Chapter 117: Chapter 115: Duel of Generals

Why did Fang Yang feel this duel of generals was so similar to the aristocratic battles of the Spring and Autumn period from his past life?

Because in war, everyone uses every scheme and trick they can.

You do whatever it takes to win, not caring if it’s despicable or not. Everything is results-oriented.

But because the eight great Golden Clans shared the same roots and could all be traced back to the same Primordial Ancestor—the Thunder Saint Venerable.

Thus, in the Xuan Domain, this special method of competition, the "duel of generals," was born.

This was especially true for Low Tier Cultivators.

On the grasslands, two armies faced each other.

The wind howled and banners fluttered. War drums thundered, and horses neighed.

Before tens of thousands of warriors, Fang Yang was about to begin his duel with Liu Manlou.

Liu Manlou was tall and powerfully built, clad in heavy black armor. He straddled a large, dark blue horse and wielded a heavy cyan poleaxe.

Behind Liu Manlou, a magnificent willow tree illusion hundreds of feet tall manifested, giving him an extraordinary aura.

In contrast...

...was Fang Yang.

He sat astride a Frost Horse, his crimson battle spear glowing, its tip glinting with a cold light.

He wore white-robed battle armor, wreathed in purple lightning, and was surrounded by a vast white flame. 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Standing silently, his eyes were clear and his skin crystalline. A Fire Eagle Illusion hundreds of feet tall enveloped him, releasing a furious radiance.

At this very moment, he possessed an indescribable air.

It made him seem otherworldly, like an ancient god of war—heroic, valiant, and awe-inspiring!

"Who do you think will be the final victor?"

"They’re at the same realm, but Fang Yang has the Carp Eagle Spirit Body while Liu Manlou has the Void Willow Spirit Body. Judging by their Spirit Bodies, I feel Fang Yang has the upper hand."

"Looks like this is destined to be a fierce battle between titans."

"Heh, they’re both riding powerful steeds. No matter how fierce the battle, it won’t get too tragic..."

The spectators murmured amongst themselves, their opinions varied.

Some were even disdainful of this so-called duel of generals.

They believed these duels were nothing more than childish games, like playing house, with the sole purpose of cultivating the young prodigies of each clan.

Because these duels couldn’t "determine a victor and also decide life or death."

Therefore, the duels naturally lacked the bloodthirsty thrill of a real fight.

But in reality, these duels were not as simple as they imagined.

Especially considering how many young prodigies, aside from a few beautiful young women, had fallen at the hands of Muri Shengkai.

"No, this is different. This time, the two mighty steeds might not be enough to control the situation," Lin Xinyi said, her eyes deep with thought.

"Ah Yang, don’t get careless. Go all out and don’t show any openings," Second Uncle Fang said, looking up into the distance with sharp eyes.

’A man’s reputation precedes him. Since Fang Yang is at the same realm as Manlou, he’s very likely touched the domain of Tier Three as well. Manlou, you must be cautious. Don’t lose your life.’ Third Uncle Liu, Liu Manlou’s Guardian, watched on silently from afar.

The wind howled and roared as yellow sand filled the sky.

Fang Yang and Liu Manlou stood on opposite sides, facing each other.

The place where Fang Yang stood was like a red sky.

The place where Liu Manlou stood was like a cyan sky.

The red and cyan radiances clashed madly. Wisps of energy filled the air, causing the grassland to crack and split open.

At this moment, a Lark unwittingly flew into the space above where the red and cyan radiances clashed.

Immediately, the Lark let out a CAW, its eyes rolled back, and it plummeted.

THUD!

At the very moment the Lark hit the grass, Fang Yang and Liu Manlou moved simultaneously.

Still one moment, they moved like lightning the next.

Their two warhorses charged, making the earth tremble and the flowers and grass wither.

Closer.

Closer still.

Fang Yang abruptly swung his crimson battle spear. The spear’s light flared, transforming into a great cloud of thunder and fire that descended from above.

Meanwhile, the willow tree illusion behind Liu Manlou flickered, adding a brilliant Cyan Aura to the backhanded strike of his heavy poleaxe as he swung it forward.

