"Clang clang clang..." The sound of weapons clashing rang out continuously in the training ground of Cao Cao's army camp.
The three brothers, Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei, relentlessly attacked Wang Han from three directions. Their Green Dragon Crescent Blade, Eight-Foot Serpent Spear, and twin swords were constantly swung at Wang Han, while Wang Han stood alone in the middle, simply alternating between his two hands to swing his Dragon-Slaying Greatsword. The Dragon-Slaying Greatsword was swung with incredible speed, leaving a trail of afterimages, and he easily blocked all of the three brothers' attacks. Instead, the attacks made the three brothers' hands hurt from the impact, and their occasional counterattacks left them scrambling and flustered.
"Truly worthy of being called the number one warrior in the world, he remained at ease and in the upper hand even under the siege of the three brothers Liu, Guan and Zhang, without even moving a foot."
"As expected of Marquis Dingshan, his strength is unmatched in this world."
"Not only is he unmatched in this era, but I fear that no hero in the future will be able to fight him for more than three rounds; he will surely be killed within three rounds."
"Right now, Marquis Dingshan is clearly being modest with the three of them, not taking it seriously, yet he has already made it difficult for them to deal with. If he were to really get serious, he could cut them down in the blink of an eye."
The various warlords watched the competition unfold and were full of praise. Wang Han was truly formidable. Guan Yu and the others knew that Wang Han had killed Hua Xiong while the wine was still warm, and Zhang Fei was also quite strong, but now, facing Wang Han, the three brothers were still at a complete disadvantage from the very first move, and could even be killed by Wang Han with a single blow at any moment.
"They're really too powerful. My second and third brothers are both fierce generals who can withstand ten thousand men." Liu Bei looked at Wang Han, who wasn't even out of breath, and then at Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, who were already panting heavily. Liu Bei knew that it would be futile to continue. The three of them couldn't force Wang Han to back down an inch. Continuing would only lead to their own downfall. So he took a step back, stopped attacking Wang Han, and shouted to Zhang Fei and Guan Yu, "Second brother, third brother, stop."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Fei and Guan Yu immediately stopped and retreated to Liu Bei's side. Their hands, gripping their weapons, were trembling. Upon closer inspection, blood was seen continuously flowing from their palms, dripping onto the ground. It turned out that the tiger's mouths of the three brothers had already been cracked from the impact, and they had only been able to fight Wang Han until now by sheer willpower.
Watching the three brothers Liu Bei, Guan Yu, and Zhang Fei retreat, Wang Han casually stuck his Dragon-Slaying Greatsword into the ground beside him and just watched the three of them.
Liu Bei clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wang Han and said, "As expected of Lord Dingshan, you are indeed invincible. My two brothers and I are humbled and admit defeat."
Holding his Green Dragon Crescent Blade, Guan Yu clasped his hands in a fist salute to Wang Han and said, "I am grateful to Marquis Dingshan for showing mercy in today's contest. I am completely convinced of my defeat."
Zhang Fei clasped his hands and said, "Lord Dingshan, I used to only admire my eldest brother and second brother, but this time I admire you. You are the third person I admire."
"Liu Bei, your two brothers are quite capable. They should be among the most renowned generals in the world in the future." Wang Han nodded, then picked up his sword and returned to his seat.
Upon hearing Wang Han praise Guan Yu and Zhang Fei, the feudal lords couldn't help but take a closer look at the two. To receive such praise from Wang Han proved that their strength was indeed quite remarkable, far surpassing that of ordinary military generals.
Upon seeing Wang Han return, Yuan Shao rose, raised his wine cup, and said, "Lord Dingshan is indeed as brave and invincible as rumored. We must thank Lord Dingshan for his help in breaking through Hulao Pass and Sishui Pass last time. Yuan Shao toasts Lord Dingshan."
"We would like to offer a toast to Lord Marquis Dingshan." Upon seeing this, the other lords also quickly rose and raised their cups.
"To punish the traitor Dong Zhuo is a matter of course, nothing to boast about," Wang Han said, raising his cup and drinking the wine in it.
After toasting, Yuan Shao asked Wang Han, "Lord Dingshan, I have heard that you have a pair of great hammers called the Thunder Drum Golden Hammers, which are the number one divine weapons in the world. The two hammers weigh more than 12,000 catties in total, and can easily destroy cities and fortresses. Even the gate of Hulao Pass can be broken with one hammer. It is also rumored that it smashed down the city wall of Sishui Pass. Today, may I have the opportunity to see them?"
“There was indeed such a pair of hammers. It is true that they smashed through the gate of Hulao Pass, but it is an exaggeration to say that they collapsed the city wall.” Wang Han nodded and said, “Unfortunately, they were too heavy and inconvenient to carry, so they were left in Luoyang City.”
"What a pity, I missed the chance to see the legendary number one divine weapon in the world today," Yuan Shao said regretfully upon hearing this. He then asked Wang Han, "I noticed that the greatsword in Lord Dingshan's hand is also extraordinary. I wonder what kind of divine weapon it is?"
Wang Han touched the Dragon-Slaying Greatsword in his hand and said, "This sword weighs nine hundred catties and is named Slaughter."
"My God, it weighs nine hundred catties! The weight of the blade itself alone would be too much for an ordinary general to withstand." Upon hearing this, the feudal lords exclaimed in amazement once again.
Cao Cao stood up and asked, "Lord Marquis of Dingshan, may I ask what brings you here to inform us?"
Although Wang Han's words were simple, merely an announcement, Cao Cao knew that what Wang Han was about to say was certainly not simple.
“It’s nothing serious,” Wang Han said. “I recently obtained a high-yield grain that can be used as seed. Each mu (a unit of land measurement) can produce nearly 3,000 jin (a unit of weight in China). If the land is irrigated, it can produce even more. It can be planted twice a year.”
Upon hearing this, the assembled lords were all shocked and stood up excitedly. What Wang Han meant by the high grain yield was that their biggest worry could be solved. It was more than ten times the current average yield of millet per mu (in the Han Dynasty, millet per mu yielded three shi, approximately 281 jin).
"Lord Dingshan, are you going to share those high-yield grain seeds with us?" Yuan Yi, the governor of Shanyang, couldn't help but ask first, and the other lords also looked at Wang Han, waiting for his answer.
“That’s right.” Wang Han nodded.
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