"Brother Xu, you've raised Dewen well. There's a steadfast resolve in his eyes. He's bound to achieve great things." Yang Zhao stood beside Xu Chuan, looking at the two boys in the Martial Training Ground with a faint smile.
"You flatter me, Brother Yang. Rui Feng is no less impressive. His achievements in the martial way will surely surpass his father's," Xu Chuan replied with an equally fair assessment.
"Young Master Wen will win!"
"Go, Young Master Wen!"
A group of guards was cheering Xu Dewen on.
That counted as a home-ground advantage.
The Xu Household's patrol teams worked in rotation, and each guard was allowed one day off every month.
Even on their days off, however, most guards stayed at the Xu Household's Martial Training Ground to hone their martial skills or spar with their fellow guards to gain combat experience.
"Cousin Ruifeng, please instruct me." Xu Dewen cupped his hands in greeting.
Yang Ruifeng returned the gesture. "Cousin Dewen, you'd better be careful. I won't hold back."
Dressed in brilliant red, Xu Mingshu shone with dazzling Hua. She glanced at the two boys and said, "Begin. Both of you should give it your all. If there's any danger, I'll step in."
With a light push of her toes, Xu Mingshu leaped to the northwestern edge of the Martial Training Ground.
A moment later.
Yang Ruifeng attacked first. Crimson light flared around his right fist, and scorching heat swept along in its wake.
Xu Dewen met him with the Cotton Palm, both palms as red as heated iron.
But wherever that powerful fist swept, his palms were driven back.
Yang Shichang grinned. "Look, Sister. I told you Feng'er had the edge. An age gap isn't so easy to overcome. After all, the Yang Household's training of its younger generation