Chapter 293 Shameless

Han Fei stood in the center of the battlefield, blood dripping down his shoulders to the ground, staining the soil under his feet red.

He didn’t even look at Feng Ting on the ground, but just stood there quietly, his eyes scanning Ji Wuye’s army opposite.

Everyone around was silent.

No one dared to speak.

Even the tall soldiers in Ji Wuye’s army couldn’t help but shrink their necks.

They looked at Han Fei as if he were a monster.

A monster who could just knock over a warhorse with one punch and make a top warrior like Feng Ting vomit blood.

“Han Fei!”

Ji Wuye’s voice came from the other end of the battle formation, like a blunt knife scraping iron.

“Do you think you can turn the world upside down by defeating Feng Ting?”

He waved his hand, and a thin man walked out behind him.

The man was wearing black armor, holding a pair of short blades, and had an uncomfortable smile on his face.

“Han Fei.”

The man stood in the middle of the battlefield, his voice as hoarse as sandpaper.

“I am Luo Qiang, the second-ranked killer under Ji Wuye.”

“Do not misunderstand.”

“I’m not here to avenge Feng Ting. Feng Ting is not smart enough. If he dies, then he dies. He is useless anyway.”

Luo Qiang raised the short blade in his hand.

“I just want to see if the legendary Han Fei, who is full of benevolence and morality, can survive three rounds under my double blades.”

Han Fei said nothing.

He just looked at Luo Qiang as if he was looking at an extra stone.

The blood on his shoulder was still flowing, but he was too lazy to even cover it.

Zhao Ji sat in the camp at the rear, holding the bandage in her hand, her nails almost digging into her palm.

She wanted to rush out.

She even stood up.

But Bai Jing reached out and held her shoulder.

“Miss Zhao Ji.”

Bai Jing didn’t look at her, but just lowered his head and flipped the bamboo slips in his hand.

“You forgot that Han Fei is not an ordinary person.”

“He never disappoints.”

Zhao Ji gritted her teeth and said nothing.

But her fingers had already created deep wrinkles in the bandage.

Luo Qiang moved.

He was like a poisonous snake, his feet made no sound, and his whole body was like a gust of black wind, instantly approaching Han Fei.

The short blade stabbed Han Fei’s throat fiercely.

“You’re pretty good at it.”

Luo Qiang’s voice rang in Han Fei’s ears: “But your life ends here today.”

Han Fei did not move.

Luo Qiang’s short blade was less than an inch away from his throat.

Just when everyone thought Han Fei was doomed, he suddenly stretched out his hand.

“Snapped!”

Han Fei’s hand was like an iron clamp, tightly clasping Luo Qiang’s wrist.

Luo Qiang froze.

He wanted to pull his hand back, but Han Fei’s hand was as firm as iron.

“Your knife,” Han Fei said coldly.

“A bit blunt.”

After saying that, he twisted it with his backhand.

“Crack!”

Luo Qiang’s wrist was twisted off and the short blade fell to the ground.

Luo Qiang let out a short scream, but the next second, his body was thrown out fiercely by Han Fei.

“boom!”

Luo Qiang’s body hit the ground, rolled several times, and finally stopped after hitting a rock.

He didn’t get up for a long time.

“You…you…” He spat out a mouthful of blood and looked up at Han Fei.

“What the hell are you?”

Han Fei looked at him and did not answer.

He glanced at Ji Wuye who was standing opposite him, as if asking, “Who else?”

Ji Wuye’s face was so gloomy that water seemed to be dripping out of it.

He looked coldly at the other person behind him.

He was a tall and strong man, holding a huge mace in his hand.

“Stone Tyrant.”

Ji Wuye suppressed his anger and said, “You go ahead.”

The sturdy man came out with a simple smile on his face.

“Han Fei, right?”

Shi Ba raised the mace in his hand and swung it twice casually, creating two deep pits on the ground.

“My name is Shi Ba.”

“I’m not like those petty killers. I only know one thing.”

“Hit someone.”

“Smash people into pulp.”

He pointed at Han Fei and said, “You will be the first nobleman to be smashed into pulp by me.”

Han Fei still didn’t speak.

He just took a step forward.

“Oh?” Shi Ba laughed.

“You’re quite courageous.”

“But it’s no use.”

He raised his mace and brought it down hard.

The mace came with a whistling sound and smashed towards Han Fei like a mountain.

“boom!”

Shi Ba’s mace hit the ground, creating a huge hole and raising dust.

But Han Fei was gone.

“Huh? Where are the people?” Shi Ba raised his head in confusion.

“Here.” Han Fei’s voice came from behind him.

Shi Ba turned back suddenly, but only saw Han Fei’s fist.

“boom!”

Han Fei punched Shi Ba in the chest.

Shi Ba’s body flew backwards like a boulder, breaking two trees, and finally fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

His mace still lay there, standing alone.

