Chapter 2: Only One Battle

Heavens, you truly have played a tremendous joke on me

This fist is not that hard! ... ... Chu He took a deep breath, looking at Zhao Yun who was five steps away, his mind racing as he developed the thought of competing with Zhao Yun.

Why are you doing this?" Chu He shouted loudly, without even thinking, he hurriedly turned and ran away.

Is this the Han Dynasty or the Tang Dynasty? Or is it ... ...

Who are you? The young man stood in the woods, about five or six meters away from the clearing where the Chu River was located

The mobile phone fell onto a rock, shattering the screen and damaging the edges. This was the quad-core large-screen phone that Chu He had purchased for five thousand yuan, a decision made after three months of frugality. He usually took great care of it, treating it like a treasure, but at this moment, he didn't even glance at the broken phone. Instead, he stood up in shock, his eyes burning with intensity as he looked towards Zhao Zilong in front of him

Chu He took out the map, looked around, observing the undulating mountains and the faint smoke rising from the mountain streams, his mood sinking to the valley.

Chu He, who originally thought he would be unable to withstand this punch, was surprised to find that Zhao Yun was not as formidable as the legends suggested. He was able to easily catch Zhao Yun's fist.

It is now the sixth year of Guanghe! From where do you hail? Is it true, as the neighbors say, that you are holding a young girl captive? Zhao Yun looked at Chu He and asked tentatively, pointing his spear downwards at the broken mobile phone on the ground.

Bang

"Thief, do not run!" Zhao Yun shouted loudly, taking a few steps to approach Chu He. He swung his fist towards Chu He. Knowing there was no way to escape, Chu He could only hope that Zhao Yun would show mercy, and he met Zhao Yun's punch with one of his own, devoid of any fighting spirit.

"Heavenly Father, let me go back!" Chu He's frantic roar echoed through the forest as he stood at the end of the creek, gazing at the stream flowing beneath the rocks, turning to look at the sprawling jungle and hills beside him

Whoosh

With my heart racing, I embraced with both hands and said to Zhao Yun: "Please give me your guidance"

Are you not the valiant Zhao Yun, Zhao Zilong? What year is it this year? Is the current emperor still Lingdi? If it were not for the long spear in Zhao Zilong's hand, which was already pointing towards the Chu River, perhaps the Chu River would be embracing Zhao Zilong right now, looking at the astonished and cautious Zhao Zilong, who could not wait to ask a series of questions

The source of the brook is located beneath a large boulder at the mountain's peak, where there is a spring. The surrounding dense forest is interconnected, lush and vibrant with life. However, Chu He distinctly remembers that this area of the mountain had few plants due to mining activities, and the age of the large trees was only a little over ten years. Yet, along this route, he observed that the age of the large trees was at least over one hundred years.

Zhao Yun pondered over Chu He’s question, recalling the expression on Chu He’s face earlier. It was clear that the other party did not recognize him, yet upon hearing his name, he appeared extremely familiar. Evidently, the other party had a considerable understanding of him. However, what puzzled Zhao Zilong was that he rarely ventured out, his reputation was not prominent, so how did the other party come to know of him?

Zhao Yun's reputation was so resounding that Chu He did not even harbor thoughts of resistance. However, the more Chu He acted this way, the more Zhao Yun became convinced of his previous thoughts. A fierce killing intent surged in his eyes as he suddenly hurled his spear, aiming directly at Chu He

"Go ahead!" Zhao Yun looked at Chu He with high spirits, his eyes showing no trace of contempt. He gradually assumed a fighting stance with both fists raised, waiting for Chu He's counterattack

Before he could recover from his shock, Zhao Yun increased his strength once more, suddenly breaking through his defenses and delivering a punch to Chu He’s abdomen, sending Chu He staggering back four or five steps

Upon seeing Chu He throw his phone, Zhao Yun thought that the other party was attempting to destroy evidence. He quickly stepped forward, his long spear swaying at his waist, and charged directly towards Chu He's face.

Chu He looked at Zhao Zilong with urgency, while Zhao Zilong on the opposite side was rendered speechless in shock, his eyes fixed on Chu He. As long as Chu He took another step forward, the spear in his hand would unleash a thunderous strike.

Since the other party is Zhao Zilong of Changshan, it can be established that this is the late Eastern Han period. Furthermore, this place is within the Changshan Commandery of Jizhou, which means that Zhao Yun has not yet emerged from the mountains, and Dong Zhuo has not yet rebelled. The world is still under the control of the Han dynasty rulers. After all, there is only one Zhao Zilong in history

This is a mobile phone; it does not imprison any young girl, nor do I possess any supernatural powers. I have merely lost my way and cannot find the path home. As he spoke, Chu He picked up the broken mobile phone and, with determination, threw it into the stream behind him

When Chu He looked down, his heart twitched for a moment. However, he quickly felt relieved, realizing that he had traveled back over 1,800 years. His phone was no longer usable, and what difference did it make whether he had it or not? Yet, when he became aware that he no longer had his phone, an unexpected sense of emptiness suddenly arose within him.

"Chu River! Who are you again? Where is this?" Chu River looked up at the young man, who had his hair tied up in a bun, wore a black headscarf, and was dressed in a blue cross-collared short coat. A belt was discreetly tied around his waist, and he wore long trousers, resembling the attire from the Han and Tang dynasties.

Bang

Brother, that was something I bought with three months' salary

The long spear grazed the surface of Chu He, leaving a trail of blood. Chu He looked at the spear shaft still swaying, pinned to the tree in front of him, cold sweat pouring down his back, paralyzed with fear, standing there in a daze. His slightly stiff body slowly turned to look behind him.

As he was feeling blank and increasingly agitated by the Chu River, a young man with thick eyebrows and big eyes appeared before him. He held a hardwood spear in his right hand and the mobile phone left behind by Chu River in his left, his eyes glimmering with a hint of curiosity

Chu He hesitated, his gaze fixed intently on the young man as he observed him closely. At the same time, the young man was also observing Chu He. He had never seen anyone dressed like Chu He; even the rumored Xianbei, Qiang, and Hu tribes did not have such attire.

This should be the entrance to the original jungle! It seems there is a parking lot over there... Have I crossed over? Or..." Chu He dared not look further; the environment here had completely changed. Feeling agitated, he sat on a nearby stone, crumpling and tearing the map in his hands

I am Zhao Zilong of Zhao Family Village! This place is within the territory of Changshan County in Jizhou! What is this?" The young man looked at Chu He and spoke with his head held high, casually tossing the mobile phone he held in his left hand towards Chu He.

He was filled with excitement, and a surge of passion arose within him. To be able to battle against a renowned general was something he had longed for. The earlier timidity vanished in an instant. Looking at Zhao Yun's expectant gaze, Chu He swung his arms and charged forward, throwing a punch at Zhao Yun.

He is neither a person of my dynasty nor a barbarian. Could it be that he comes from..." The young man felt a wave of hesitation in his heart, looking at Chu He with increased caution. He gripped his spear tighter, slowly spreading his feet apart to adopt a stance, ready to respond to any sudden crisis.

Hooray