The Strongest Spear and the Hardest Shield! (Part 2)

During dinner, after learning that one of his brothers had also broken through to the Titled Douluo realm, Jing Hang suddenly felt incredibly dejected. Of the four brothers, he was now the only lonely Soul Douluo. Even his wife had become a Titled Douluo. If he kept wasting away like this, he probably would not be able to beat anyone in the Eight Soul Suppressors—Luo Yun excluded, of course.

"Jing Hang, how about we have a fight tomorrow?"

A slightly flushed Chen Sican, having had a few drinks, spoke to Jing Hang. He was quite confident in his current strength. It was no exaggeration to say that with his speed and the unique offensive power of the Wind Element, he was absolutely the sharpest spear among the Eight Soul Suppressors!

"Sure. You brat, it's only been a few days, and you've gotten awfully cocky. Don't tell me you really think that just because you've broken through to the Titled Douluo realm, you can challenge me, the strongest defense, one-on-one? Even Old Ye wouldn't dare say something like that when he's drunk. Fine, tomorrow we'll have a proper fight and see who ends up getting slapped in the face!"

Watching the drunken antics of the two men at the dinner table, Ye Lei was somewhat speechless. So many years had passed, yet these two were still the same. They could get worked up at the drop of a hat. A sparring match was just a sparring match—why did they have to say so much?

If it had been him and Song Yang, they would probably have already started fighting in the courtyard by now.

"Let me make this clear first. Even if you two are drunk, don't start fighting in my courtyard. Otherwise, if I step in, the two of you