Fighting for Entry Slots

Xu Potian was deeply melancholy. He was only seventeen or eighteen, at the most vigorous age of youth, yet a trace of weariness had already appeared on his face.

Xiao Chen was dead.

Of the Blade and Sword Brothers, only he remained.

It was as if a piece of his life had gone missing; it was no longer whole.

He had always considered himself a genius and bowed to no one, until he met that ordinary-looking bucktoothed youth.

The other party had clearly been weaker than him.

Yet he had beaten him black and blue.

He had taught this future Blade Saint the most unforgettable lesson of his life.

That brat had struck hard. Xu Potian had lain in bed for a full half month before recovering.

He had secretly sworn that he would train hard in the blade and wash away that humiliation.

Still, the other party had been bucktoothed. In terms of looks, Xu Potian could crush him completely, and that gave him a great psychological advantage.

But soon afterward, amid a life-and-death crisis, the other party saved his life and revealed his true appearance.

The buckteeth had merely been a disguise. He was not ugly at all—his face was like polished jade, his eyes like a river of stars, handsome enough to make the heavens weep.

Xu Potian secretly compared them and found himself inferior in every way.

His heart turned to ashes.

Following the principle of joining if he could not beat him, he forcibly dragged Xiao Chen into founding the Blade and Sword Brothers. Somehow, they became brothers.

Their meeting had been absurdly melodramatic, but their brotherhood was genuine.

Without realizing it, Xiao Chen had become his best brother, his beloved friend and closest kin.

As the elder brother, he was powerless to punish those