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“Who goes there?”
No response.
“It’s Zhang Yu, the imperial elder brother!” Hu Che’er answered from within the ranks.
“Zhang Yu?” The squad leader had clearly heard the name before, but who in Chang’an feared the Flying Bear Army? No matter if he was a so-called imperial elder brother or even the current emperor, he wouldn’t make them bow their proud heads. Their loyalty and obedience belonged only to Dong Zhuo.
“I don’t care if you’re the imperial elder brother or some other nonsense,” the squad leader glared at Zhang Yu, his scarred face trembling slightly. His high nose and curly, loose hair marked him as a man of a foreign tribe.
In fact, Dong Zhuo held considerable prestige among the northwestern tribes. Not only the Flying Bear Army but many barbarian soldiers served even within the Xiliang army. His rampaging soldiers and chaotic governance could be seen as a small rehearsal for the greater upheaval of the Five Barbarians’ invasion.
“Today, the Grand Tutor is present here. Any unauthorized person daring to approach will be killed on sight!”
“I live in the Minister of Works’ residence.”
“Get lost.”
“I must go in.”
“Looking for death!”
The squad leader drew his sword, and dozens of Flying Bear soldiers brandished their blades, their cold gleam instantly chilling the night air.
Yet Zhang Yu remained unmoved.
“Fool? Hahaha!” The squad leader laughed wildly. “I’ve given you a chance, so don’t blame me! What’s an elder brother to me? Under my blade, you’re no different from those begging women and children—weak!”
“You’ve killed women and children,” Zhang Yu said, not as a question but as if speaking to himself.
“I’ve even killed an elder brother.” He pressed the tip of his blade to his lips and licked along the edge with his tongue, cutting it open and drawing blood that quickly stained the blade red.
“Every time my blade tastes blood, I drink tenfold, even a hundredfold of others’ blood.”
“Truly a beast,” Zhang Yu said calmly.
“Hahaha! Die by my hand!” The squad leader laughed for three seconds, then abruptly stopped, his face tightening as he charged forward with his sword.
“Combat power: 76,” Zhang Yu glanced briefly; the system displayed the data.
Earlier, he had already made his decision in his mind.
...
“Ding!
【Don’t Force Me to Act (Lower)】: Activating this skill grants the host a 10–15 point increase in combat power for half an hour. Cost: 1000 points.
【Don’t Force Me to Act (Medium)】: Activating this skill grants the host a 15–30 point increase in combat power for the duration of a cup of tea. Cost: 3000 points.
【Don’t Force Me to Act (Upper)】: Activating this skill grants the host a 30–40 point increase in combat power for the duration of an incense stick. Cost: 5000 points.
Note: This skill cannot be stacked.
Recommendation: If the host’s combat power is below fifty, it can be used in conjunction with 【Weakling’s Fury】.
【Weakling’s Fury】: Maintains the effects of 【Don’t Force Me to Act】, effectively extending the duration and increasing combat power.
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