Forgotten Legend of the Bloodied Flower

Feng Ao Kuai glanced at Feng Ao Si. "It must be higher than you."

Feng Ao Si: "…"

After not meeting his brother for three years, Feng Ao Si suddenly felt that he didn't miss the other party at all. Feng Ao Kuai's sharp tongue seemed to have evolved further, making it very hard for Feng Ao Si to like this younger brother of his.

"But you two are both promoted to become 100 men commander. Are you going to form different army?" Feng Ao Si asked when he looked at the two of them.

Nan Luo smirked. "Yes, but we're going to work together."

"Work together?"

Looking at the two of them, Feng Ao Si was stunned. He thought that they would only form one with one of them being the leader. But as it turned out, they had different plan for their future. He was stupefied.

"That's cheating!"

"Nope, it's not."

"It's called strategy."

Feng Ao Si's face alternated between white and blue. He really wanted to tell them that it was truly cheating. Even though it would look as if they were different army, they would surely work together.

Isn't it the same as leading 200 men together?

That was cheating!

Feng Ao Kuai patted his older brother's shoulder. "If you would like to do it too, you can give suggestion for Dai to follow this too."

Dai was the name of the strategist who followed Feng Ao Si. While he was a good strategist, he was not really a good leader because he was quite timid. Thus, Feng Ao Si still has to be the one to lead.

Hearing his younger brother's suggestion, Feng Ao Si really itched to beat him up. "Come to think about it, I haven't fought against you for such a long time. Do you have time for a spar, Ao Kuai?"

Feng Ao Kuai's eyes narrowed. "If you wish to get beaten up, I always have time, Brother Si."

"Good, let's got to the back."

Both Nan Luo and Nan Hua followed the two siblings. However, they had no intention of joining in the fray and only sat at the sidelines, watching the two of them readying their swords.

"Brother Kuai hadn't learned sword that much for the past three years," Nan Luo thought loudly. He turned to see his twin sister. "Do you think he'll be able to fare against Brother Si's strength?"

"He'll be fine." Nan Hua was not worried.

"Really? I thought that Brother Si will finally be able to redeem himself after three years." Nan Luo chuckled.

The two of them stayed at the edge so that they would not freeze in the snow. Wind City had more snow compared to the Capital City, but these brats had long gotten used to it. In the white courtyard, the two youth stood there. One with his sword in front of him while the other one had his sword in his sheath.

"Ready?" Feng Ao Si asked with a glint.

Feng Ao Kuai spread his hand, signaling that Feng Ao Si could start at any time.

Dash!

Kicking the ground, Feng Ao Si dashed towards his younger brother. The snow impeded his movement, not allowing him to reach his fastest speed. The snow flattened with each steps Feng Ao Si took.

Swish!

Swinging his sword, Feng Ao Si tried to attack. Feng Ao Kuai swiftly evaded to the side and reached to the sword that was by his side. He knew that he would never win when it came to a contest of strength against his older brother. Because of that, Feng Ao Kuai was using the tactic of waiting.

'Now!'

Swish! Clang!

"You're not going to get me with that half-baked attack!" Feng Ao Si roared in laugher.

Feng Ao Kuai snorted and switched his stance. The two metal swords met with each other once more.

Clang! Swish! Clang! Clang!

"Ba…"

"Aunt." Nan Luo quickly stood up when he saw Nan Si Qiao came into the back courtyard while carrying Feng Ao Qian.

Nan Si Qiao nodded. Her eyes never left her two sons. She could see that they were using real swords but the two of them were merely sparring and not intending to harm each other.

"Baaa!" Feng Ao Qian extended his hand in excitement. It was as if he wanted to join in the fray.

"Ah Qian, do you want to be like your brothers?" Nan Luo asked with amusement.

"I'm not going to let him." Nan Si Qiao's face was dark. It was already more than enough that her two sons were fighting at the frontline while betting with their lives. Her third son could just live a more comfortable live rather than going to the frontline like that.

Nan Luo smiled and didn't try to continue the conversation. He knew that his aunt wouldn't want to have another child who bet on his life at the frontline like the others. It would be better for him to stay at home and stay as an innocent young boy.

Oh, well, he could try to aim to become a scholar too.

That wouldn't be too bad.

Thud!

Feng Ao Kuai finally kicked Feng Ao Si and put his sword near his neck. He looked at his older brother. "You haven't improved that much, Brother Si."

"Bah, let's go for another round!" Feng Ao Si roared in anger.

"No."

Not wanting to amuse his older brother again, Feng Ao Kuai kept his sword away and walked towards the twins and his mother. He nodded faintly when he saw his mother. "Mom."

"Be more careful when you're sparring. You're using real swords."

"I know, Mom." Feng Ao Kuai nodded obediently.

Feng Ao Si stood up and dusted the snow around him. He looked at his younger brother with a complicated expression. Why did he still fail to defeat Feng Ao Kuai even after three years had passed?

He was sure that he had already trained his muscle and strength to the degree that not many people would be able to defeat him.