(First update)
Yang Ming's gentle voice was like the light of a rising sun, dispelling the gloom in Dai Mubai's heart.
"Dai Weisi." Dai Mubai looked past Yang Ming at the blond man opposite him. "You don't need to waste your effort provoking me. As long as Yang Ming is here for this battle, you have absolutely no chance of winning."
Dai Weisi paused slightly, then his expression darkened.
"Mubai, is that how you speak to your older brother? It seems that after running away from home all these years, aside from wasting your time on women, you haven't accomplished anything else. Poor Zhuqing, following you around has only meant suffering."
Dai Weisi had originally planned to provoke Dai Mubai with taunts so that he could seize the initiative in the upcoming match. Yet, to his surprise, the Yang Ming Dai Mubai mentioned had given him boundless confidence, and Dai Mubai remained completely unmoved.
Seeing Dai Mubai obediently stand behind Yang Ming, yielding the vast arena to him just like his companions did, a trace of concern flashed through Dai Weisi's eyes.
Dai Weisi was no fool. In fact, he was more outstanding and cleverer than Dai Mubai. He knew perfectly well how proud his younger brother was. Even someone stronger than him might not necessarily earn his wholehearted respect. Only someone who surpassed him in every aspect—strength and character alike—could make him lower that proud head.
So the intelligence those people had provided was real?
Thinking of the information he had gathered about Yang Ming earlier, Dai Weisi secretly gritted his teeth, feeling that things had become troublesome.
Beside him, Zhu Zhuqing's older sister, Zhu Zhuyun, stepped forward and silently took Dai Weisi's hand. Their fingers interlocked tightly. Feeling the chill from his palm, Zhu Zhuyun breathed softly and