"Fatty, what's going on here?"
A young man with a full beard, dressed in a fitted brownish-gray combat outfit, with short, messy gray-white hair and something resembling diving goggles strapped across his forehead, had an arm around Ma Hongjun's shoulders. His eyes were wide with shock.
"You might not believe this, but Teacher Zhao sat on that new junior's face so hard that he squeezed out both shit and farts! It was too tragic, really too tragic!" Ma Hongjun said with a twitching mouth, gritting his teeth in disbelief.
"Hiss—"
The bearded young man sucked in a cold breath. Was Teacher Zhao's huge ass really that terrifyingly powerful?
He'd squeezed the kid's shit out. Could he even still be alive?
At that moment, Xu Changqing descended from the sky with Xiao Wu and the others. Looking at Zhao Wuji sitting on Tang San's face in a daze, Xu Changqing immediately flushed red from neck to face and loudly condemned him in apparent anguish. "Teacher Zhao, you've gone too far! How could you beat Little San so badly that you knocked his shit out?"
Holy shit! Zhao Wuji was ruthless!
Damn, he'd done a beautiful job!
That damn Yu Xiaogang, that damn Tang Hao—how dare they threaten me? I'll collect a little interest from your son and disciple first. We can slowly settle the rest of the score later.
Xu Changqing was practically dying of laughter inside. As for his red face and thick neck, that was entirely from holding it in.
"I didn't! It wasn't me! Don't talk nonsense!"
Zhao Wuji snapped back to his senses and immediately sprang to his feet, denying it again and again. He had clearly held back throughout the fight. It was Tang San who had suddenly withdrawn his strength at the end. Zhao Wuji