Fighting Chaoli Pass (2) [Monthly Tickets Wanted]

He respected his opponent—truly respected his opponent.

Otherwise, why would Shen Tang have hurried to replenish her strength?

"Here, are two flatbreads enough?" Shen Tang was quite generous toward Shao Chong, handing over two fragrant, crisp flatbreads at once.

Shao Chong's saliva started flowing at the smell of the flatbreads.

He took one bite and left a huge gap in it.

"Two definitely aren't enough. Do you have any more?" Shao Chong wiped away the crumbs with a raised finger. Chewing as he spoke, he asked, "Lord Shen, which chef made these flatbreads? His skill is truly excellent."

Shen Tang said, "Of course. You should see who trained him."

As she spoke, she generously divided two more flatbreads out.

The two of them naturally smacked their lips as they wolfed down their food. Wu Xian watched them with some doubt about life itself—were these flatbreads really that delicious?

Shen Tang possessed a carefree elegance that disregarded whether her teammates lived or died. Ignoring the occasion, she tilted her head and whispered gossip to Shao Chong: "I know you have extensive experience fighting the martial commanders under Zheng Qiao. Can you tell me how strong they are?"

Shao Chong said, "The weak ones are all dead."

Shen Tang asked him, "What about the strong ones?"

Shao Chong shook his head. "I haven't encountered any yet."

Shen Tang: "..."

Shao Chong was not bragging. He was telling the plain truth. Ordinary Fifteenth-Rank Shao Shang Zao who encountered his reckless fighting style either died or were maimed, and most of the opponents he had faced were below that level. The Dragon Slaying Bureau did not always attack as a united force, either; when necessary, it divided its troops to raid various locations. He had yet to encounter the famous Sixteenth Rank Grand Shang