The next day, Judgment City.
On the training grounds, Qian Jun stood in neat formation with a battalion of soldiers, every one of them holding their heads high and chests out, with a fully armored warhorse beside them. The only flaw was the patches of blue and purple on Qian Jun's face, though they could not conceal the pride and honor written across it.
On the platform to one side, Yue Guan, Jiang Mo, and Dugu Bo watched the scene. Unlike Dugu Bo, Yue Guan and Jiang Mo were also bruised and swollen, though they looked slightly better than Qian Jun.
"Haha, looks like you three had quite a brutal fight yesterday..."
The scene returned to the previous night.
After Dugu Bo left, encouraged by Gui Mei, Qian Jun, Jiang Mo, and Yue Guan upheld the principle that gentlemen settled matters with fists rather than words and immediately started fighting.
"If you ask me, you've discussed this for ages without reaching a conclusion. How about this? The three of you have a match. Whoever wins goes with the Chief. What do you say?"
Hearing Gui Mei's words, the three of them thought it made sense. "Good idea. Whoever wins gets to go. We'll let strength do the talking."
The three hit it off immediately, while the ghost clapped and cheered repeatedly.
Once they reached the training grounds, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo joined forces right away, deciding to deal with Yue Guan first.
In the words of the ghostly strategist beside them, this was called securing the home front before dealing with external threats. Thus, the Qian Jun and Jiang Mo brothers hefted their Coiling Dragon Staffs and swung them at Yue Guan.
"Damn it, you two have no martial virtue!"
"Hehe, can't be helped. We're brothers, after all. Chrysanthemum