The God of Wealth had gone crazy.
He had never seen anything like this.
Long Aotian lay on the ground, locking his own arm and wrenching it with loud cracks. The pain made stars burst before his eyes, and it felt like he was about to rip his arm right off!
Lu Chengwen had him by the throat, straddling him and punching him in the eyes again and again. The God of Wealth felt like his entire world was filled with stars.
Zhao Ritian had his other arm pinned tightly to the floor and had personally sunk his teeth into his wrist, refusing to let go.
Hua Xuening stood there, dumbfounded.
She had no idea why things had turned out like this. She was thinking, trying to understand the logic here, trying to figure out why this had happened.
But... she couldn't figure it out.
It had been a chaotic brawl, a three-way free-for-all at first.
Then, with the God of Wealth actively... passively... helplessly... forcibly joining in... it turned into three against one.
The key was that once the God of Wealth made his move, he realized these three idiots, who looked like they were just wildly flailing around, were a completely different story when they actually fought.
They were chaotic, sure, but they were damn fierce.
He had assumed they fought like low-level martial artists in a street brawl—grabbing whatever was nearby and swinging it around, venting their anger with reckless abandon.
But once he really joined in, he discovered these three had hidden depths!
They looked like street fighters, but they were remarkably methodical once they got serious.
They were hard to defend against, and even harder to hit.
So he secretly raised his strength and brought out more of his real abilities to deal with them.