Shoulin blocked Zhang Lang's blade with one slash.
Zhang Lang stepped onto Shoulin's blade and thrust his own knife toward Shoulin's throat.
Shoulin swept his long blade around, slipped free of Zhang Lang's control, and blocked with a clang, sparks flying everywhere.
Shoulin's face darkened. "Zhang Lang, right? You people from Octagon Island are planning to turn on us too?"
Zhang Lang snapped, "When you set up this Eight Trigrams Formation, did you ever think about whether we lived or died? And now you're insulting my reputation!"
"How did I insult your reputation?"
"You called me Bomb Man!"
Shoulin said angrily, "Zhao Ritian said that! I had no idea what it meant."
After Shoulin said that, he noticed Zhang Lang's crotch was stained bright red with blood.
"You... wait, you really are Bomb Man! Your balls exploded?!"
The corner of Zhang Lang's eye twitched. "You... you still dare say it..."
"No... I didn't know your balls exploded, I... pfft..."
At this point, Shoulin suddenly felt like laughing.
Zhang Lang narrowed his eyes, and Shoulin hurriedly controlled his thoughts, trying hard to communicate with him seriously.
"No... I really didn't know, brother. It's not... hehe, it's just... who could've known your balls really exploded... mmph... pfft..."
"No, no, no... ahem, seriously, I'm telling the truth. I really didn't know about this before. Really didn't know. How could I... mmph... pffft..."
Zhang Lang gritted his teeth. "You're clearly laughing at me!"
Shoulin immediately got his expression under control. "Brother! I really wasn't laughing. There's nothing funny about it. In battle, getting injured is completely normal."
Zhao Ritian said from the side, "You clearly wanted to laugh!"
Shoulin snapped, "I don't think this is funny at all!"
Shoulin said solemnly, "A martial artist, fighting here with his life on the line for the