Jiang Yisheng was the first to move. His palm struck Jiang Yiran's shoulder with an explosive force. The aftershock rippled through the air, sending the crowd's hair flying.
But Jiang Yiran did not budge. He simply absorbed the blow, then narrowed his eyes smugly, and said with a smile, "No need to stand on ceremony. I can still take it."
Jiang Yisheng's expression changed.
He had used his full force to deliver this blow!
But Jiang Yiran just shrugged and said, "My turn."
With that, Jiang Yiran stepped forward and casually hit Jiang Yisheng's shoulder.
The moment Jiang Yiran moved, Ye Qingtang, who was standing in the crowd, could not help but frown.
The moment the blow landed, Jiang Yisheng's body shuddered. He tried to summon the strength to withstand the blow, but as he struggled, he felt blood rushing into his throat. He stumbled and moved back a step.
