Chapter 105: The Terrifying Sun Ce [Please Subscribe]

“Chu Feng, you truly surprise me!”

“In just one short year, you have not only consolidated the foundation left by Yuan Shu but also gathered such fierce generals. Yet today, your fate is sealed in blood here!”

“They are all entangled now. Today, I shall use your blood to see them off!” Sun Ce raised his spear, his voice dark and menacing.

“Heh, is that so?” Chu Feng replied with a mocking smile, eyeing Sun Ce. “I must say, you also surprise me. I thought your generals were all seasoned warriors.”

“But I never expected them to be as weak as women embroidering flowers, each no match on their own. Truly lamentable!”

“In Shouchun, I have a weaving mill. Perhaps you should take them all there to spin thread and weave cloth,” Chu Feng taunted.

“You... Hmph, such arrogance!”

Sun Ce flung his sleeve in anger, brandishing his spear as he shouted, “Chu Feng, come! Let me see if your skill with words matches your prowess in battle!”

“Ha,” Chu Feng shook his head.

Advancing two steps on horseback, he pointed his great halberd from a distance, the smile fading into solemnity. “You alone are unworthy. Let them join you!”

With that, Chu Feng slightly shifted the halberd, aiming it at the remaining officers behind Sun Ce.

Arrogant, reckless, and utterly brazen!

Yet Chu Feng understood Sun Ce well. Such a man, desperate to maintain face, would rather suffer in silence than depend on others. The more so, he would never allow reinforcements; accepting help would only bring shame.

“What a bold claim!”

Sun Ce’s fury blazed, his steel spear at his side. He turned his head, barking orders, “You all, stand back and watch! No one is to advance!”

The generals hesitated.

Zhou Yu frowned while Yu Fan took a deep breath. Damn it, no wonder people called Chu Feng cunning. That statement forced Sun Ce to fight alone.

Such calculated strategy was hard to describe. For one so young to harbor such depths of scheming—it was clear this man was the lord’s lifelong nemesis.

Unease flickered in Yu Fan’s eyes. He hurried forward, “Generals, Chu Feng is deceitful. Await my signal, then we shall strike together!”

“As long as we eliminate Chu Feng, our lord can claim all six commanderies of Yangzhou. The path to hegemony lies ahead. I will bear the infamy alone; you need not worry!”

The generals, after a moment’s hesitation, nodded in unison.

Their goal was clear—capture Chu Feng. Someone else taking responsibility made it easier to rally together. Killing Chu Feng would make their names renowned.

Their eagerness grew. Once Chu Feng fell, promotions and rewards would follow, not to mention avenging the two fallen commanders.

At that moment, Sun Ce raised his spear and spurred his horse forward.

Chu Feng likewise mounted, gripping his halberd.

In a flash, they closed the distance.

Sun Ce roared, pulling back his spear with both hands and striking horizontally. He aimed to shatter Chu Feng with sheer force; he prided himself on unparalleled strength.

Chu Feng’s face remained calm as the spear came at him.

With one hand, he held the halberd and met the strike with its branching blade.

Watching the duel, the generals behind exhaled in relief. They knew Sun Ce’s valor well—this “Little Overlord” was famed for his might.

That spear strike could break stone and split metal!

Clang!

The spear struck the halberd’s branch, sparks flying.

Yet contrary to expectations, Chu Feng’s halberd was not knocked away. Instead, he countered force with force, halting Sun Ce’s furious blow.

Sun Ce’s brow shot up in disbelief, his palm trembling. How was this possible?

His fiercest strike was effortlessly blocked—one-handed, no less. This was impossible!

“Break it!” Sun Ce bellowed, fury blazing. Defeat stoked his rage, unleashing his greatest strength yet. If power could be measured, his combat value had surged to 107.

Gripping with both hands, he pressed to shove Chu Feng’s halberd back.

Yet the halberd did not budge. Chu Feng’s expression was serene.

“Is that all? You dare call yourself an Overlord?” Chu Feng’s aura surged, transforming into a battle god risen from a sea of corpses, his eyes icy and merciless—no trace of his prior refined demeanor.

Sun Ce shuddered. Facing Chu Feng’s overwhelming killing intent felt like plunging into an ice cellar. His own battle-hardened aura seemed like that of an ant before a giant.

“How... how can this be!” Sun Ce’s forehead bulged with veins, his voice a mix of accusation and madness. He vowed to break through—he was invincible in battle!

“Begone!” Chu Feng thrust his halberd, swinging Sun Ce’s spear aside.

A neigh rang out as the black steed reared, lifting its forelegs. Chu Feng towered like a war deity, his halberd crashing down with deadly force.

“Kneel before me!”

His voice thundered through the heavens, piercing the skies.

The entire army’s attention snapped to him; all held their breath. Even warriors still locked in battle, like Zhao Fan, parted to watch.

Sun Ce, alarmed, braced his spear to defend.

Clang!

The clash sounded like a crack of thunder.

On horseback, Sun Ce’s face twisted with rage, veins bulging as he roared like a beast.

He shifted from wielding the spear to holding it against his shoulder, arms locked to resist. His grip was shredded, skin torn.

Yet the suffocating force did not wane.

The might of that single halberd strike had Sun Ce struggling to defend. Were it not for his exceptional valor, that blow alone might have claimed his head.

Xu Chu pressed his lips together, inwardly marveling. He knew his lord’s capabilities well; even he doubted Sun Ce could withstand that strike.

Damn these people.

They insist on treating their lord like a pushover.

Do they think I’m just a bodyguard? I’m the boss here. The lord should be protecting himself—that’s the way it is!

Zhao Fan sighed. Though he knew Chu Feng’s bravery, this was the first time he saw him at full strength. That proud, resolute aura made even him tremble.

Recalling Chu Feng’s words about courage being secondary for a general, Zhao Fan felt ashamed. Chu Feng was so fierce yet dedicated to learning, while he boasted of his own valor.

His mindset and vision were far beneath his lord’s.

Meanwhile, the Sun army’s officers exchanged horrified glances, staring at Yu Fan.

“Are you sure we’re supposed to charge and kill Chu Feng?” they wondered. Something felt off.

“Hiss!”

Sun Ce had barely held firm when his prized steed buckled under the pressure, collapsing with a painful shriek.

Seizing the moment, Sun Ce rolled off.

“Generals, aid me!” he shouted urgently.

His life hung by a thread; he no longer cared about pride, calling out without looking back.

He knew that fleeing now was certain death. Facing Chu Feng and awaiting reinforcements was his only chance.

He had underestimated Chu Feng—this was no mere rumor.

This man’s bravery eclipsed even the Overlord’s.

In an instant, generals like Zhou Tai and Jiang Qin spurred their mounts forward, no longer waiting on Yu Fan’s command.

Others followed suit, charging after Sun Ce.

Zhou Yu barked orders at the stunned foot soldiers behind, urging them to form ranks just in case.

Chu Feng glanced down at Sun Ce before riding forward.

He had created this opportunity to kill Sun Ce and seize Jiangdong.

If he waited for reinforcements, killing Sun Ce would become nearly impossible.

“Prepare to die!”