He knew of Zhao Yun's brave deeds, but when it came to commanding cavalry in battle, he considered himself second to none.
"You young general, leave quickly! Do you know that I have competed against Gongsun Zan's White Horse Volunteers before?!
In my eyes, Gongsun Zan was just a braggart awaiting death. Could you possibly be more formidable than Gongsun Zan? It's better not to throw your life away in vain!"
Cao Ren gripped his iron lance, clad in black armor, exuding an aura of solemnity and weight.
Zhao Yun remained silent, focusing on maneuvering the Tiger Guards and adjusting their formation, while his star-like eyes scanned the enemy ranks for weak points.
Seeing Zhao Yun ignoring him, Cao Ren felt deeply insulted by this perceived slight from a weaker opponent, and his anger grew.
"You're just a weakling. What right do you have to face me like this?"
At that moment,
Cao Cao reminded Cao Ren from behind: