Lu Chengwen looked at the man and shook his head in disappointment.
"What a fucking loser."
Long Aotian spat. "Weren't you fucking great at bragging? You couldn't even smash that thing? You actually let him pull off his act?"
Lu Chengwen walked over, clenched his little fist, turned his palm downward, and stuck out his index finger. "You're useless! We gave you a chance, and you still couldn't deliver! Huh? We gave you a chance, and you still couldn't deliver!"
Long Aotian came over too. "You brag enough for six fucking people, and you even made us stop just to listen. Then, when it mattered, you fell flat on your ass? Huh? And you had the nerve to ask whether I was the boss of the Sexy Cover Sect? That guy!"
Long Aotian pointed at the smug Zhao Ritian and snapped, "He's just an outer disciple of our Sexy Cover Sect, not even a full member! And you let him bend you over?"
Lu Chengwen shook his head. "Zhao Ritian was right. You're all talk. You aren't worth shit."
Long Aotian said, "Exactly. You couldn't even get to a pile of shit while it was still warm."
The man felt horribly wronged. He climbed to his feet. "Th-this... this isn't right! This is impossible!"
Lu Chengwen said, "Possible or not, you hit him once and nearly choked yourself to death. He's perfectly fine."
Long Aotian said, "What, did you feel sorry for him? With a mouthy bastard like that, why didn't you put some force into it?"
"I did!" the man protested bitterly. "I... I used my ultimate move!"
Both of them spat on him, expressing their utter contempt.
The man snapped, "Both of you can fuck off! Damn it, I've been too nice to you! I'll smash..."
He waved