These two were both young men, their bodies standing straight as swords, with the faint radiance of three Battle Marks flickering across them.
They were clearly both Three-Mark Battle Bodies.
The young man said calmly, "My name is Qingming Yijian. We followed you because we naturally wished to make friends with you."
"Make friends?"
A puzzled look appeared on Lu Ren's face.
"You are acting alone. If you encounter danger, you may not be able to handle it. If we act together and slay Undying Battle Souls, you take twenty percent of the Ancestral Battle Marks we collect, while Qingming Mufeng and I each take forty percent!"
Qingming Yijian said calmly.
"I take twenty percent?"
Lu Ren was stunned for a moment, then sneered. "The three of us are cooperating, so naturally we should split it equally. What sense is there in me taking only twenty percent?"
Qingming Mufeng said, "We can split it equally, but if you want an equal share, you must have the strength to match ours. You and I will fight. If you can take three of my moves, I will acknowledge that you possess strength on par with mine, and we can split it equally!"
"But if you cannot take three of my moves, you can only take twenty percent!"
Qingming Mufeng's tone was not aggressive, but rather one of negotiation.
After all, those who had cultivated Battle Bodies all stood on equal footing.
Moreover, Lu Ren was also a Three-Mark Battle Body.
"Fine!"
Lu Ren nodded. "But what if you cannot take three of my moves?"
"What did you say?"
Qingming Mufeng was startled, shock filling his eyes. He had not expected Lu Ren to utter such words.
After all, they were Battle Body geniuses from several, even more than a dozen, eras before