The next day, the morning sun slowly rose like a fiery orb, painting the horizon in a brilliant orange-red.
At the front lines of the two armies, drums roared like thunder, shaking the heavens and earth, each beat seemingly striking at people's souls.
After several fierce clashes, both sides had gradually lost their initial patience.
The soldiers' faces were etched with weariness and resolve; they gripped their weapons tightly, their eyes revealing a thirst for victory, waiting only for a command to charge forward bravely once more.
A tense atmosphere permeated the air, as if even the wind had ceased to blow, the entire battlefield seemingly awaiting the imminent moment of decisive battle.
Just then, Yan Xing came forward to challenge.
He rode his horse with spear held high, looking dashing and heroic, and shouted loudly at the front of the formation: "Who was that young general in white armor and a brocade robe in yesterday's battle? Come forward quickly and fight me!"
His voice echoed through the sky, filled with provocation and boldness.
Ma Chao subtly gestured to Dong Zhuo, who nodded in response.
Ma Chao lightly tapped his warhorse and rode to the front.
Ma Chao's face was as fair as jade, his eyes as bright as stars; he had a powerful build, wore a lion helmet, silver armor, and a brocade robe over it.
He rode the peerless Horse King Aurora and wielded the Tiger Head Gold Plated Spear.
His handsome face was full of determination and courage, radiating heroism and an imposing presence.
As soon as Ma Chao's magnificent figure appeared, Dong Zhuo's Army soldiers immediately erupted in cheers.
Ma Chao's appearance was simply too handsome and unparalleled; his face was like beautiful jade, his eyes like bright stars, full of heroic spirit and an imposing presence, radiating an irresistible charm.
His handsome face, tall stature, and fearless spirit made him seem like a god of war descended from myth, captivating even the enemy soldiers, who were filled with admiration.
Yan Xing looked at Ma Chao, who had come out to fight, and said, "Youngster, we fought last night, and I saw that you are skilled.
But I don't know who you are, surely not some unknown nobody, quickly tell me your name!"
Ma Chao replied proudly, "I am Xiliang Ma Chao!
When I fought you yesterday, I saw that you are also a hero, so why do you betray the court and harm the common people?
If you are willing to surrender, I can speak on your behalf before Dong Gong, and together we can achieve great deeds, wouldn't that be splendid?"
Upon hearing this, Yan Xing immediately became furious and said, "Ma Chao, since you are Ma Teng's son, there is no possibility of alliance between us.
Let our weapons do the talking!"
Yan Xing thrust his spear out like a venomous snake, his moves tricky and unpredictable, making them difficult to grasp.
Ma Chao, however, showed no fear; he swung his silver spear fiercely, striking Yan Xing like a thunderbolt.
Ma Chao displayed a powerful and peerless spear technique, each thrust incredibly potent, seemingly capable of splitting mountains and shattering rocks.
As his silver spear danced, it was like a dragon emerging from the sea, majestic and overwhelming.
At times, it was a dense flurry of thrusts like a sudden storm, and at other times, it was as swift and fierce as a tiger pouncing on its prey.
Yan Xing's spear technique, however, was as elusive as a ghost, sometimes striking from unexpected angles, and sometimes arcing strangely to bypass Ma Chao's attacks.
His spear tip gleamed with a cold light, like a phantom in the dark night, making it impossible to guard against.
The soldiers of both sides watched the fierce battle nervously, occasionally letting out gasps of surprise.
They saw Ma Chao's spear technique was incredibly powerful, each strike making their hearts tremble; and Yan Xing's tricky spear technique also made them worry for Ma Chao.
Spear shadows flew, and the two generals fought intensely, making it difficult to determine the victor; the excitement of the battle shocked everyone.
Amidst the flying spear shadows, the two had fought over a hundred rounds, still without a clear victor, and a fierce fire burned in the eyes of both sides.
Ma Chao roared, his spear technique becoming even more powerful and peerless, each strike carrying the sound of tearing air, its power astonishing like a falling meteorite.
The silver spear seemed to transform into a giant silver dragon, baring its fangs and claws as it lunged at Yan Xing.
Yan Xing showed no fear; his spear technique also became more tricky and elusive.
He flashed, dodging Ma Chao's attack like an illusion, and at the same time, thrust a spear, its tip like a venomous snake striking at Ma Chao's vital point.
The soldiers of both sides watched in awe, their cheers becoming more intense as they rooted for their respective generals.
The battlefield was filled with a strong fighting spirit, and the battle had entered a heated phase.
Ma Chao and Yan Xing both gritted their teeth, giving their all, vowing to defeat the other, and the excitement of the battle reached a new peak.
