001 agreed, saying, "Yes, Luo Bao, it's just a comparison of martial prowess and military ability. General An Yuan's personality is different from Bai Qi's; his personality is just like his name."
Qin Qianluo's eyes sparkled, and she nodded slightly. Her black hair swayed like flowing light with her movements. Having satisfied her curiosity after learning about it, she went to chat with 001 about other things.
Meanwhile, inside the other tent, Yin Yichen stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his sword-like eyebrows slightly raised, his eyes filled with shock, just like a calm lake being hit by a boulder, causing ripples to spread.
They met eyes with Qu Zhenchuan, who had come to eavesdrop, and were speechless for a moment. Qu Zhenchuan's square face first showed surprise, then the corners of his mouth turned up.
He flashed a smug smile, like a proud peacock, secretly thinking that his abilities were as majestic as a towering mountain, inspiring awe and deference, which was why he deserved such treatment.
His eyes, which had been slightly sharp because of the comment about his bad temper, were now covered by a smug look, as if he hadn't been the one who was sharp just now, and that he had completely forgotten about the comment about his bad temper.
Yin Yichen also puffed out his chest slightly, like an eagle about to spread its wings and soar, unable to hide his pride.
He knew perfectly well that the people 001 mentioned and compared with were all renowned generals known to Princess Qingyun in her previous life.
Although Bai Qi, known as the "Butcher of Men," was like a giant beast in the fog to him, he could only hear his voice but not see his form, and knew nothing about his origins and deeds.
However, just hearing about his reputation, the chilling murderous aura and supreme majesty seemed to surge like a tidal wave, making him realize that this must be an extremely powerful figure who could stir up huge waves in the long river of history.
The thought that he could now be compared to such an outstanding general filled Yin Yichen's heart with an overwhelming sense of joy and pride, like a field caressed by a spring breeze.
In his view, this undoubtedly proved that from now on, he held a very important position in Princess Qingyun's heart and was by no means an ordinary person.
His thoughts drifted back to Youming, and Yin Yichen's eyes showed even more determination and resolve, like the brightest star in the night sky, shining brightly and firmly.
He firmly believed that he would be able to defeat this person in tomorrow's battle, thereby elevating his status in Princess Qingyun's heart and earning her more praise in the future, ideally in front of more military generals.
The next morning, General An Yuan donned his armor and went to the city gate to challenge the enemy. Qin Qianluo went to the front of the camp and looked at the direction of the battlefield from afar, wanting to witness Youming's defeat with her own eyes.
As Youming was resting in the city, the shouts suddenly pierced the air like sharp arrows, striking his ears directly. His handsome, sword-like eyebrows instantly furrowed into a deep frown, and a hint of displeasure welled up in his heart.
But he knew that there was no time to hesitate, so he quickly got up and neatly put on the heavy and cold armor. Each armor plate made a slight knocking sound as he moved, as if it were a low war song.
Immediately afterward, like a black lightning bolt, he leaped onto his horse through the city gate, gripping the reins tightly in his hand. His steed neighed loudly and carried him away like an arrow released from a bow.
Upon realizing that the challenger before him was no match for the one from yesterday, Youming's eyes narrowed instantly, like a cheetah in the dark sensing danger.
Alarm bells rang in his mind, and a strong sense of vigilance arose spontaneously, as if the air around him had become heavy because of his alertness.
The two men faced each other across the battlefield. After a moment, they both slowly spurred their horses forward. When they were only a few feet apart, their aura surged up like a turbulent tide, and an invisible pressure spread outwards like ripples.
In the blink of an eye, they had entered a life-or-death struggle. Youming's eyes were like torches as he took the initiative to attack. He squeezed his legs tightly around the horse's belly, and the horse, in pain, neighed and charged towards General Anyuan like a cannonball.
He raised his long sword high, its cold gleam gleaming in the sunlight, seemingly weighing a thousand pounds, carrying boundless killing intent, and thrust it straight toward General An Yuan's vital heart. The whistling sound as it sliced through the air was like the roar of death.
When General An Yuan saw the long sword coming at him with a gust of wind, he remained calm and dodged to the side. The sharp blade grazed his armor, sending sparks flying.
The scorching sun beat down on the battlefield, and the clanging of metal was exceptionally crisp and loud, seemingly able to reach every corner of the battlefield.
He lashed out with his whip, the tip of which moved like a nimble serpent, aimed straight at Youming's face. Youming reined in his horse and leaned back, the whip narrowly missing his nose. In the sunlight, the fear on his face was clearly visible.
With a swift somersault, Youming leaped off his horse, using the momentum of the landing to drag his long sword along the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, like a dragon stirring the sea, heading straight for General Anyuan's lower body.
General An Yuan gave a soft shout, spurred his horse's flanks, and the steed leaped high into the air, its hooves drawing an arc as it trod towards the underworld. The hooves landed heavily, creating shallow craters in the dry ground and kicking up a few specks of dust.
The Netherworld Blade blocked the attack with a deafening clang, sending countless sparks flying. The sound, like a thunderclap, exploded across the silent battlefield, making the eardrums of the surrounding soldiers ring.
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