??Chapter 57: 057 Elder martial brothers_1
Chapter 57: 057 Elder martial brothers_1
The thick local accent in his “I” instantly diluted Moses’s threat, turning it into a sense of simplicity.
“Hello, Fourth Brother.”
Casio felt that this bear-like elder brother might be easier to get along with, sohow giving a friendly feeling.
“Hehe…” Moses laughed twice, while he rapidly approached, “Don’t be so formal, just call
directly by my na, Moses, or you could call
Brother Moses.”
“Brother Moses.” Casio corrected himself.
Across from him, Moses seed to be sizing him up, his remaining brown eye started shining: “Little brother is quite sturdy! Is your path about being bold and straightforward?”
Casio hesitated, then nodded his head. A student’s battle style mostly correlates with his teacher’s, and Lixia always liked to choose a straightforward path. Hence, as taught by Lixia, Casio was also the type who preferred face-to-face confrontation.
He looked at Moses, who was more muscular than himself, and said, “Brother, you must also be the sa, right?”
To his surprise, Moses shook his head: “My combat style should be different from yours. I am more resilient and prefer heavy punches.”
Casio glanced at Moses’s muscular shoulders, as thick as tires, and knew Moses spoke the truth. With such muscle built, one could, of course, be resilient to punches, and a full-force punch must be terrifying.
As if he noticed Casio examining his muscles, Moses even intentionally squeezed his arm, letting his already strong arm beco even more inflated, with each muscle bulging visibly.
Fourth Brother seed to be particularly satisfied with his muscles.
“Little Brother, both of us must be the hot-blooded n type, physical confrontation is the hard truth! There’s an arena behind the hall, why don’t we spar and I’ll see your skills?”
Moses cordially proposed a match.
Casio hesitated, but this must be a common situation for them. It’s normal for a senior brother to test the prowess of the younger one. Moreover, Brother Moses seed to be a defensive type of giant figure. Casio had never encountered such an opponent before and was also itching for a match.
He was about to respond.
At the stairs, a gentle voice suddenly called:
“Little Brother, don’t be deceived by that bulldog!”
Down the brass-colored, spiral staircase ca a tall, slender, short-haired beauty. He had icy-green short hair, a cheeky, fair and soft face with slim, pretty eyes.
But there was also a trace of sharpness in his eyebrows.
Seeing Casio, the beauty gave a faint smile and said, “Nice to et you, Little Brother. I’m your Third Brother, Gordon Lancy…”
“Third…brother?” Casio hesitated, then looked more closely. He quickly noticed the prominent Adam’s apple in the center of Lancy’s swan-like neck. On closer inspection, Lancy’s behavior, body language, and other aspects were all masculine, apart from his feminine looks and voice.
“Hahaha! As expected, you’re stunned too! I also thought you were a woman when I t you, sissy!”
“I can’t stop laughing!” Moses laughed loudly, reeling off, “old man, this, old man, that,” entirely different from his previously simple and honest behavior.
“Humph!” Lancy snorted coldly, ignoring Moses and quickly stepping in front of Casio: “Did Moses begin to spar with you when he first saw you, and it was a simple courtesy?”
Casio nodded truthfully.
“I knew it, don’t be deceived by this bulldog! I rember the first ti the eldest brother, second sister and I t him, we thought he was a simple and honest person, and he disguised himself quite well. Later, he must have been so bored that he ca to spar with . I never thought…”
As Lancy described, a fourth brother – holy as a bear on the outside, sly as a fox on the inside – erged in Casio’s mind.
Clearly, Moses pretending to be innocent when he first t Casio was just a disguise, all for the final sparring match.
Moses, twenty-four years old, nicknad Bulldog. He loves to fight, to be precise, he likes being beaten up. He enjoys using his robust body and steely muscles to endure attacks. He often pesters his opponent, begging the opponent to hit him, and the harder the better.
Not only does he like being beaten, but he also loves to rip his clothes off. He often fights halfway and then uses his muscles to burst the clothes, leaving mostly just his trousers remaining. It seems to show off his muscles?
“Hey, hey, hey, Sissy! It’s not fair to expose soone’s secrets when you first et them!” The originally giggling Moses stopped laughing, sowhat displeased: “And what about my so-called weird habit of exposing my muscles? Is there a man in the world who doesn’t like muscles?”
As he said this, he glanced over at Casio. His eyes were hopeful, as if he thought Casio, with his equally strong muscles, would approve of this statent, and stand with him on the sa side.
“Ahem, ahem, ahem…” Casio coughed awkwardly a few tis.
He wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but it was their first eting, yet the two sect brothers were unexpectedly enthusiastic and friendly.
Was it their natural disposition? Or was it because of the Orchid Heart Grass…
Actually, Casio guessed right, it was because of the Orchid Heart Grass.
Consider this, if you were one of the Core Disciples of the Wind Elephant Gate and your supply of potions was three bottles a month, which ans you could only use potions to train for three days. Then suddenly one day,
inside news inford that a student with maximized luck had found a place full of Orchid Heart Grass for the sect! Suddenly, the supply of potions for the Core Disciples changed from three bottles to thirty bottles! It was a tenfold increase! Totally replacing all the ointnts.
Plus, the wild Orchid Heart Grass was abundant and of high quality, which significantly improved the efficacy of each potion.
This matter regarding training and advancent in the martial arts could be considered as a top priority for the Core Disciples. Therefore, naturally, even without seeing Casio, Moses and Lancy had good impressions of him. Especially because of the contrast before and after this year.
Progress had been slow in the first half of the year, but it significantly speeded up in the latter half.
Who brought on this turn of events was self-explanatory.
In the Hall on the first floor, Lancy and Moses unexpectedly started arguing. One said that being well-proportioned was the best, and that having exaggerated muscles all over, even on the face, was ugly. The other defended that muscles were the best, everything else was heresy, and people as thin as bean sprouts could be beaten to a pulp in one punch.
As they argued, the two of them headed towards the arena at the back of the hall. A clueless Casio only trailed behind helplessly.
Five minutes later, Casio astonishingly witnessed what it ant to explode one’s clothes until only a pair of shorts were left! Fourth Brother Moses was like a wall of muscles sturdily rooted to the ground, crazily taking hits.
On the other hand, Third Brother Lancy was as agile as a swallow, turning into afterimages, circling and attacking around Moses.
Additionally, Brother Lancy seed to have the sa quirky habit as Brother Moses. That was, he liked to use hand knife blows to the kidney!
Casio watched in disbelief with spasms around his eyes and kidneys tingling from sympathetic pain.
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