The sky seemed to have opened its water chest, and the torrential rainfall, with its silent force, washed down, drenching the two fighting men, primal and tumultuous.
Chunyu Yan had practiced martial arts since childhood, his moves flowing like clouds and water, his punches hitting flesh with extreme fierceness. Pei Jue, however, had been in the army for a decade and possessed rich combat skills. Plus, when fist met fist, it was a contest of strength, and in no time, Chunyu Yan began to feel overwhelmed...
Just as he was being pummeled by Pei Jue into the mud, Feng Yun suddenly cried out.
"Stop fighting!"
No one listened to her.
The two men were relentless, their eyes filled with resentment, as if they would not stop until the other was dead.
Feng Yun, holding a half-wet blanket, "Achoo—"
A sneeze, like the pulling of a trigger, made the two men fighting tooth and nail in the mud glance at each other with a chill, and simultaneously they stopped and looked toward her.
