After all, they are two brothers, and there are still similarities between them. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The two have similar heights and builds, but the actor’s waist is somewhat slimmer than Bo Qingzhi’s.

The other soldiers had already left, and the once crowded room now only had two people.

In the empty room, Bo Qingzhi and Bo Yimo stood facing each other. Having both served in the military, when they got serious, they felt quite similar, but because Bo Qingzhi had always been a soldier, his aura was more intense, like a sharp sword.

The intense atmosphere was felt even by Tong Yan standing at the door.

Are these two taking this seriously?

Tong Yan watched from the side, her heart was pounding — why did they suddenly start fighting out of the blue?

Nobody knew who made the first move, but suddenly the two began to fight.

Fierce palm winds, powerful leg sweeps, and fists — Bo Yimo’s unexpected punch was blocked by Bo Qingzhi, making a loud "bang" sound, and Bo Qingzhi’s strong leg sweep was dodged by Bo Yimo.

This is what a battle between masters feels like; in each move exchanged, you could sense their fierceness.

Tong Yan was no longer anxious; she watched eagerly. A duel between masters was worth learning from.

Their speed increased to the point where Tong Yan could no longer clearly see their moves.

Tong Yan could only catch a glimpse of a few actions, yet it still made her excited. She knew she was already skilled, but couldn’t even beat the actor — it was clear that the actor’s skills were those of a true master among masters.

Watching them fight, it seemed she could learn many things.

Tong Yan watched with great interest. Five minutes later, watching the two still fighting, she wondered why it hadn’t ended yet. Ten minutes later, Tong Yan started feeling bored — how long were they going to keep this up? Fifteen minutes later, Tong Yan felt numb, her legs tired from standing — weren’t they exhausted?

After twenty minutes, Tong Yan had brought over a chair from next door, holding a cup of tea in her hand, watching the soldiers outside occasionally glancing in. The feeling was quite delightful.

You guys take your time fighting.

Finally, after twenty-five minutes, it ended.

Tong Yan let out a sigh of relief — that was tough.

Bo Qingzhi was panting, sweat covering his forehead. It had been a long time since he had fought so vigorously, and after the fight, he felt relaxed, patting Bo Yimo’s shoulder, "Not bad, even after years of retirement, your skills haven’t declined."

Despite whether it was a disguise or real physical endurance, after such a long fight, besides sweating from his forehead, Bo Yimo showed no signs of fatigue, "You’re getting old."

Bo Qingzhi: ...

This younger brother is really not endearing!

As if he’s suggesting he’s so old, when they’re only two years apart!

There’s not even a generational gap!

Bo Qingzhi had wanted to speak but was unexpectedly thrown over the shoulder by Bo Yimo, landing hard on the ground with a loud noise.

No one expected this, including Bo Qingzhi. Just as they had been talking, his younger brother suddenly pulled this move.

"Little Mo, wasn’t there supposed to be a truce? You’re breaking the rules!"

"Who said anything about a truce?" Bo Yimo replied casually, and as he walked past, he "accidentally" stepped on Bo Qingzhi, grinding a few times with force before pulling Tong Yan away.

After speaking, Bo Yimo took Tong Yan and left.

Tong Yan glanced back at Bo Qingzhi, and yes, the dignified Young Marshal was still lying on the ground, looking very desolate and pitiful from the back.

In this battle, Bo Qingzhi VS Bo Yimo — it seems Bo Yimo was victorious.

When Bo Yimo took Tong Yan out of the military district, they unexpectedly encountered someone unforeseen.