Chen Xiaojun raised his brows slightly and said earnestly, "Fifth really did have plenty of strength left in reserve."
"He only used one move from the Wind Breathing Technique. He didn't use Intermediate Sword Step, the Seven Sword-Controlling Absolutes, Moon Breathing, or the Big Dipper Art."
Zhu Wuneng pursed his lips, turned to Dugu Fu, and said with heartfelt sincerity, "Now you know why I said Tang Xiao couldn't beat Fifth Young Master, right?"
"Fourth Young Master and Fifth Young Master might usually act like a pair of goofy clowns, but they've always hidden their depths. Their minds hold whole valleys and ravines."
Dugu Fu nodded in agreement. "Those two young masters truly live up to their standing in the main lineage. Their strength and intelligence are both extraordinary."
Among the Chen Clan's younger generation, aside from his brother and Zhu Wuneng, the people Chen Xiaojun was closest to were undoubtedly those two jokers, Chen Mu and Chen Feng.
They were not merely inseparable; they also shared an indescribable tacit understanding.
Across the entire younger generation, Chen Mu and Chen Feng undoubtedly had the healthiest outlook.
Neither Chen Yanwu's cool self-possession, the conceit hidden beneath Chen Jianzun's gentle exterior, nor Chen Jianjun's carefree nature could compare to theirs.
Just look at how Chen Xiaojun had sunk into dejection after a string of defeats.
Then look at them. They always maintained their optimism.
They had hardly ever won anything growing up. If they let that sour their outlook, they would only be fighting themselves. Their state of mind could be described as peaceful and untroubled, yet unyielding.
In truth, of all the groups, theirs was in the most awkward position.
Above them loomed the Three Great Mountains. In the middle stood that freak Chen Xiaojun. Below, Chen Bin and Chen Shurui