While chatting idly with Xiao Luomu, Zhao Cheng kept giving Zhao Wu meaningful glances.
The meaning is simple: Come on, let's liven things up for them!
So Zhao Wu grabbed a handful of wooden sticks and secretly tossed them into the crowd.
Originally, the two sides were exchanging blows, one blocking a knife and the other parrying a sword, so the casualties were not significant.
But Zhao Wu's commotion caused Wang Yuluan to block one of the opponent's swords. However, a wooden skewer suddenly pierced his thigh, causing him to jerk in pain. His grip on the knife weakened, and the opponent slit his throat with a single sword stroke.
Similarly, a similar situation occurred on Xiao Luomu's side, with people being frequently slashed down by knives.
Wang Yuluan originally came for Zhao Cheng, but now he was surrounded and couldn't even get close to Zhao Cheng, which made him grit his teeth in anger.
"Zhao Cheng! Come on over here if you dare, let's have a one-on-one fight!!"
"Zhao Cheng! You coward!!"
Zhao Cheng looked at Xiao Luomu, furious, and advised, "Brother Zhao, how can you tolerate this? Go and teach him a lesson!"
Seeing someone on his side fall, Xiao Luomu's expression darkened. He coughed and said, "A true man should have his own rhythm in doing things. How can he be easily provoked and tricked?"
Zhao Cheng rolled up his sleeves and said, "I can't stand it anymore, I'll do it!"
"No, no!" Xiao Luomu quickly grabbed Zhao Cheng and said seriously, "If we, as the masters, go up there, we'll only distract the servants!"
"A master like that only causes trouble; he's a brainless brute!"
Xiao Luomu flicked his sleeve and solemnly said, "Am I, Zhao Cheng, such a reckless man?"
Zhao Cheng and Zhao Wu looked at each other, both stunned by this man's shamelessness.
"Brother Zhao, what you said makes so much sense!"
Zhao Cheng rolled up his sleeves, cupped his hands into a megaphone shape, and shouted at Wang Yuluan, "Hey!! You brain-dead brute in front of me! Go home! If you keep fighting, you'll kill your own people!"
"You brute!"
"I'm calling you a brute!!"
Xiao Luomu covered Zhao Cheng's mouth with his hand, his face extremely ugly, and a million curses were running through his mind.
Brother Wang, have you really lost your mind?
Can't you see they're about to go berserk?
Why are you provoking him?
Isn't it chaotic enough already?
Seeing another person fall on his side, Xiao Luomu's heart turned cold.
Damn it...
What did I do wrong? Why did I impersonate Zhao Cheng?!
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