Too smart.
Too quick-witted.
Too freaking wise—!
Two renowned heroes of the martial world were standing here slapping each other across the face.
Did you know how shocking a scene like that was to ordinary people?
Team Member Number One pointed at them. "Is this... right?"
The captain coughed. "Uh... this might be... according to normal logic... after analysis... judgment... and a comprehensive assessment... the two of them should be... basically... that kind of..."
Team Member Number Two ventured, "Dumbasses?"
The captain pointed at them and jabbed his finger hard. "Pure dumbasses! Huge dumbasses! Dumbass to the absolute extreme!"
The three of them collectively concluded that Long Aotian and Zhao Ritian were undoubtedly pure-blooded, uncontaminated dumbasses.
Tang Shang did not understand either. How had it suddenly turned into this?
Were these two sick or what? Either square up and have a proper fight, or—wasn't slapping each other in the face way too abstract?
Both their faces had swollen up, their noses were bleeding, and they were still slapping each other.
Long Aotian slapped Zhao Ritian hard across the face. "Does it hurt?!"
"No!"
Zhao Ritian viciously returned one. "Does it hurt?!"
"No!"
Long Aotian returned another. "Do you yield?!"
"I don't!"
Zhao Ritian returned another one. "Do you yield?!"
"I don't!"
Lu Chengwen watched for ages, then laughed with a pfft. "Do you two know what an outsider would say if they saw this?"
The two of them pointed at each other together and said to Lu Chengwen, "Dumbass."
Lu Chengwen said, "Stop fighting! You look sick! I... I'm going to take a piss."
The two bros exchanged a look, snorted, and said, "I'm taking a piss too."
The four people observing from the shadows looked at one another.
They turned around, squatted down, and shook their heads together. "Pure