"Brother, will Duan Xuan really teach us the Azure Wolf Stealth Hunt Technique?" Zhao Hui and his older brother, Zhao Bastard, waited in the back mountains of Snakehead Ravine.
The two had not gone to Mountain-Breaking Stance Martial Academy for many days. They had simply given Chen Feng an excuse he could not doubt: they had gone out to take on nominal posts.
Already marginalized to begin with, Chen Feng understood perfectly. Not only did he not stop them, he agreed without hesitation.
The brothers were both Ming Force martial artists, so naturally they had found nominal posts that barely left them enough time to practice martial arts.
After waiting a long time, the sky gradually darkened. The late-autumn wind was like a knife scraping bone, cutting across the brothers' bodies and making them shudder three times over.
Ming Force was the realm ordinary people reached after crossing the first threshold, but it was difficult to store much more vitality and blood. To a certain extent, it was impossible to withstand bitter cold for long periods.
Only when the sky had turned completely black, without the slightest glimmer of light, did one brother crouch down and hug himself into a ball while the other still stood ramrod straight.
"Brother, how about we leave? Duan Xuan is definitely just trying to test us, trying to make us retreat in the face of difficulty." Zhao Hui shivered from the cold.
"Shut up. He'll come!" Zhao Bastard harshly rebuked his younger brother, and Zhao Hui did not dare say anything more. Another hour passed, and both their stomachs began to rumble.
"Brother..."
Zhao Hui's voice was quiet. Zhao Bastard suddenly turned his head toward the side and, at the same time, grabbed Zhao Hui by the neck and yanked him backward.
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