149: Chapter 149 You want me to fight Zhao Yun one-on-one? What a bunch of unfilial descendants!

Watching Zhao Yun swing his long spear, the Battle Qi he swept out tore those fleeing lords to pieces.

Over a thousand Ashigaru rushed into the main camp, leveling their spears to form a spear wall in an attempt to stop Zhao Yun.

But who was Zhao Yun? Back when he was still a mortal of flesh and blood, he had rescued Adou at Changban Slope.

Now summoned as the Martial God Zhao Zilong, would he still fear a spear wall of these Ashigaru?

With a sweep of Zhao Yun's spear, a visible arc of white Battle Qi lashed out, sending over a thousand Ashigaru flying.

The soldiers in the front row died instantly, while those in the back were knocked dizzy by the Battle Qi, seeing stars as they stumbled about.

Watching this scene, Xu Xuan felt it was incredibly satisfying and refreshing.

Although it wasn't yet the middle stage of the Spiritual Qi Recovery, and was only the transition period of the first day.

The strength Zhao Zilong displayed now was already enough for one man to crush an army, charging and killing at will within the enemy ranks.

Whomever Zilong wanted to slay, he slew!

Of the hundred or so Japanese Lords, over thirty had already been cut down by him.

Moreover, no one could stop him throughout the process; if this continued, these traitors of the human race would almost all meet their end here.

In his desperation, Miyamoto Takeshi could no longer bear it.

He immediately ordered the other lords to take out the General Cards in their hands.

Only by gathering 250 General Cards could they synthesize one divine general card.

Everyone was usually reluctant to use them, as everyone wanted to save up 250 General Cards to synthesize a divine general card.

However, they weren't Xu Xuan, who fought those God-tier battles and achieved epic victories every day.

Some had as few as three or four cards, while the most anyone had was only a few dozen.

To gather 250 cards and summon a divine general, they had to crowdfund together.

While running for his life, Miyamoto Takeshi finally managed to scrape together 250 cards from the other lords.

"Everyone, throw out your General Cards!"

With a roar from Miyamoto Takeshi, all the Japanese Lords threw the cards from their pockets into the sky.

This action of Miyamoto Takeshi also caught Zhao Yun's attention.

"That must be the bandit leader. Watch me take his head!"

Pulling the reins, Zhao Yun, mounted on his white horse, leveled his spear and pointed it directly at Miyamoto Takeshi.

Amidst the General Cards fluttering through the air, that silver spear was less than ten meters from Miyamoto Takeshi, about to take his wretched life.

"I have heard your call!"

As a cloud of black mist emerged, a samurai clad in red Sengoku armor hooked Zhao Yun's spear with a jumonji spear.

A jumonji spear has a head shaped like the character for 'ten' [ ten], with protrusions on both sides that can stab, slash, or hook.

The summoned Japanese divine general sat atop a horse, using the jumonji spear to block Zhao Yun's long spear.

Miyamoto Takeshi, who had nearly lost his life, shouted excitedly when he saw the person who appeared.

"Sanada Yukimura!! It's actually Sanada Yukimura! japans number one soldier!"

Meanwhile, Xu Xuan was watching the battle through the screen.

When he saw the divine general emerge from the enemy's black mist, he seemed to recognize him.

Xu Xuan himself enjoyed playing strategy games, having played Total War: Three Kingdoms, Shogun 2: Total War, Total War: Warhammer, and the like.

Xu Xuan had also played Sengoku-period games produced by the Japanese; it was normal that many people domestically weren't familiar with famous Japanese generals.

This Sanada Yukimura's reputation over in Japan was of the extremely high variety.

Besides the fine name of japans number one soldier, he had another title: 'Sengoku's Zhao Zilong of Japan'.

This man, Sanada Yukimura, was hailed by the japanese people as their version of Zhao Zilong.

The japanese people also gave him a title, 'Nihon-ichi no tsuwamono,' meaning: The Number One Warrior under Heaven.

They praised him as if he were a god, piling all sorts of titles onto his head.

