"Jingping!"
"You Li!"
Chao Lian had never imagined his sworn younger brother would suddenly lash out.
Qi Shan was so angry his face had turned ashen, but he was still keeping his composure.
Shao Chong's claw seemed to come in fiercely, but in Shen Tang's eyes, it was full of openings. She raised an arm to block, intercepting the tricky ambush, then yanked it aside and struck straight at the youth's face with her other hand. In the blink of an eye, the two had exchanged more than a dozen moves.
Chao Lian had been about to rush in and help, but he froze.
He watched, practically bug-eyed, as Shen Lang held his own against his sworn younger brother, slipping away like a loach. For a moment, he forgot what he had intended to do. This young master looked so small and frail, yet he moved with such dashing, graceful skill!!!
Chao Lian knew from experience just how strong his sworn younger brother was.
If he gave an ordinary person a slap without holding back, they'd go flying a whole zhang; at best, they'd break a bone, and at worst, they'd die on the spot. Yet Shen Lang didn't seem to be struggling at all! Chao Lian watched without blinking, ready to intervene if Shen Tang couldn't hold out. But the two fought from one side to the other, kicking up dust and sending stones flying, and still neither had won! Chao Lian stared at Qi Shan, baffled.
He asked the question he most wanted answered at that moment.
"Isn't Shen Lang a Literary Scholar?"
Literary Scholars were strong compared to ordinary people, but against Martial Gall Warriors who specialized in fighting, they could only be beaten to a pulp!
Even if his sworn younger brother hadn't gone berserk or