Had these two brothers really held such a deep grudge against each other?
Was it an act? It didn't look like one!
Long Aotian might have been capable of acting, but Zhao Ritian... that guy looked stupid to the core. If he could act, his IQ surely wouldn't be this low.
My God, he'd been insta-killed over a hundred times in one day, and he was still alive!? What kind of person could be this brutal!?
What kind of grudge was this!? Getting insta-killed thirty or fifty times still wasn't enough to vent it!?
And wasn't Zhao Ritian being far too vicious?
Like... the guy was sitting on the toilet with diarrhea, and you dragged him out to start beating him up!?
He kept spraying, and you kept hitting him. You... you really weren't afraid of getting dirty!
What a pair of freaks!
Lu Chengwen said, "Everyone understands now, right? The two of them are evenly matched..."
The two rose to their feet at the same time and pointed at each other. "I'm evenly matched with him!?"
Lu Chengwen roared, "Aren't you!? Which one of you can beat the other to death!? Tell me! How many times have you fought? Can you determine a winner!?"
Neither of them spoke. Both clenched their fists and glared at each other.
They both knew Lu Chengwen was right!
How many times had they fought? Could either kill the other? They couldn't!
One had King's Aura, the other Benevolent God's Return... no matter how they fought, it always ended in a draw. No matter how they fought, the two came away bruised and battered while Lu Chengwen drank on the side and laughed his head off.
Lu Chengwen pointed imperiously. "Sit down!"
Lu Chengwen spoke into the microphone. "The betting will continue. Let me