Zhao Ritian and Long Aotian... had squared off against each other.
Even Second Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Brother could tell something was wrong. These two had a problem!
As Zhao Ritian beat up Fifth Senior Brother, he kept glancing over at Long Aotian.
Long Aotian was the same. As he beat up Second Senior Brother, he kept checking on Zhao Ritian's side.
Moreover, Second Senior Brother noticed something: whenever Zhao Ritian unleashed a big move over there and beat Fifth Brother until he wailed miserably, Long Aotian would silently start increasing the intensity on his own side! He had to beat him even worse than Fifth Brother had been beaten!
Fifth Senior Brother noticed it too. Whenever Long Aotian beat his Second Senior Brother until he vomited blood and wailed, the beast in front of him would seem to get provoked and suddenly turn berserk!
He kept unleashing ultimate moves one after another!
He was hitting me, but I felt like the one he hated was Long Aotian!
No... if you hated Long Aotian, go hit Long Aotian! He was right there, not far from you! Why were you hitting me!?
Second Senior Brother and Fifth Senior Brother felt like they were female service workers at some cheap roadside motel. These two brothers hadn't called for them to have fun—they had called them over to compete!
To see whose service worker could scream louder!
So they could show off how capable they were!
Long Aotian refused to accept it. You were good at a head-on clash, but if I couldn't even outdo you while beating up a Ghost Four Gates disciple, wouldn't you treat me like a dog from now on?
So he had to win!
How could he win? By beating him! By using ultimate moves! By hitting