Meng Jianxin was a man who flaunted his talents and looked down on those around him. Because of this, even though he was highly capable, he wasn't well-liked.
However, for some unknown reason, he greatly admired Fang Shichao, and would only listen to him.
Meng Jianxin stood in front of Xiang Yu, sizing him up with a hint of disdain in his eyes, and said, "You'd better admit defeat now, so I won't accidentally hurt you when things get out of hand later."
"You're a good prospect. Your talents are being wasted here. Come join the military; you'll be able to fully unleash your potential there." Looking at him, Xiang Yu couldn't help but feel a sense of appreciation for talent.
Meng Jianxin sneered coldly and said, "Without real rivals, it's the same anywhere."
"Could you stop showing off already? With those basic moves of yours, forget about Brother Yu—even Xiao Xuan could beat you!" Tie Zhuzi, standing off to the side, couldn't keep silent anymore. This kid was way too cocky.
