Contempt
The martial artist froze, looked at his hand, and nearly disgusted himself to death.
But he did not shake it off. Instead, he immediately stood up and looked at Qin Zhao.
He raised his hand and flung it at Qin Zhao.
"You bastard, are you seeking death?"
Whoosh~
A snot pendant was flung out just like that.
It traced a parabola as it fell toward Qin Zhao.
As it flew over, Qin Zhao twisted his neck.
Everyone else thought he was dodging.
But to everyone's surprise, that twist was not an evasive move.
He fucking caught it.
And he even opened his mouth.
Qin Zhao faced the flying snot directly.
"Ah!"
Sluuurp~~ Precise strike, smooth entry.
Gulp! One swallow. Extravagant!!!
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Even Qin Zhao himself was dumbfounded.
What the hell? Fuck!
The people not far from him scattered one after another.
"Fuck, does it have to be this disgusting? Oh my god!"
"Before, I thought he was insane. Then I realized he wasn't. Now I realize I was overthinking it."
"Do you have to be this disgusting? Seriously, blegh~~~"
"Nose Snot Hero!"
Everyone present was from high society. Where had they ever seen something like this?
They immediately began hurling insults.
Qin Zhao was truly embarrassed. Just as he wanted to say something, more snot came down.
Crystal pendant 2.0!
It hung at his nostril.
It swayed precariously, yet refused to fall.
Sluuurp~~
One huge string shot back in with a swoosh.
But one second later, it flowed down again and hung there.
Sluuurp~~ Qin Zhao did not think this was a big deal.
He had no idea what had affected him.
The snot hanging from his nose was quite resilient and would not fall by itself.
But he could squeeze it out.
"Squee~~"
He squeezed it out to