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Zhao Yun's spear blossoms were dancing everywhere in the sky, and at first glance they indeed seemed fierce and powerful, but only Zhao Yun knew that this was completely forced upon him.
Lyu Bu's ferocity gave him a lingering fear. In terms of skills, Zhao Yun realized his once-prided abilities seemed about even with Lyu Bu's. As for strength and inner Qi intensity, Lyu Bu was leagues ahead. Then looking at his horse beneath him, Zhao Yun felt a pang of distress—for previously it was always his horse biting the opponent's, but this time Red Hare had taken a bite, causing him heartache.
How to fight this? When Zhao Yun had come forward with his spear, he had been pondering this question. After comparing himself with Lyu Bu, he found at best, if he were to go one-on-one against Lyu Bu, his odds of winning were only twenty to thirty percent.