"Jinyang, Jinpeng, both of you, go on together."
Outside the arena, Lin Jinyu's eyebrows were tightly knitted, his nerves tense again, and a sense of unease rose inexplicably.
His little sister was stronger than anyone had imagined.
The powerful sword intent could no longer be described by a mere notch above the rest.
"Alright, Seventh Brother, let's go together."
Lin Jinyang had no objection to his big brother's decision, cracking his knuckles and eager to show off his skills.
"Okay."
His sister's excellent martial arts skills also stimulated Lin Jinpeng's competitive spirit as a boy.
Both brothers shared the same goal: after their elder brothers' defeat, they wanted to save some face for the Lin Clan with their own strength.
Lin Jinyang wielded a spear and Lin Jinpeng a sword. The brothers had practiced martial arts together since childhood, and their tacit cooperation was reflected in their balanced combination of length and shortness.
"Two big brothers, be careful."
