards like a boulder, breaking two trees, and finally fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His mace remained in the same place, standing alone.

Shi Ba struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

"You... you are a monster, right?" He raised his head and looked at Han Fei.

Han Fei ignored him and looked at Ji Wuye again: "How many are left?"

Ji Wuye's hands tightly grasped the reins, his knuckles white.

"Han Fei! Don't be complacent! Come on! Come on!"

Another person came out.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, holding a long whip in his hand.

"Han Fei."

The man swung the long whip in his hand, making a crisp "snap" sound.

"I am the best whip user under Ji Wuye, called Liubian."

"My whip can break a dog's bones."

"Are you ready?"

Han Fei raised his foot and walked towards Liubian, stepping on the still swirling dust with every step.

"Han Fei." Liubian swung the long whip in his hand, and the whip dragged a trail on the ground like a snake.

"I advise you not to get close, really."

He stopped and shook the whip in the air, making a crisp sound.

"I hate people playing with their lives the most. Look at Feng Ting and Shi Ba, they are living examples."

He kicked a small stone on the ground, and it flew not far away and landed next to a pool of blood.

"What about you, Han Fei? Want to try it too?"

Han Fei stopped, as if he was listening to Liubian's words seriously.

But the next second, he suddenly raised his head and shouted at the army on the opposite side: "There are so many traitors in South Korea, this country is really bullshit!"

His voice penetrated the battlefield, like a hammer hitting everyone's ears.

"You guys, under the banner of South Korea, took South Korea's resources, and what's the result? Turn around and follow Ji Wuye to cut your own people?"

"If this is not bullshit, what is it?"

Someone in the camp couldn't help but speak: "Young Master is right! These people are simply ungrateful!"

Someone then shouted: "Traitors are traitors, they don't even want face!"

Morale was ignited by Han Fei's words.

Zhao Ji leaned against the pillar of the tent, listening to Han Fei's voice, she smiled, lowered her head and picked up the dagger at hand, gently grinding it.

"You are quite good at talking."

She whispered, without stopping the movement of her hands at all.

Ji Wuye looked down at Han Fei from his horse and sneered: "Han Fei, you are good at talking, but do you think you can turn the situation around with just a few words? Don't dream."

A correct version of the book in 1619!

Han Fei looked up at Ji Wuye and raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth: "Situation? The situation you are talking about, the 'three games to decide the outcome' that you shouted so loudly just now?"

He raised his hand and pointed at Feng Ting and Shi Ba who were lying on the ground.

"In the first round, Feng Ting lost."

"In the second round, Shi Ba lost."

"In the third round, Liu Bian will soon lose."

He retracted his hand and spread his hands: "You said that the winner would be determined by three rounds. I have already won three rounds. Ji Wuye, do you mean what you said?"

Ji Wuye's face changed, and he immediately argued: "Three rounds is three rounds, but you sneaked into the court and broke the rules!"

He waved his hand violently and pointed at Han Fei: "You don't even follow the rules, and you have the nerve to blame me here?"

Han Fei looked at him as if he was looking at a child who was playing tricks.

"Ji Wuye, why didn't you mention the rules when Feng Ting was slashing at me just now?"

"Where were the rules when Shi Ba rushed over with a mace?"

"Or do your rules only apply to me?"

Ji Wuye gritted his teeth: "Han Fei, stop making trouble here! I want to capture Xinzheng today, can you stop me?"

Han Fei ignored him and turned to shout at the army on the opposite side: "Did you hear that? Ji Wuye said that the winner would be decided in three games, and now he has lost three games and still refuses to admit it!"

He turned around and pointed at Ji Wuye: "This is the general you are following, who can't even afford to lose!"

Someone in the army on the opposite side muttered in a low voice.

"Han Fei is right. General Ji just said that the outcome would be decided in three rounds. Why don't you admit it now?"

"Yes, Feng Ting was beaten like that, and Shi Ba couldn't get up. Isn't this considered a loss?"

"I heard that Han Fei is a scholar. It seems that scholars are more reliable than our generals."

This kind of whispering spread quickly, like water, spreading to the entire army.

Ji Wuye heard these words, and his hand holding the reins tightened, and his face was darker than the bottom of a pot.

"Shut up!" he roared.

"Anyone who dares to talk nonsense again will be executed immediately!"

But no matter how loud his voice was, it couldn't suppress those discussions.

Han Fei stood there with his hands folded across his chest, watching quietly, with a calmness that he was sure of victory.

Liu Bian was still standing in the center of the battlefield: "Han Fei, you see how lively they are talking, why don't we start first?"

