"The two sides may not use weapons and may not kill. In short, you'll speak with your fists, and whichever side is still standing at the end wins!" Luo Yunji was not stupid enough to let the two sides fight it out for real. If people actually died, it would become a huge mess.
"Fine! So it's all about fists, right?" Bi Yao nodded in agreement. She merely wanted to vent her anger; she was not yet at the point of fighting to the death. She approved of Luo Yunji's proposal very much.
"Hmph! Just wait to get beaten up!"
"Hmph! When you lose, don't go crying!" Bi Yao shot back at Luo Yunji without yielding in the slightest.
After each "commander" left behind a harsh remark, they returned to their own camps.
"Imperial Preceptor! If we're only relying on fists, should we go a little easy on them?" a soldier asked as he looked at Luo Yunji.
Luo Yunji might have had no sense of it, but they themselves knew very well that after these past few years of training, the soldiers could shatter stone with one punch. If that landed on a person, even if it did not kill them, they would still cough up some blood.
"No need! As long as you don't beat them to death! Teach them a good lesson for me. They actually said I have no sense of direction!" Luo Yunji glared angrily at Bi Yao across from him and said in a huff.
Liao Xing, standing to the side, first froze when he heard this. "Aren't we here to settle a score?" Then he remembered that he had also called his own elder brother directionally challenged before, and he hurriedly shrank his neck, doing his best to reduce his presence.
"Yes!" The