chapter 392

[?]: Cry!

[?]: Cry!

[?]: Cry!

chapter 392 Young Master Doesn’t Cry

{sfx: pa, pa}

[Zhao Yun]: Cry!

{sfx: pa, pa}

{sfx: pa, pa}

[ZY]: You better cry!
(“I tell you to cry”)

[ZY]: Young Master, cry!

{sfx: pa, pa}

[baby Liu Shan]: Wah…waaaah!

WAH~

[ZY]: Hoo.

WAH~

WAH~

[Cao Hong]: That… that boy, is still alive…

[ZY]: Yes, he’s alive, still alive!

Hahaha!

Hahaha!

{sfx: pa~}

[ZY]: Still alive!
(this is a triumph, I’m making a note here)

[AD]: Waah…wah!
[ZY]: Hahaha!

One cries, while the other laughs…

What a startling scenery.

[ZY]: Haha, my Lord once said, when faced with a crisis…
(“…danger”)

[Cao Ren]: Stop! Don’t go any closer!
(“…get over there”)

[ZY]: Laugh…
{flag reads: Zhao}

[ZY]: to the top.

{sfx: ka~}

{sfx: cha~}

{sfx: pa~}

[CH]: Shit! A ruse! Hurry!
(“…fell for strategy…”)

[?]: Hurry! Block him!

I see a weak point over here.
(“this side of the army is showing a weak point”)

{sfx: cha~}

KILL~

KILL~

[CR]: Oh no, he’s heading for the outside!
(“…outside of formation”)

[?]: Hold it.
(“keep step”)

[?]: Don’t worry, everyone.

[Xiahou En]: He has to answer to me outside the formation.
(“…formation outside, is me xia hou en’s controlled [area]”)

{sfx: don~}

[ZY]: Rrr.
(the grunt actually sounds like “woo”)

[XHE]: Huff.

{sfx: don~}

{sfx: don~don~don~}

HOH~

[Xiahou Yuan and Cao Ren]: Be careful! That guy’s really strong!

[XHE]: Worry not.

[XHE]: Fear not.

{sfx: cha~}

[XHE]: This is Prime Minister Cao’s Qinggang Sword.

[XHE]: It’s used to execute insubordinate subjects of His Majesty!

{sfx: pa}

[ZY]: Good!

[ZY]: In honor of your golden statement!

[ZY]: Rrrr!
(teeth gritting grunt, sounds like “geh”)

{sfx: cha~}

[XHY]: Xiahou En!

{sfx: cha~}

[ZY]: Thank you, Prime Minister, for bestowing me this sword!

CHANGSHAN STYLE

LEFT DETOUR-

RIGHT RETURN!

KILL~

{sfx: cha~}

{horse neigh}

{sfx: cha~}

KILL~

[Yu Jin]: That… that sword…

[?]: in his hands made him…

[?]: He… he slaughtered his way out!
(“…of the formation”)

What!

Why is he stopping?

[ZY]: Cry!

[ZY]: Cry!

[ZY]: Why did you stop crying?

[ZY]: Why are you shivering, Young Master?

[?]: Sorry,

[Zhang Liao]: the little guy must be scared…
(implying the cause was himself)

No one dared to approach him once he held the Qinggang sword.

All except one man who believed himself to be the stronger warrior.