Mr Zhang vs TwoBears: Mr Zhang In The Hunt of Honor

Mr. Zhang of KAC vs TwoBears 

Greetings, Royal lords and ladies of the seven kingdoms, merit hunters and bubbles are like brother and sister. Tonight’s tale is not for the run for the prince title, nor for those who spread terror and flee. No—this is the story of blood, forging a name, and Merit. Of a warrior known only by a whisper: Mr. Zhang, the quiet storm of KAC, the shadow behind the merit charts. They call him Q w Q ( his Alt name we are going to talk about in this Story), and if you’ve ever seen his name in your scout report… You already know.

What happened in Kingdom 308 wasn’t just a fight. It was a message for every unbubble castle. A warning. A legend is on the move. And like all good stories, it began on a night when nothing was supposed to happen.

Name? TwoBears.

He stared at the name for a moment because there is a Bear in KAC as well, xD, something about it catching him off guard. He chuckled. “TwoBears, not BlackBear huh? Sounds peaceful.” But this was a game of thrones, and peace is a dangerous, temporary illusion and temporary thing. He scouted. His screen blinked. Then it came in—16 million troops from the scouting report, all hiding behind a wall that looked like Dangerous. The formation? Infantry. Four of them were infantry commanders. Theon [Bow and also use as RL killing lord] and the rest infantry, Seg, Sinara, Haley, with Tyrion to anchor it.

“Damn,” Zhang muttered. “You built a wall like that… and didn’t bubble?”

The desire for peace next to him had long since died. He didn't see it. He didn't care. That name—TwoBears—had gotten him out of sleepy eyes mode. No alarms. No loud music. He just had a gut feeling that this one was real. His fingers moved without stopping. Formation. Cavs Female lineup. One of his main lineups is Cassana. Daenerys. Snelle. Margaery. leila. It wasn't just a counter; it was a test. A test. Not to break a wall, but to break the will of two bears.

He sent the march. No words. No hesitation. Just a silent promise to himself, moving across the kingdom skies like a Dragonrider at full speed.

And then—the impact of Mr. Zhang's armies came like lightning, cracking across a quiet field and spreading chaos only.

Silence.

He opened the report—and his brows raised. 5 million troops dead. 750,000 wounded. And his losses? Only 300k dead, 500k wounded.

“…That’s not normal,” he whispered.

He stared at the report again, zoomed in, rechecked formation data, gear boosts, wall stats—he wasn’t looking for a win. He was trying to understand what had just happened. TwoBears had taken a massive hit and didn’t flinch. Still no bubble.

That’s when something changed in Mr. Zhang. Something emotional. This wasn’t just another merit hit. This was about respect now.

So he launched the second march.

This time, the damage was even worse. 9.5 million more troops gone. TwoBears still stood. Still no movement. No begging in chat for Mercy. No panic. No alliance reinforcement. It was just raw stubbornness. Zhang looked at the clock. He could’ve gone to bed. But he stayed.

“Alright. Let’s finish it then,” he said, out loud.

The third march rolled out like thunder. His troops were angry now. His screen blinked again—12 million troops dead in one single hit. Even Zhang’s jaw tightened. That number didn’t look real. And yet it was. More than 26 million have gone in three strikes.

He sat there in the dark, just staring at the broken pieces of what was once a monster wall.

And still—no bubble.

It was like TwoBears was daring him. One last stand. One last breath. Mr. Zhang didn’t laugh. He didn’t gloat. He just nodded slowly and sent the fourth march, not as an insult—but as a soldier's goodbye.

That final strike landed. 7 million more troops fell. And then the system whispered:

“You have captured the enemy lord: Mr Zhang.”

Zhang leaned back in his chair, exhaled deeply, and rubbed his eyes. For a second, just a second, it felt heavy. Not because of the merit. Not even because of the lord. But because he realized…

This guy never ran.

Most people panic after one hit. They bubble. They message. They cry in world chat. But TwoBears didn’t even blink. He just stood there, took it all, without a word. That kind of silence? That kind of courage?

Zhang had no hate left.

He didn’t even send the fifth march. He could’ve. The guy was practically zeroed. But instead… he stopped. Just like that. The battlefield was his—but he walked away.

No screenshots. No flex. No ego.

He just whispered, “Respect, bear.”

And then he closed the screen.

TwoBears' castle was still standing somewhere in the dark, flickering and burning like a volcano that had erupted at his castle due to the dragon's fire. However, the conflict was over. There was no need for applause for Mr. Zhang. He didn't need his name to be a hindrance to his prince ranking. He arrived, engaged in combat, and respected the battle. That was sufficient. Zhang would be drinking cold tea once more, waiting, watching, and waiting for the next unbubbled soul brave enough to take a punch and still stand, while the rest of the world would return to its farming and bubble-checking. For him? That is the true value.