The boy's eyes were as bright as stars, filled with genuine concern, and his sincere tone was moving.
When Ying Zheng met the pair of phoenix eyes that were exactly the same as his own, his heart suddenly softened.
For some reason, even though he knew that the boy's origins were unknown, he inexplicably trusted him.
But before he could answer, the indifferent young man leaning against the door with a sword in his arms asked first.
"How strong are you?"
"The current situation is dire. Master Shang is surrounded by dangers that no ordinary person can withstand."
Gai Nie was still very wary of this strange young man.
Faced with the doubts, Ying Zhao raised his eyebrows, revealing a touch of youthful frivolity and confidence.
"How about a competition?"
After a cup of tea, in the courtyard.
Bamboo leaves were flying, swords were flashing, and the two young men were fighting back and forth. Each sword move was extremely exquisite and powerful.
But everyone could see that Ying Zhao clearly had the upper hand, and could even be said to be at ease.
Han Fei leaned against the door and watched the battle, his peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed.
"Wei Zhuang, if it were you, what are your chances of winning?"
"Less than 30%."
The white-haired boy was not as arrogant as usual. There was a deep fear in his eyes, and a burning desire to fight.
"This person seems to be born with supernatural powers and an astonishing talent for martial arts. He can even replicate his opponent's sword moves during battle. He is truly a genius."
"Hahaha, Master Shang, with a child like you who is so skilled in martial arts here, it seems our chances of solving the situation have increased a bit!"
“…”
Although Ying Zheng did not say anything, the worry in the depths of his phoenix eyes dissipated a little.
Soon, the battle ended with Ying Zhao having a slight victory.
Gai Nie looked at the sword at his throat, his voice a little hoarse, but he had to admit that he, as the number one swordsman in the Qin Dynasty, had been defeated.
Moreover, he could feel that the boy was holding back.
"I... lost."
"Hahaha, thanks, thanks."
"Your swordsmanship is quite good. Let's compete again next time."
"good."
Friendship among young people always comes quickly. With Ying Zhao's intention to make friends with him, he quickly became familiar with Gai Nie, who looked cold but had a warm heart.
Wei Zhuang looked at the two people arm in arm and curled his lips subtly.
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