Shi Ba struggled to get up, but as soon as he moved, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“You…you are a monster, right?” He raised his head and looked at Han Fei.

Han Fei ignored him and looked at Ji Wuye again: “How many are left?”

Ji Wuye’s hands were tightly gripping the reins, his knuckles turning white.

“Han Fei! Don’t be so complacent! Someone, come on! Come on!”

Another person came out.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole and held a long whip in his hand.

“Han Fei.”

The man swung the whip in his hand, making a crisp “snap” sound.

“I am Ji Wuye’s subordinate, the one who is best at using the whip, my name is Liu Bian.”

“My whip can break a dog’s bones.”

“are you ready?”

Han Fei raised his foot and walked towards Liubian, stepping on the still swirling dust with every step.

“Han Fei.” Liu Bian swung the long whip in his hand, and the whip dragged a trail on the ground like a snake.

“I advise you not to get close, really.”

He stopped and shook the whip in the air, making a crisp sound.

“I hate it most when people play with their lives. Look at Feng Ting and Shi Ba, they are living examples.”

He kicked a small stone on the ground and it flew a short distance and landed next to a pool of blood.

“What about you, Han Fei? Want to try it too?”

Han Fei stopped and seemed to be listening to Liu Bian carefully.

But the next second, he suddenly raised his head and shouted at the opposite army: “There are so many traitors in South Korea, this country is really bullshit!” His voice penetrated the battlefield and hit everyone’s ears like a hammer.

“You guys, you used the Korean flag and took Korean resources, but what happened? You turned around and followed Ji Wuye to kill your own people?”

“If this isn’t nonsense, what is it?”

Someone in the camp couldn’t help but speak up: “Young Master, you are right! These people are simply ungrateful!”

Someone then shouted: “A traitor is a traitor, he has no shame at all!”

The morale was immediately ignited by Han Fei’s words.

Zhao Ji leaned against the pillar of the tent, listening to Han Fei’s voice. She smiled, lowered her head, picked up the dagger at hand, and sharpened it gently.

“You’re quite good at talking.”

She whispered, without stopping her hands at all.

Ji Wuye looked down at Han Fei from his horse and sneered, “Han Fei, you are good at talking, but do you think you can turn the situation around with just a few words? Don’t dream.”

Han Fei looked up at Ji Wuye, and a sneer appeared on his face. “Situation? The situation you are talking about is the ‘three rounds to decide the outcome’ that you just shouted so loudly?”

He raised his hand and pointed at Feng Ting and Shi Ba who were lying on the ground.

“In the first game, Feng Ting lost.”

“In the second round, Shi Ba lost.”

“In the third round, Liubian is about to lose.”

He took his hand back and spread his hands out: “You said that the winner would be decided in three rounds. I have already won three rounds. Ji Wuye, do you mean what you said?”

Ji Wuye’s face changed, and he immediately argued: “Three games is three games, but you sneaked in and broke the rules!”

He waved his hand fiercely and pointed at Han Fei: “You don’t even follow the rules, and you still have the nerve to criticize me here?”

Han Fei looked at him as if he was looking at a naughty child.

“Ji Wuye, why didn’t I see you mention the rules when Feng Ting chopped me just now?”

“When Shi Ba rushed over with a mace, where were the rules?”

“Or do your rules only apply to me?”

Ji Wuye gritted his teeth and said, “Han Fei, stop making trouble here! I want to capture Xinzheng today. Can you stop me?”

Han Fei ignored him and turned to shout at the opposing army: “Did you hear that? Ji Wuye said that the outcome would be decided in three games, and now that he has lost three games, he still refuses to admit it!”

He turned around and pointed at Ji Wuye: “This is the general you are following. He can’t even afford to lose!”

In the army on the opposite side, someone began to murmur.

“Han Fei is right. General Ji just said that the outcome would be decided in three games. Why are you denying it now?”

“Yeah, Feng Ting was beaten like that, and Shi Ba couldn’t even get up, so this isn’t considered a loss?”

“I heard that Han Fei is a scholar. It seems that scholars are more trustworthy than our general.”

The whispers quickly spread like water, spreading throughout the entire army.

When Ji Wuye heard these words, his hands gripping the reins tightened and his face became darker than the bottom of a pot.

“Shut up!” he yelled.

“Anyone who dares to speak nonsense again will be executed immediately!”

But no matter how loud his voice was, it couldn’t suppress the discussions.

Han Fei folded his arms across his chest, standing there and watching quietly, with a calmness that seemed as if he had won.

Liu Bian was still standing in the middle of the battlefield: “Han Fei, look how excited they are. Why don’t we start first?”

He swung the whip in his hand, and the whip shadow drew an arc in the air.

“You don’t have to worry about General Ji’s expression. Let’s have a fight, and whoever wins gets to speak.”

