: Mu Lan vs. Zhang Hei

December 31, 2024, Author: Gu Zhenren

Mu Lan's expression was as dark as water.

Zhang Hei roared at the gate of the Red Flower Camp, his voice thundering, causing significant negative effects on the troops.

However, Mu Lan suppressed his anger: "General Zhang, calm down. I don't yet know what happened. Let me investigate first!"

Zhang Hei, barely containing his rage, waved his hand repeatedly: "Ask, ask quickly!"

Mu Lan questioned the soldiers involved in the brawl, and they responded truthfully, feeling wronged.

"It was the people from the Three Generals Camp who provoked us first!"

"They insulted Old General Mu, saying our Red Flower Camp always shifts blame onto our comrades, unworthy of being called men!"

"We didn't strike first either; it was the Three Generals Camp who spat on our faces."

Mu Lan nodded and responded to Zhang Hei directly: "General Zhang, we have a clearer picture of what happened now. It was your side who provoked first. Why not bring the people involved here for a face-to-face confrontation?"

Enraged, Zhang Hei gripped his Black Serpent Spear and pointed it at Mu Lan again: "My soldier is lying in bed, critically injured and receiving treatment."

"Do you genuinely want him to confront you? Or are you using words to corner me, knowing this?"

"I came seeking justice, and it seems I'll have to settle it with my fists."

Mu Lan's expression darkened further, and he laughed in extreme anger: "You black brute, have you forgotten yourself after a sudden promotion? Since you keep being insolent and asking for a beating, I'll grant your wish!"

Zhang Hei laughed heartily, channeled his energy, and soared into the sky first.

Mu Lan followed suit, flying upward and retrieving a long spear from his storage bracelet.

The Blood-Tasseled Spear!

About seven feet in length, perfectly balanced in design, excellent for quick thrusts and delivering sharp, sweeping strikes.

The shaft was made of wax-white wood, tough as iron, smooth and slightly yellow, exuding an ancient aura.

The spearhead was sharp, slightly curved, gleaming coldly.

Most striking was the red tassel at the top, vibrant as fresh blood, swaying in the wind like a flowing river of crimson, contrasting sharply with the white shaft.

Zhang Hei charged upward, wielding his Black Serpent Spear.

Clang! Clang! Clang!

Sparks flew as spear and lance clashed.

The sharp, piercing sounds of intense collisions echoed through the camp.

Zhang Hei's commotion stirred the entire Red Flower Camp; almost all soldiers looked up to watch the battle.

"That Zhang Hei is too arrogant!"

"The Three Generals Camp only captured Ma Feitui because we weakened him first!"

"What do they have to boast about?"

"General Mu, teach that black brute a lesson!"

The Red Flower Camp soldiers had full confidence in General Mu Lan.

Both Zhang Hei and Mu Lan engaged in close combat, clashing repeatedly as they moved up and down in the sky.

Zhang Hei's Black Serpent Spear was heavy and domineering; his movements crude and straightforward, each swing stirring roaring winds, creating a grand spectacle.

Mu Lan's Blood-Tasseled Spear, however, was swift as a crimson lightning bolt, focused on thrusting. He cultivated the Mystic Gold Armor-Piercing Art, renowned for its ability to break through armor.

Mu Lan's spear techniques were sharp and rapid, the spearhead leaving stunning trails of blood-red light with each thrust.

His movements were simple and unadorned, far less flamboyant than Zhang Hei's, but incredibly precise, forcing Zhang Hei to dodge and evade repeatedly.

Mu Lan spun around, his cloak swirling with the motion, casting a blur of light and shadow.

"Whoosh!"

The light and shadow obscured Zhang Hei's vision, blinding him momentarily.

Seizing the opportunity, Mu Lan thrust his Blood-Tasseled Spear through the cold air, aiming for Zhang Hei's right arm.

At the critical moment, Zhang Hei relied on his hearing to gauge the position, retreating explosively while blocking horizontally with his Black Serpent Spear.

A dull impact sound followed as the spear was knocked off course.

Zhang Hei staggered, leaving more openings.