He shook the whip in his hand, and the whip shadow drew an arc in the air.

"You don't have to worry about General Ji's face. Let's fight. Whoever wins will have the final say."

Han Fei glanced at Liu Bian.

"Then hurry up."

Liu Bian's whip was like a poisonous snake, heading straight for Han Fei's face.

Han Fei did not move.

The whip stopped less than an inch away from his face and was caught by two fingers of Han Fei.

Liu Bian was stunned for a moment: "You are quite fast."

Han Fei did not answer him, but just pulled hard.

The other end of the whip was still in Liu Bian's hand, and he was dragged forward and staggered.

Han Fei raised his foot and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground.

Liu Bian struggled to get up, coughing up blood: "You kicked hard."

Han Fei walked up to him and looked down at him: "You lost."

Liu Bian raised his hand and wanted to move again, but Han Fei stepped on his wrist.

"Stop moving, you are not my opponent."

Han Fei turned to look at Ji Wuye: "Three rounds, I won, are you going to withdraw now, or continue to lose?"

Ji Wuye did not speak, his face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.

He looked at Han Fei, at his three men lying on the ground, and the reins in his hand tightened.

Han Fei looked at him, did not urge him, just stood there, as if giving him time to slowly admit defeat.

"General Ji." The voice came from behind Ji Wuye, from one of his deputy generals.

"General, let's withdraw... If we continue to fight, the morale of the army will be scattered."

Ji Wuye did not look back, but just gritted his teeth and looked at Han Fei.

"Han Fei, don't be complacent."

"Losing today does not mean you will lose tomorrow."

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand fiercely: "Withdraw!"

Ji Wuye's army began to slowly retreat.

Han Fei stood there, looking at their backs, with a smile on his lips.

On the distant city wall, King Han stood there, sweating profusely.

His hands tightly grasped the battlements of the city wall, and his nails almost dug into the stone.

"Han Fei... you bastard." King Han cursed in a low voice.

Zhao Ji looked at Han Fei's back in the camp, and exhaled gently, as if the stone pressing on her heart finally fell to the ground.

She looked at Han Fei, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"This guy is really worrying."

Han Fei stood in the center of the battlefield, bloodstains winding down his shoulders, staining his arms and lapels red.

He watched Ji Wuye's army retreat quietly, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Who is he?

No one spoke, but this question was echoing in everyone's mind.

A scholar who was ridiculed for being powerless all day long actually knocked over a warhorse with one punch and knocked off a heavy armored general with one hand.

This is even more absurd than the legend.

Zhao Ji looked at Han Fei, and her fingers gently clenched the bandage.

Why did Han Fei, who always stood in front of the desk and talked freely, suddenly become such a powerful person who was incomprehensible?

She tightened the bandage tightly, loosened and tightened it, and finally sighed softly.

This guy is really worrying.

Bai Jing stood beside her, moved away from the bamboo slips, and said leisurely: "I said it before, Han Fei has never been an ordinary person."

He put the bamboo slips into his sleeves and yawned lazily.

"Miss Zhao Ji, you should get used to it. He is a guy who likes to hide and always waits until the end to show his cards."

After he finished speaking, he turned his head to look at Han Fei, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly.

"However, today's cards are really scary."

Han Fei did not look back. He watched Ji Wuye's army retreat completely and slowly loosened his fists.

But he did not feel relieved because of the victory.

Ji Wuye is a thorough conspirator. This retreat is likely just the beginning of his next plan.

On the distant wall, King Han stood there, and the attendant beside him handed him a handkerchief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his head while staring at Han Fei.

"This kid... How come I haven't heard of him being so good at fighting before?"

He muttered in a low voice.

"Has he been pretending all these years?"

Han Fei turned and walked towards the camp.

When he passed by the soldiers, he heard a lot of whispers.

"Did you see the punch that the young master just threw? It directly knocked over Shi Ba's horse!"

"And Feng Ting, that guy is Ji Wuye's top general, but he was knocked down by the young master with one hand and vomited blood."

"The young master always says that he doesn't know martial arts. I think he is too lazy to fight. If he had fought earlier, how could Ji Wuye dare to be so arrogant?"

"Hey, this is our young master! Our young master is powerful!"

Han Fei listened to these discussions, and there was only one thing in his mind.

Zhao Ji's injury.

Zhao Ji was sitting in the tent, bandaging her arm with a bandage.

The wound on her face had scabbed over, but the blood oozing from the bandage on her chest was still heartbreaking.

Han Fei saw this scene as soon as he opened the curtain.

He stood at the door and frowned at her for a long time.

"Can't you take a good rest?"