Han Fei glanced at Liu Bian.

“Then hurry up.”

The whip of the willow whip was like a poisonous snake, heading straight for Han Fei’s face.

Han Fei did not move.

The whip stopped less than an inch away from his face and was caught by Han Fei’s two fingers.

Liubian was stunned for a moment: “You are quite fast.”

Han Fei didn’t answer him, but just pulled hard.

The other end of the whip was still in Liu Bian’s hand. He was pulled forward and staggered.

Han Fei raised his foot and kicked him in the chest, sending him flying backwards and falling heavily to the ground.

Liu Bian struggled to get up, coughing up blood: “You kicked me pretty hard.”

Han Fei walked up to him and looked down at him: “You lose.”

Liu Bian raised his hand and wanted to move again, but Han Fei stepped on his wrist.

“Don’t move, you are no match for me.”

Han Fei turned to look at Ji Wuye: “Three games, I won. Now are you going to withdraw your troops or continue to lose?”

Ji Wuye didn’t say anything, his face looked as ugly as if he had swallowed a fly.

He looked at Han Fei and his three men lying on the ground, and his grip on the reins became tighter and tighter.

Han Fei looked at him and didn’t urge him. He just stood there, as if giving him time to slowly admit defeat.

“General Ji.” The voice came from behind Ji Wuye. It was from one of his deputy generals.

“General, let’s retreat… If we continue to fight, the morale of the army will be broken.”

Ji Wuye didn’t look back, but just looked at Han Fei with gritted teeth.

“Han Fei, don’t be so proud.”

“Just because you lose today doesn’t mean you’ll lose tomorrow.”

After he finished speaking, he waved his hand fiercely: “Withdraw!”

Ji Wuye’s army began to retreat slowly.

Han Fei stood there, looking at their backs, with a smile on his face.

On the distant city wall, King Han stood there, sweating profusely.

His hands gripped the battlements so tightly that his nails almost dug into the stone.

“Han Fei…you bastard.” King Han cursed in a low voice.

Zhao Ji looked at Han Fei’s back in the camp and let out a breath, as if the stone pressing on her heart had finally fallen to the ground.

She looked at Han Fei with a faint smile on her face.

“This guy is really worrying.”

Han Fei stood in the center of the battlefield, blood flowing down his shoulders, staining his arms and clothes red.

He watched Ji Wuye’s army retreat quietly, as calm as a pool of stagnant water.

Who is he?

No one spoke, but the question was echoing in everyone’s mind.

A scholar who was mocked all day long for being weak and powerless, actually knocked over a warhorse with one punch and knocked away a heavily armored general with one hand.

This is even more absurd than the legend.

Zhao Ji looked at Han Fei and gently clenched the bandage with her fingers.

Why did Han Fei, who always stood in front of his desk and talked eloquently, suddenly become such an incomprehensible and powerful person?

The bandage she held tightly loosened and tightened again, and she finally sighed softly.

This guy is really worrying.

Bai Jing stood beside her, moved away from the bamboo slips, and said leisurely: “I have said before that Han Fei has never been an ordinary person.”

He put the bamboo slips into his sleeve and yawned lazily.

“Miss Zhao Ji, you should get used to it. He is a guy who likes to hide things and always waits until the last minute to show his cards.”

After he finished speaking, he turned to look at Han Fei, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

“However, the trump card revealed today is really scary.”

Han Fei did not look back. He watched Ji Wuye’s army retreat completely and slowly loosened his fist.

But he did not feel relieved because of his victory.

Ji Wuye is a complete conspirator, and this retreat is likely just the beginning of his next plan.

On the distant city wall, King Han stood there, and the servant beside him handed him a handkerchief.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stared at Han Fei.

“This kid…how come I’ve never heard of him being so good at fighting before?”

He muttered something under his breath.

“Has he been pretending all these years?”

Han Fei turned and walked towards the camp.

As he passed the soldiers, he heard a lot of whispering.

“Did you see that punch Young Master threw just now? It directly knocked over Shi Ba’s horse!”

“And Feng Ting, that guy is Ji Wuye’s top warrior, but he was thrown to the ground by the young master with one hand and vomited blood.”

“Young Master has always said that he doesn’t know martial arts. I think he is just too lazy to make a move. If he had made a move earlier, how could Ji Wuye dare to be so arrogant?”

“Hey, this is our young master! Our young master is so powerful!”

Han Fei listened to these discussions with only one thing in his mind.

Zhao Ji’s injury.

Zhao Ji was sitting in the tent, bandaging her arm.

The wound on her face had already scabbed over, but the blood oozing from the bandage on her chest was still heartbreaking.

Han Fei saw this scene as soon as he opened the curtain.

He stood at the door and looked at her for a long moment with a frown on his face.

“Can’t you just take a rest?”

(End of this chapter)