RUMBLE—

The spear and poleaxe collided violently. Fang Yang remained as steady as a mountain, but Liu Manlou’s hands trembled uncontrollably, unable to break free.

The situation was astounding.

With physical strength alone, Fang Yang had already overpowered Liu Manlou.

Seeing this, Liu Manlou roared in anger, his black hair whipping about wildly.

His arms bulged as he summoned immense strength, trying to overwhelm Fang Yang.

But Fang Yang easily blocked Liu Manlou’s outburst with just a flicker of purple lightning in his palm.

Immediately after, Fang Yang swung his spear again, pressing down with the force of splitting a mountain. He forced Liu Manlou back step by step until blood trickled from his mouth and his face was as pale as golden paper.

"What?!" the crowd exclaimed in shock.

Almost no one could believe that Fang Yang had so effortlessly suppressed Liu Manlou, taking firm control of the situation.

It had only been two or three rounds, but the gap in their power was already clear.

"Even if Liu Manlou is far weaker than Shengkai, he’s still a famous prodigy. He’s in the same realm as Fang Yang, so how can it seem like he can’t even take a single blow?"

"A Young Saint! Fang Yang has truly stepped into the domain of a Young Saint!"

"In other words, he could become the Saint Heir of a righteous sect."

"Hiss~ Now that Sen Wei is gone and Shengkai has fallen, who among their generation can possibly stop Fang Yang?"

On the spot, some commanders’ faces paled as they stared at Fang Yang in utter shock.

To have the combat power of a Young Saint without even fully unleashing his killing moves... this was truly terrifying.

Even Third Uncle Liu was watching the field with extreme nervousness.

In truth, with his aptitude and talent, Liu Manlou was already considered top-tier among his peers.

But unfortunately, he had run into a freak like Fang Yang, who surpassed him in nearly every way.

"DIE!"

Liu Manlou roared, and his head of black hair instantly turned into strands of Cyan Aura.

His pupils were as sharp as lightning. His heavy black armor began to glow, and the willow tree illusion behind him surged, its branches lashing downward.

Spurring his horse, he soared into the air. The heavy poleaxe in his hand grew darker and more profound as he brought it down toward Fang Yang’s head, creating a series of thunderous booms.

This was his strongest killing move.

In less than ten rounds, he had been forced by Fang Yang to fight for his life, looking somewhat pathetic.

But now, his combat power had also stepped into the realm of a Young Saint.

Even a Tier Three Middle Fierce Beast would be blasted into a bloody mist by him!

BOOM! CRASH! RUMBLE!

Another earth-shattering bang erupted. The grassland turned to dust, smoke billowed, and a huge, deep crater appeared.

Yet Fang Yang still pressed forward, smashing his spear against the heavy poleaxe. The immense force transmitted through it, continuously jarring Liu Manlou’s arms and turning his face pale.

The roaring continued. The crimson battle spear was like a tide, sending out vast red ripples that horrified the crowd.

At this moment, the two flying horses soared into the sky, Fang Yang and Liu Manlou weaving past each other without pause.

But with every clash, Liu Manlou would be shaken so hard that bloody foam would spill from his mouth, and blood even began to seep through his heavy black armor.

Fang Yang still held the upper hand firmly!

This result was too astonishing, too unbelievable. It left the spectators utterly shaken.

Seventh Uncle Fang was greatly gratified. "The effort you spent on the White Feathered Eagle and the lightning python was not in vain."

Lin Keyi’s heart trembled violently. "This state Fang Yang is in... I’m afraid he’s touched the barrier of a Young Great Saint, hasn’t he? What terrifying talent."

"This is bad. This Fang Yang is truly a heaven-sent genius; only Shengkai could have been his match. But as fate would have it, Shengkai has fallen. In the years to come, won’t Fang Yang be able to continue suppressing the Leran Grassland...?" Third Uncle Liu’s expression was grim.

Suddenly, Third Uncle Liu’s body tensed, his aura leaking out. He was about to make a move.