Mu Lan capitalized, striking swiftly again, the spearhead flashing like lightning, this time aimed at Zhang Hei's neck.

Zhang Hei retreated further, muscles bulging in his right arm as he forcibly pulled back the Black Serpent Spear, barely parrying Mu Lan's thrust with the spearhead.

Catching his breath, he gripped the spear with his left hand as well, mustering strength in both arms.

"Ha!"

He pushed with all his might, forcing Mu Lan's Blood-Tasseled Spear away.

Mu Lan moved like the wind, light and agile, circling to the left and thrusting his spear diagonally toward Zhang Hei's abdomen with lightning speed.

Zhang Hei grunted, unable to defend in time, and a bloody hole was pierced in his abdomen.

Gritting his teeth, he endured the pain, swinging his spearhead downward fiercely toward Mu Lan's head, adopting a desperate, life-for-life stance.

Mu Lan, not wearing a helmet, refused to trade blows and retreated.

Zhang Hei barely steadied himself, fearless, his fighting spirit burning brighter with rage.

"Again!" He raised his spear and charged forward aggressively.

A glint of admiration flickered in Mu Lan's eyes: "Quite the fierce warrior."

His Blood-Tasseled Spear thrust repeatedly, occasionally sweeping through the air, forming a curtain of spear strikes that enveloped Zhang Hei.

Zhang Hei, like a trapped beast, roared and fought fiercely, but wounds accumulated, blood streaming from him.

Mu Lan held a clear advantage in the duel against Zhang Hei!

However, as the battle wore on, Zhang Hei's strength surged rapidly.

His eyes blazing with fury, he swung the Black Serpent Spear, creating waves of dark shadows, astonishingly swift.

The shadows surged like tumultuous waves.

Black Wave Overpowering Skill!

Zhang Hei's technique began to show its unique effects; simple attacks now formed vast dark waves, damaging all enemies within range.

His entire body bulged with sinews, coiling around him like giant pythons, granting him increasingly formidable strength.

Talent — Frenzied Python Sinews!

This talent allowed a cultivator's sinews to expand and condense continuously when enraged, forming python-like tendons that bestowed terrifying power.

The angrier the cultivator, the stronger the foundation, and the more astounding the strength from Frenzied Python Sinews.

Clang!

Another clash between the Blood-Tasseled Spear and the Black Serpent Spear.

But this time, it was the Blood-Tasseled Spear that was knocked aside, and the Black Serpent Spear pressed forward!

A sharp glint flashed in Mu Lan's eyes; sensing danger, he launched an all-out attack.

Zhang Hei's arms bulged like mountains, python-like sinews coiling around his body, releasing power like a bursting flood.

Black Wave Overpowering Skill!

Frenzied Python Sinews!

Black Serpent Spear!

The triple combination made each of his strikes stir overwhelming dark waves. Within the waves, the spear moved like a dragon stirring the sea, ferocious and formidable.

Zhang Hei's ever-increasing strength made the Black Serpent Spear heavier and more domineering.

The spear swept like rolling giant waves, its force足以摧毁一切挡在它前面的敌人！

Mu Lan, agile as the wind, gradually felt like a red bird overlooking a black sea, sensing helplessness.

"This can't go on! This black brute..."

Mu Lan would never admit defeat, especially in front of his own troops.

He snorted coldly, withdrew swiftly, and flew away, quickly creating distance.

Zhang Hei was taken aback, recalling Mu Lan's archery skills, and gave chase immediately.

But his speed was no match for Mu Lan's, who easily distanced himself.

Mu Lan drew the divine weapon Crimson Phoenix Bow and nocked a Fierce Heart Arrow.

He then activated the divine ability — Crimson Heart Swan Arrow!

Zhang Hei's scalp tingled, feeling locked on tightly, with no escape whether he fled to the heavens or the earth.

"So this is how the Dragon King's temple priest felt back then."

"So terrifying!"

"I'm going to die!" Zhang Hei widened his eyes desperately, resolved to face death head-on!

The next moment.

Thud.

(End of )