Mythical Qin: I, Gao Yao, will never be a eunuch!

Chapter 1068 A Reversal of Fate: Gao Yao's Martial Prowess!

Ten arrows pierced the air.

Gao Yao didn't even look at the direction of the arrows. The silver spear spun like a wheel in his hand, its shadow transforming into a silver shield, deflecting the arrows one by one. At the same time, he spurred his horse forward, not towards Xiang Yu, but towards the swordsmen and shieldmen on his left.

The silver spear shot out like a venomous dragon, piercing through two stacked shields and impaling two soldiers behind them. With a flick of the wrist, the corpse flew through the air, knocking down three of his comrades.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Xiang Yu launched a surprise attack from behind, thrusting his halberd straight into Gao Yao's back.

As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Gao Yao saw the white horse suddenly rear up and kick out with its hind legs. This was not the horse's instinctive reaction, but a battle technique honed through rigorous training—the black horse was caught off guard and was kicked so hard that it neighed and staggered backward.

Using the momentum of his horse's upright stance, Gao Yao flipped in the air, his silver spear tracing a perfect arc as it swept across the throats of three archers.

He landed, turned around, and once again pressed the tip of his spear against Xiang Yu's halberd.

The whole process was smooth and quick, taking only two breaths.

“The thirty-seventh,” Gao Yao said, his breathing perfectly steady.

Xiang Yu looked at his fallen personal guards, at the veterans who had fought alongside him for many years, now cold corpses on the ground. Gao Yao, however, remained dressed in white, riding a white horse, clad in silver armor and wielding a silver spear; apart from the bloodstains on the tip of his spear, he showed no sign of disarray.

"What kind of monster are you...?" Xiang Yu's voice began to tremble.

At this moment, Xiang Yu was eager to end this unequal confrontation.

Xiang Yu instinctively turned his head, his pupils suddenly contracting.

The south gate of Xianyang—the very gate he had personally overseen the battle for, the one he had almost breached—was undergoing a startling transformation. The Chu army, which had been surging into the city like a tidal wave, was now in complete retreat. Not an orderly withdrawal, but a rout, a utter collapse.

On the city walls, the Qin army's black banners were raised again, and there were even more of them than before. Rolling logs and stones rained down, and even more terrifying, those exploding black pottery jars reappeared, bursting into bursts of fire amidst the retreating Chu army.

"Impossible..." Xiang Yu murmured, "The city gates have been breached, our army has already entered the city, how could this be..."

"How could you be repelled instead?" Gao Yao continued, his tone still calm. "Because from the very beginning, the city gate was deliberately meant for you to breach."

He spurred his horse forward, pointing his silver spear into the distance: "Look closely, whose army is now charging out of the city?"

Xiang Yu stared intently at the scene.

The soldiers pouring out of the south gate were definitely not the exhausted defenders from before. These soldiers were gleaming in armor, extremely fierce, and advanced like an iron wall.

"The Southern Army..." Xiang Yu's voice was hoarse, "This...how is this possible! They were clearly campaigning against the Qiang tribes a thousand miles away!"

"Conquering the Qiang people?" Gao Yao laughed, a cold, mocking laugh. "Who told you those people were soldiers sent to conquer the Qiang people? Since you knew you were going to play tricks, I had already secretly recalled the Qingyi Society members from various places. You have underestimated me from the beginning, thinking that the Qingyi Society is just an intelligence agency, but in reality, the Qingyi Society has no fewer than 20,000 members!"

He paused, looking at Xiang Yu's increasingly pale face: "The reason I haven't shown up is because I was afraid you wouldn't attack, or that you had run away."

As if to confirm his words, billowing dust rose simultaneously from the east, west, and north of Xianyang. Beneath the dust were a forest of banners, deafening war drums, and an endless black torrent.

Three armies converged and surrounded them.

And what about the Chu army?

The main force is attacking the city, and the formation is in disarray; the central army was attacked by Gao Yao and its command is paralyzed; Yi Xiaochuan's troops on both flanks are entangled by the suddenly appearing Qingyi Society reinforcements and are unable to return to provide support.

"This is... a trap..." Xiang Yu finally understood everything. "From beginning to end, this was a trap..."

"Finally figured it out?" Gao Yao flicked the tip of his spear, leaving another wound on Xiang Yu's right arm. "Unfortunately, it's too late."

It's really too late.

The battlefield situation is deteriorating at a visible rate.

At the south gate, the Chu army entering the city was pushed back by the elite southern border troops and routed. On the east and west flanks, Yi Xiaochuan's troops attempted to hold their ground, but were attacked from three sides by Qin reinforcements and suffered repeated defeats. At the north gate, the Chu army originally tasked with holding the city was completely routed—they were not facing the expected weak defenses, but rather the main force of the Qin army that had been resting and preparing for battle.

The most deadly force is the central army.

The thousand armored cavalrymen brought by Gao Yao had completely disrupted the Chu army's command center. Generals couldn't find their soldiers, soldiers couldn't find their generals, messengers were trampled in the chaos, and banners were indistinguishable. Without unified command, the various Chu units were forced to fight independently, which on the battlefield was tantamount to suicide.

"Your Majesty! The Eastern Wing cannot hold out!"

"Report—The west wing requests a retreat!"

"The central command tent... the central command tent is on fire!"

One piece of bad news after another arrived, each one like a heavy hammer blow to Xiang Yu's heart. He looked at the elite Chu army he had built with his own hands, and at the men who had followed him in his campaigns, now scattered and slaughtered like headless flies.

And the person in front of you is the one who caused all of this.

This man, riding a white horse and wielding a silver spear, remained calm and composed throughout.

"Gao Yao!!!" Xiang Yu roared to the sky, his voice like that of a wounded beast, "I will make you pay with your life!!"

Xiang Yu went completely mad.

Or rather, he abandoned his rationality as a commander and reverted to his most primal bestial nature. The halberd no longer followed any rules; it was all about slashing, hacking, smashing, and sweeping. Every strike was delivered with all his might, and every strike was a fight to the death.

This was the last madness of the overlord.

Gao Yao finally dropped his composed demeanor. It wasn't that Xiang Yu's madness threatened him, but rather that it was time for this charade to end.

The silver spear's speed increased by three points.

"Eighty-first round." Gao Yao's voice came from between the clashes of weapons, "You have repeated your halberd technique three times."

Xiang Yu trembled.

Yes, he had already exhausted his halberd techniques. He had mastered all seventy-two forms of the Xiang family halberd style and created thirty-six variations of his own. But in front of Gao Yao, all his moves were like child's play, and all his variations were easily seen through.

"Round 85." Gao Yao pierced the throat of a bodyguard who was trying to launch a sneak attack with his spear. The body was sent flying, knocking down two more people. "Your breathing is disordered."

Xiang Yu was indeed panting. Not from exhaustion—he possessed superhuman strength, far exceeding that of ordinary people—but from a state of mental turmoil. Anger, humiliation, and despair were draining his spirit, and this mental instability directly impacted his physical performance.