Seeing how competitive his brother was being, Lan Qing suddenly smiled. "Alright, I can agree to it. However, there's a prerequisite. Let's fight in front of the two armies."
Lan Jue was taken aback. Then he said angrily, "You want to lay into me in front of all our men and humiliate me?"
Lan Qing said grumpily, "By asking both armies to fight, isn't this your goal too?"
Lan Jue rolled his eyes. After a moment, he nodded. "Alright, I agree. I'm not afraid of losing to my own brother. But you're a Paragon. It's not honorable to fight an Adept like me. I want to take you on together with Qianlin. Do you have any objections? It'll be two-on-one."
"Alright!" Lan Qing agreed immediately. He was not trying to humiliate Lan Jue. Ever since he became a Paragon, he had not sparred with an opponent of the same level. His strength had risen to a whole new level, but he did not have the chance to display it. Under his composure, he desperately itched for a fight.
