Chen Mu gave a derisive laugh. "This time, killing the Wolf Bandit Priest felt pretty good, didn't it?"
Chen Xiaojun smiled faintly and replied calmly, "Pretty good. But if he'd really died, that would've felt like an achievement."
Surprise flashed through Chen Mu's eyes at that, but he quickly regained his calm. "I'll say, you're something. You actually trained two forms of intent to the level of artistic conception. Looks like I still underestimated you."
Chen Xiaojun chuckled softly and praised him, "Sharp eyes. You even noticed that."
Chen Mu rolled his eyes and snapped, "Are you stupid, or do you think we're stupid?"
Chen Xiaojun burst out laughing, then said with a perfectly serious face, "No. I only think you're stupid."
Chen Mu was instantly depressed. He took a sulky swig of Ice and Fire Dual Heavens, and as the liquor entered his throat, warmth and cold intertwined, exploding across his taste buds.
Chen Xiaojun suddenly let out an "ah," then said somewhat uneasily, "Do you think using those two artistic-conception ultimate moves will expose my peerless talent?"
Chen Mu rolled his eyes and gave an irritated snort.
"Now you know to be scared after the fact? If you knew this would happen, why were you so impulsive back then?"
"That said, this matter really was tricky. Not many people could see those two moves of yours."
"Besides our clan's people, there were only Ma Liang, Ma Wencai, Gao Cuilan, and that five-person squad."
"Among them, even if most of them saw it, they might not recognize them as artistic-conception ultimate moves. More likely, they'd take them as intent. After all, they've never witnessed the might of a Titled Douluo."
At this point, Chen Mu's expression turned serious. "The others don't worry me much. The only exception might be