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In a corner of the Chen Clan viewing area, Du Gu Fu stood with his arms folded, his thin lips pulling into a cold, sharp curve. "Might of the World?"
He lifted his chin. "Him?"
The last note fell with icicle-like mockery.
"Ha!" Beside him, Zhu Wuneng slapped his thigh, the folds squeezed out on his round face piling up with delight. He jabbed a thumb toward Du Gu Fu. "A Fu's right. He should've just honestly called himself Great Hammer King. What 'World-Shaking Great Hammer'!"
There was a little story behind that. At first, the Genius List had given him the nickname Great Hammer King, corresponding to Tang Xiao's Little Hammer King.
He might have thought it sounded bad, so he wrote a letter to Heavenly Time City to have it changed.
Generally speaking, Heavenly Time City would satisfy the "normal" requests of those on the list.
Zhu Wuneng's big eyes darted toward the fiercest point of the battle on the arena, then glanced at Chen Xiaojun, who was standing still with his eyes closed. He lowered his voice, but every word landed solidly. "If we're talking about Might of the World... among our peers, the ones who can shoulder those four words properly,"
He held up two fingers and wagged them. "Aside from the one sitting in the wicker chair, only our Young Master is left."
"Plus one." Chen Shurui's lazy voice drifted over. He was sunk into his seat, his fingertip casually pointing in the direction of the chaos on the arena below without even lifting his eyelids.
Lian Shouzhong sat to the side and heard the exchange clearly.
His face did not change, but in his heart it was like a stone had been tossed