Fenric’s words hit the hall like a spark in a powder magazine.
Armor rang. Boots scraped. Officers and guards surged to their feet, glaring daggers and shouting for his head. Even the usually composed
General Shaw
—Commander of the Nameless Imperial Guard—showed a flash of anger. Fenric hadn’t insulted
him
directly, true—but calling
his officers
"trash" reflected on the General all the same.
"So," Shaw said, gaze hard, "Your Excellency is very confident in your strength."
He turned slightly. "He wishes to see your skill. Show it—properly. Do not allow yourselves to be looked down on."
If it had been anyone else, Fenric would have been clapped in irons already. Only the report that he’d single‑handedly butchered seven taotie bought him courtesy.
The challenge had barely left the General’s mouth before hands shot up.
"General, allow
this subor
dinate to take the field!" boomed
Commander Wu
of the
Tiger Army
.
"Permit me to instruct this... visitor," said
Commander Chen
of the
Eagle Army
, bow half‑drawn on reflex.
"General, the Deer Army cannot stand idle!" added antler‑helmed
Commander Ding
.
Only
Lin Mei
of the
Crane Army
and the scholarly
Strategist
held their tongues—Lin Mei because she had witnessed Fenric fight, the Strategist because tactics, not dueling, were his battlefield.
Five specialty corps made up the wall’s elite:
Deer Army
– long spear / pike formations.
Eagle Army
– precision archers.
Tiger Army
– heavy Sword shock troops.
Crane Army
– aerial zipline / vertical assault (entirely women).
Bear Army
– heavy melee infantry, personal command of Shaw.
Together they were the finest force under the Song banner.
General Shaw faced Fenric. "I hear you can hunt taotie. Which general do you wish to test?"
Fenric shrugged. "No need to pick. They can come
together
."
The hall erupted again.
"Presumptuous!"
"Arrogant brat!"
"Seeking death!"
"
Noisy.
" Fenric’s single bark cut through the din. He lifted his right leg and stamped.
Boom!
Stone buckled. Slab flooring cratered beneath his heel, fractures spider‑webbing outward in a circle. Dust jumped. Silence followed.
A collective hiss rippled through the hall.
One kick. That much force.
The loudest officers shut their mouths. Even General Shaw’s brows rose. Lin Mei’s eyes widened; the Captain who had reported Fenric’s "god of war" strength suddenly seemed a lot less fanciful.
"Your Excellency," the General said evenly, "impressive."
He glanced across his commanders. "Well? Still eager?"
Faces flushed, but none backed down. These men had stood atop the Wall against taotie; fear was not a habit they cultivated.
"Very well," General Shaw said. "Go together. Let this warrior offer instruction."
"
By your command!
" the three answered in unison.
They knew now that single combat would be pointless; three‑on‑one gave them at least a chance to probe his limits.
Weapons came out—
Commander Ding
set his feet with a supple
snake‑spear
.
Commander Wu
hefted a broad
heavy saber
fit to cleave men in half.
Commander Chen
strung his
war bow
, an arrow already nocked.
The hall cleared. Space opened.
"Begin!" barked General Shaw.
Commander Ding struck first—fast, straight, controlled. The spearhead flashed for Fenric’s shoulder: a test thrust, not a kill shot. Even in challenge, they weren’t here to butcher an ally candidate.
But Fenric’s
agility
—nearly five times that of a normal man—made the attack look slow. He slid aside and caught the haft mid‑lunge.
That was the cue.
A shadow vaulted over Commander Ding’s back—
Commander Wu
, airborne, saber raised high, chopping down in a cleaving arc.
At the same instant,
Commander Chen’s
bowstring twanged.
"
Whsst!
"
The arrow streaked in from the flank, timed to seal Fenric’s retreat. Textbook three‑point kill box: spear to fix, Sword to finish, arrow to punish evasion.
If Fenric dodged the saber, he’d take the shaft in the shoulder.
That was how any
normal
fighter would read the field.
But Fenric didn’t dodge.
[TL/n: Here’s who’s who;
Commander Lin Mae: Blue
Commander Chen: Purple
Commander Wu: Red
Commander Ding: Gold
The man in the middle is the General.]