"Brother Shen—"
Zhai Le called out to Shen Tang again, his voice ringing high.
Shen Tang's reaction made his heart sink lower and lower. Could his elder brother really have been right? Had Brother Shen already joined this band of rebels?
He couldn't bear to imagine the consequences.
Just one young man had already left him struggling to keep up.
And if Shen Tang, whose true strength had yet to be revealed, joined in...
At the sound of Zhai Le addressing Shen Tang, the young man showed no surprise. His smile only deepened, and his beautiful eyes grew darker. He looked at Shen Tang. "So what if you know each other? Mama Shen is on my side, right, Mama?"
Shen Tang didn't respond to the young man either.
The young man smiled with brazen, wicked charm. He stood in place and spun his long saber around twice for fun, showing not the slightest urgency toward Zhai Le. He shook his head in apparent regret. "You're not bad. If we were the same age, I probably couldn't beat you. But it's a pity—"
His voice suddenly turned cold.
"You were born several years too late!"
He drove off the ground, blade aimed straight at Zhai Le.
In terms of personal talent, he and Zhai Le should have been evenly matched. But he was several years older, and his strength was still growing by leaps and bounds. The gap between them couldn't be made up by outside help. Not even with a Literary Scholar assisting Zhai Le!
Clang—
The young man moved more than twice as fast as before. As the blade rapidly grew larger before his eyes, Zhai Le gritted his teeth and threw himself into the fight. But the young man was forced to stop just over a zhang in