"Great!"
The surrounding Imperial Guards were filled with excitement and cheered loudly.
"What the heck, using internal strength to arm wrestle? Just because I don't understand," Wang Meng grumbled with dissatisfaction.
"Little guy, aren't you convinced? Let's compete in something else, and I'm sure Jinyu will make you submit willingly," He Yao overheard and, with familiarity, patted Wang Meng's shoulder while teasing him with a grin.
"Get out of here, who's the little guy? I'm already eleven years old," Wang Meng shook him off irritably.
"Haha, eleven years old? Amazing! Your height is pretty good, almost catching up to me," He Yao was amused by Wang Meng's stubborn expression and found it even more interesting the more he looked at him.
"How about this? Just call me big brother, and from now on, Brother Yao will cover for you," He Yao offered.
"Tch! Who cares about calling you brother?" Wang Meng instinctively retorted, his eyes secretly glancing at Lin Jinyu.
