This statement carries a kind of murderous intent, as the opposing Grand General is now being called a spy for enemy factions. If this matter were to be spread, it would be a severe blow to the reputation of the old General.

However, given the current situation, one can’t help but doubt. Otherwise, why would he attack his own people?

Moreover, why would he target the several most capable deputy generals under his command?

It should be known that, within this army, apart from the old man, only those deputy generals are the most formidable, and their status is the highest.

And now, it is evident that the old man has acted against them.

How can others perceive this? How should the king of Zhao Country view this?

"Young man, don’t sling mud recklessly. To prove my innocence, I will personally cut you down today."

Speaking thus, with a swift motion, he drew the sword from his waist, prepared to advance and cut down Lin Yi.

Of course, Lin Yi remained indifferent to this; however, he naturally did not display such disregard but instead shook his head with a sense of helplessness.

"Never expected, never thought, never realized that the Grand General of Zhao Country would possess such a petty demeanor. It seems Zhao Country’s inability to flourish is largely related to this old General."

Saying thus, he gently raised his hand, and, with a relaxed and casual motion, grasped the Treasure Sword aimed at him by the old General.

Suddenly, a clang was heard as Lin Yi’s fingers firmly pinched the Treasure Sword.

At this moment, everyone noticed that Lin Yi had unbeknownst put on, over his clothing, an armor glove forged of iron.

In the eyes of the crowd, this was merely a glove resembling armor, but Lin Yi knew this was not ordinary armor—it was the mechanical arm of the Iron Man Armor.

To acknowledge, the old man’s strength was indeed substantial; when this Treasure Sword was wielded by him, it could easily sever stakes as thick as an arm. Yet, facing Lin Yi’s Iron Man mechanical arm, it could not demonstrate even a fraction of its power.

With ease and comfort, Lin Yi caught the sword, rendering the old man’s attempts to retrieve it futile. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦

Immediately, Lin Yi applied gentle force with his two fingers, and a crunching sound was heard— the Treasure Sword was forcibly broken into two pieces.

This scene frightened everyone; none anticipated such an occurrence.

This was simply too terrifying, something beyond the capability of human strength.

"Hehe, we acknowledge our commitment to the bet. Since the earlier incident occurred, you must agree to one thing for me; this was previously promised by you, wasn’t it? Surely, you won’t renege on your word?"

The situation had escalated to this point, yet none expected Lin Yi still wanted to continue playing this game, even using the bet to make a point.

Currently, Lin Yi, with just two fingers, could easily deal with the old General; such prowess means it would take only a moment to handle these individuals.

This means the initiative is now wholly in Lin Yi’s hands.

But instead of directly demanding anything, Lin Yi brought up the bet again, further baffling them.

Including the old man, who stood there bewildered, looking at his now broken Treasure Sword, unsure what to say.

He too felt a hint of fear.

This was the first time he feared, after a lifetime of warring, truly scared—a young man in his prime unexpectedly holding such talent.

Just a casual wave dispatched him backward, and this sword wasn’t made of ordinary materials; the Emperor had granted it.

The Treasure Sword may not cut iron like mud, but it’s not far off; with its hardness, breaking through typical armor is as easy as crushing dead wood. Coupled with his massive strength, one swing could easily cleave the enemy to death, yet here they are—a situation causing fear.

Because of this current fear, upon hearing Lin Yi speak again, he did not muster up the courage to refute, instead coldly gazing at Lin Yi.

"Do not be overly arrogant. Although I may not match you, present company is not inferior to you, but do not forget—we have a full 70,000 troops outside!

With one command from me, 70,000 troops will surround you. No matter how strong or brave you are, can you withstand my 70,000 troops alone?"

Upon speaking, the old man seemed to have found some courage and confidence, thus continuing to speak to Lin Yi:

"However, I am a very reasonable person. Now, tell me why you are here, what is your ultimate purpose? If clear enough, perhaps I will allow you to leave."

It was clear to them all that the old man was trying to find himself a way out.

Given Lin Yi’s exhibited skill, they evidently cannot detain him.

Not just the present company—even if he called for reinforcements, had guards from outside enter—it would be to no avail.

Given Lin Yi’s demonstrated prowess, they could not block him; as long as Lin Yi chose to leave, he would escape before the 70,000 troops surrounded him.

Furthermore, there’s an essential point in army confrontations: the fear of formidable generals. If someone reaches the point of killing with ease, to the extent of slaughter within a gesture’s reach—no one dares approach.

Even if surrounded by tens of thousands, none would dare to be the first, all keeping their distance.

Even surrounded by 70,000 troops, eventually, Lin Yi would end up with no one daring to venture within ten meters of him, and as he moved, that little space would move with him, until he departed.

This is no exaggeration; it’s the reality. Life is precious, and knowing it’s certain death, no one rushes forward.

Yet, at the old man’s words, Lin Yi merely smiled again, casually returning to the table.

His gaze towards General Wu, who hastened to staunch the bleeding from his arm.

[To be continued...]