The curtains fall
Editor: Larbre Studio
"The wind from my punch, the wind from my punch...the wind from my punch!" Lou Cheng almost pounded the wall in hysterical laughter when he heard the announcement. Thumbs up to the organizing committee's thick skin and feigned ignorance.
Well, the next time I bring out my name, I can add the slogan "Injures with a graze, kills with a blow, capable of beating an Inhuman from a mile away".
How grand, how powerful and how manly would that be?
After sharing it with Yan Zheke, he looked towards Peng Leyun, who just managed to stifle his laughter.
"About time you head out, Priest. There's only a few minutes left."
Not more than four before the grand-finals began!
"Okay," replied Peng Leyun, who had by then changed into his martial arts suit. He stood up slowly and walked towards the entrance of the changing room.
About two steps later, he stopped and turned back to look at Lou Cheng.
"What did you just call me?" he asked confusedly.