Knowing the status Zhao Zilong held in the hearts of our countrymen, one could imagine Sanada Yukimura's status in the hearts of the japanese people.

When he made his entrance, Xu Xuan admitted that this man did indeed have a powerful presence.

It was just...

Well...

It's just...

It's just that when the Japanese version of Zhao Zilong was compared to our original Zhao Zilong, it became a bit...

A bit awkward.

Zhao Zilong was a man from Hebei, eight chi tall, which is about 1.85 meters in height.

In ancient times, this height could be described as standing out like a crane among chickens.

As for the Japanese version of Zhao Zilong, namely Sanada Yukimura-san...

His height was 1.6 meters...

This was very consistent with the height of the remains excavated from tombs during archaeological digs.

Without any bias, the height of the Sengoku-period japans number one soldier was indeed 1.6 meters.

Zhao Zilong's brows furrowed as he looked down at Sanada Yukimura from his superior height.

Sanada Yukimura rode a Japanese pony, and with his 1.6-meter height holding a jumonji spear, he was more than a head shorter than Zhao Zilong.

Sensing the fighting spirit radiating from the opponent, Zhao Zilong grew somewhat interested.

"Who goes there? State your name!"

"A nobody not worth mentioning, I am Sanada Yukimura!"

Seeing the opponent before him full of fighting spirit, Zhao Zilong's hands itched as a surge of hot blood rushed to his heart: "I am Zhao Zilong of Changshan! Come, fight!"

Sanada Yukimura, whose fighting spirit had been soaring, felt the jumonji spear in his hand tremble when he heard his opponent was Zhao Zilong.

At this moment, sitting on his pony, cold sweat had already begun to break out on Sanada Yukimura's forehead.

Wait, what?

He had just been summoned to the Lord Continent, and he was thrown into a high-end match right from the start?

His opponent was a famous general of the Three Kingdoms, the one known as the White Horse Martial God, Zhao Zilong?

Huh?

No...

Sanada Yukimura was a man of the fifteenth century; naturally, he had read the Records of the Three Kingdoms.

How could he not know the name of Zhao Zilong the moment he heard it?

Even the steel spear in his hand began to shake.

However, the other Japanese Lords placed high hopes on him, shouting loudly from the sidelines.

"Sanada Yukimura!!"

"The Number One Soldier of the Sengoku!"

"Number one under heaven!"

Hearing the shouts of the people around him, Sanada Yukimura already wanted to curse.

These beasts! Any time would have been better to summon him, but his opponent just had to be Zhao Zilong.

What was he supposed to fight with? Use his head to test if Zhao Zilong's spear was sharp?

But a summoned divine general had no way to disobey the lord's orders.

As one of the Three Great Tragic Heroes of Japan, Sanada Yukimura being dragged here was truly a repeat of his tragedy.

The japanese people were all acting as if they'd been injected with chicken blood, shouting his name at the top of their lungs.

In the eyes of the Japanese Lords, Sanada Yukimura was a figure on par with Zhao Zilong; even if his combat power wasn't a fifty-fifty split, he shouldn't be too weak.

But only Sanada Yukimura himself knew exactly how much he was worth.

Stop shouting! You beasts, stop shouting!

Why didn't they come deal with Zhao Yun themselves? Beasts, a bunch of beasts...

Though his hands were shaking, Sanada Yukimura forced himself to endure the fear: "Come!"

In his heart, he had already cursed these unfilial descendants who summoned him to high heaven, but the power of the laws could not be resisted.

Even if it meant death, he had to bite the bullet and fight on.

Zhao Zilong gripped his spear tightly and charged.

Both sides acted almost simultaneously, lunging toward each other.

Amidst the fanatical shouts of countless Japanese Lords, Zhao Yun's Yajiao Spear collided with Sanada Yukimura's jumonji spear.

A flash of cold steel, and the two divine generals passed each other.

Amidst the cheers, Sanada Yukimura's expression changed drastically as blood sprayed from his chest and he fell from his pony.

The fanatical shouting of the Japanese Lords came to an abrupt halt.

A single exchange—an instakill!?