Zhang Que gripped the thick long sword, the blade aura enveloping the blade's edge, buzzing loudly, a blade user of his generation, from the past of Zong Jian Country until now.
The first blade he swung in his youth.
The last blade he swung before his impending death.
Consistent throughout.
One blade to go!
"Go!" Zhang Que shouted loudly; his originally feeble and thin body suddenly inflated with muscles, especially his sword-holding arms which bulged robustly, unleashing tremendous power, shooting out a thick blade aura directly at one person!
Among the four who sought to kill him, he only wished to resist unto death, forcefully killing one!
Yingque!
Why kill Yingque? Because Yingque possessed a special insight ability, able to foresee many of the combat situations of the people in the Chinese Camps, providing significant auxiliary support to the fighting rhythm.
If he didn't die, the Chinese side would continue to be restrained.
So, Zhang Que wanted to kill him.
