Three Kingdoms: A Worthless Soldier? I Block Twelve Generals with One Sword

Chen An spent three years as a good-for-nothing in Liu Yao’s army. He never tried to get ahead or earn merit, and always hung back in battle. His comrades made fun of the sword at his waist. “Can you even draw it?” He grinned. “It’s rusted shut.” Nobody knew his secret: his eyes could see things others couldn’t. On the battlefield, before an enemy raised their blade, he could already see its afterimage. The next move, three moves ahead, ten moves ahead: before anything happened, he had already watched it play out before his eyes. His master called it the Art of Reading Momentum. His master had also said that he must not act until the realm stood on the brink of collapse. In three days, his service would be over. What did this troubled world have to do with him? Then Taishi Ci charged alone into the enemy ranks and shouted over his shoulder, “Anyone with courage, follow me!” Hundreds of men, and not one dared move. Chen An sighed and swung into the saddle. That day, he stood alone against Cheng Pu, Huang Gai, Han Dang… and twelve of Jiangdong’s greatest generals. His comrades were stunned. Taishi Ci was stunned. On the hill opposite, Sun Ce nearly fell off his horse. At last, the sword that had stayed sheathed for three years tasted blood. His master’s spirit was probably furious. But Chen An couldn’t worry about that now. Since he could no longer hide… He would make his move in this realm, too. And his pieces were the afterimages of everyone’s next move.