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Furious, Luzi charged into the crowd, swiftly slashing down several people. Those who had intended to rush out and fight were immediately intimidated by this overwhelming presence. They instinctively dodged to the sides to avoid the sword's edge, inadvertently revealing Fake Zhao Kuo, who had been hiding at the back of the group. This reaction was entirely natural and understandable.
Caught off guard, Fake Zhao Kuo froze when he saw the blade coming toward him. In a moment of panic, he raised his sword to block the tip aimed at his chest, leaning back and stepping two paces backward into the house. What he didn't expect was that the two swords seemed to stick together. The force of the blades surged violently, following him closely.
The narrow doorway could only accommodate one person at a time. By the time those who had scattered left and right reacted, two individuals had already rushed into the house, one after the other. It was too late for anyone to turn back and provide support; before they could even pivot, several were shot down by flying arrows.
No matter how skilled Li Xin was at rapid shooting, he couldn't replicate widespread archery. When the panicked crowd realized there was only one person up high outside, they simultaneously understood what was happening. The Qin Army had been completely pinned down by the attacking Zhao Army; at this moment, there were actually only two opponents!
Thus, without any prior discussion, they spontaneously divided into two teams. One team went inside to help capture the desperate fugitive, while the other team focused on dealing with the archer. There was no need for a formal plan; those carrying bows and arrows formed one group while those with close-range weapons formed another. The archers took off their ranged weapons and found cover to provide suppressive fire.
This situation conflicted with their original plan. Instead of fleeing in chaos as expected, their enemies began organizing a solid defense. This sudden shift put Li Xin under significant pressure from afar; he felt danger looming and couldn't afford to curse in frustration. He had no choice but to move left and right to evade attacks while trying to regain control of the situation.
However, the opposing archer was not just a makeshift performer; it was clear from their first shot that they were highly skilled marksmen. The effective suppression gradually formed an opportunity for those preparing to rush inside to help.
Li Xin understood this predicament well; every additional person entering would increase pressure on Luzi. Yet, given the circumstances, there was little he could do at that moment. While he managed to stealthily shoot down two individuals attempting to enter the house, he also sustained a wound from an arrow that grazed his neck. As sweat trickled down to the injury, it felt like ants crawling back and forth—itchy and painful.
The archer pinned down in the courtyard also recognized this issue; without taking out the person on the roof, it would be impossible to enter the house. Thus, they recklessly stood up and exchanged shots with Li Xin, determined to keep fighting as long as they weren't killed by a single arrow.
Fake Zhao Kuo, forced back into the house, wasn't going down easily; he had merely been caught off guard by Luzi's initial attack. With a series of evasive maneuvers and counterattacks creating reaction time for himself, he quickly regained his composure. A slight tremor ran through his Bronze Sword as he countered with two strikes that pushed Luzi back a step. He then used his sword to deflect Luzi's blade while simultaneously aiming a strike toward Luzi's throat.
If that blow landed cleanly, it would be fatal!
Such a significant matter could not be allowed to succeed without proper discussion. Luzi flicked his pinky finger against the edge of his sword, shifting from defense to offense with a Cold Light aimed at Fake Zhao Kuo's forearm holding the sword. Seeing his opponent withdraw and evade, Luzi stepped forward and transformed his sword's momentum into an upward thrust.
Fake Zhao Kuo quickly retracted his sword, using the blade to press down against the upward thrust of the attack. At that moment, distant shouts of battle could be heard. "Haha! My army has breached the city! Luzi! I now offer you two choices..."
Luzi had already made up his mind; he would eliminate both the real and the fake! As he kicked the door shut, he locked it with his foot. "You're not Zhao Kuo! Why are you putting on such a sour face? Aren't you afraid it won't recover?" With that, he swung his sword and lunged.
Hearing the battle cries drawing closer, Fake Zhao Kuo became even more smug. He deflected the incoming strike with his sword and laughed, "Who says my face is fake!? Give me a reason first! Why should I pretend to be anyone else?"
It's clearly fake! What more reason do you need!?
Luzi chose not to respond and launched three more strikes. Seeing that Fake Zhao Kuo was not countering with any lethal moves but instead dodging with jumps, Luzi had no choice but to pursue, thrusting his sword while laughing in anger. "You still claim you're not fake! A dignified general of Zhao shouldn't be jumping around like a monkey!"
This person’s words would surely distract him, and Fake Zhao Kuo was no exception. Hearing that he had been seen through, he didn't even feel embarrassed. Just as he narrowly avoided a strike and was about to explain, he suddenly felt a numbness in his hand.
Luzi was waiting for this moment of distraction and seized the opportunity to knock Fake Zhao Kuo's Bronze Sword from his hand. He raised his weapon, resting its edge on the opponent's shoulder, warning, "Don't move! You might dirty your clothes!"
Naturally, Fake Zhao Kuo, who had been instantly subdued, was filled with rage, but there was nothing else he could think of at this point. Glancing at the cold blade pressed against him, he angrily said, "I never intended to kill you; why do you keep pressing me!? If you push a rabbit into a corner, it will bite!"
Seeing the calm demeanor of his opponent, Luzi suddenly felt an illusion arise. It seemed as if he was the one being restrained rather than restraining the other! "Kid! Is this fun? We are enemies! The kind that will fight to the death upon meeting! What do you think this is? A game?"
Fake Zhao Kuo completely disregarded such words. "I've never seen such naivety; what's there to be surprised about!? Those who die can still be reborn!"
Deciding not to waste time arguing further, Luzi also worried about Outside's Li Xin, suppressing his anger. "General Zhao! Such profound questions are best discussed when we have leisure time; what do you think?" After receiving confirmation, he continued, "I imagine you've grown tired of staying in Zhao; would you be interested in following me to see the capital of Qin State?"
"General Lu! You speak truly! I indeed have this intention! I want to travel through various states; what interesting things can be found in Xianyang?"
Since the conversation has reached this point, there's no harm in continuing. Luzi eagerly expressed his willingness to serve as a free guide for General Zhao, assuring him that his local knowledge was absolutely professional. Aside from the palace, there were plenty of famous mountains and rivers nearby. If the general enjoyed bathing, he could also visit hot springs daily for health benefits.
Now that this deal was struck, Fake Zhao Kuo decided not to prolong the discussion any further. He signaled Luzi to put away his sword and said, "I am new here and have encountered too many swindlers in the martial world. Therefore, I rarely trust people, yet for some reason, I am willing to believe what you say, Luzi. Is that acceptable?"
Of course, that was acceptable! Luzi immediately sheathed his sword and stated that they could set off right away if possible.
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