Amidst the flying spear shadows, the two fought for dozens more rounds, inseparable.
Ma Chao roared, his spear technique pouring out like a fierce storm, the sharp, piercing sound of the silver spear cutting through the air, as if it would pierce the heavens and earth.
Yan Xing frowned, but remained composed.
His figure shifted strangely, moving like a phantom through the spear shadows.
Suddenly, he seized an opportunity, his spear tip gleaming with a cold light, like a soul-reaper from the netherworld, striking directly at Ma Chao's vital point.
Ma Chao, undaunted, flicked his wrist, and the silver spear instantly changed direction, colliding fiercely with Yan Xing's spear tip.
With a loud clang, sparks flew, and both men felt their arms go numb from the immense recoil.
But neither of them retreated; instead, they fought even more bravely, as if determined to completely crush the other.
The soldiers of both sides were so tense they dared not breathe, their eyes unblinking as they watched this heart-stopping battle, their hearts pounding for their respective generals.
The shouts of battle and cheers intertwined on the battlefield, the atmosphere reaching its extreme tension.
The two had fought for nearly two hundred rounds, yet they remained full of energy.
Ma Chao's spear technique showed no decrease in power, remaining as fierce as ever, each strike carrying an unstoppable momentum.
Yan Xing's spear technique remained sharp and tricky, constantly seeking Ma Chao's weaknesses.
However, as time passed, the horse beneath Yan Xing gradually weakened, its speed and strength diminishing.
At the same time, his weapon, under Ma Chao's relentless attacks, gradually showed damage; the spear tip was no longer as sharp, and fine cracks appeared on the shaft.
Despite these disadvantages, Yan Xing showed no intention of retreating.
He gritted his teeth, strenuously resisting Ma Chao's attacks, trying to find an opportunity to turn the tide.
But Ma Chao would not give him such a chance; his offensive became even more fierce, giving Yan Xing no respite.
This battle became increasingly gripping, with soldiers from both sides watching tensely.
Ma Chao seized the opportunity when Yan Xing's warhorse faltered, making his attacks even more swift and fierce.
His silver spear, like a dragon, continuously launched powerful attacks at Yan Xing, each thrust carrying immense force.
Yan Xing struggled to resist, but the damage to his weapon put him at an increasing disadvantage.
Ma Chao spotted an opening, and his silver spear shot out like lightning, directly breaking Yan Xing's spear shaft.
Yan Xing was greatly alarmed, left with only half a spear shaft, and the situation rapidly deteriorated.
Ma Chao pressed his advantage, his spear shadows dancing, completely enveloping Yan Xing in his attacks.
A sharp glint flashed in his eyes, as if proclaiming that victory was at hand.
Under Ma Chao's immense pressure, Yan Xing retreated step by step, his face showing expressions of fear and helplessness.
Finally, Ma Chao struck Yan Xing's chest with a fierce blow, causing Yan Xing to spit blood, severely wounded, and fall from his horse.
Seeing this, Han Sui was anxious and immediately ordered his generals to desperately rescue Yan Xing.
Ma Chao, seeing this, would not easily let them succeed, and with his spear, he engaged in a fierce battle with the generals who came to rescue the person.
At this moment, Dong Zhuo seized the opportunity and issued the order for a general assault.
Instantly, bugle calls echoed through the sky, and Dong Zhuo's Army surged forward like a tide, launching a fierce charge.
The Flying Bear Army bravely interspersed and charged at the front, repeatedly impacting the rebel's defensive lines.
Under the fierce attack of Dong Zhuo's Army, the rebel army suffered heavy casualties.
Shouts of battle and the clash of weapons echoed throughout the heavens and earth, the battle grew fiercer, and the situation became increasingly unfavorable for the rebels.
Meanwhile, Pang De and Zhang Xiu, leading their more than one thousand elite Flying Bear Army soldiers, had already formed a seamless cooperation with Ma Chao after successfully joining him.
With their spearheads pointing, their momentum like a rainbow, they charged directly towards Han Sui's Army.
The more than one thousand Flying Bear Army warriors, each looking dashing and valiant, under the leadership of Pang De and Zhang Xiu, were like a group of fierce tigers descending from the mountains, creating a whirlwind on the battlefield with unstoppable force.
They cooperated closely with Ma Chao, echoing each other, forming a powerful combined fighting force, charging forward relentlessly towards Han Sui's Army.
For a time, shouts of battle and the clash of weapons echoed across the sky; wherever the Flying Bear Army went, the enemy forces collapsed, and the battle turned into a one-sided situation.