Resounding sobs echoed throughout the Martial Arts Arena.
This crying immediately left Su Tu dumbfounded. Looking at Xiong Lailer sitting on the stage, he even felt a touch of guilt, as though he had bullied a child.
At this moment, Xiong Lailer no longer had any of his earlier arrogant swagger. He looked exactly like a child throwing a tantrum.
Luo Fan and the others were equally confused by the sight. Fat Zhuge covered his mouth, struggling to keep from laughing out loud.
When martial artists fought one-on-one, victory and defeat were perfectly normal.
But for a martial artist who had opened a hundred acupoints to be slapped into tears—this was truly unheard of.
"Stop crying!!" Xiong Yingtian flashed onto the stage and covered Xiong Lailer's mouth.
His stern face had flushed slightly red with unbearable embarrassment.
That damn slap to the face had come far too quickly. He had not even finished boasting to Old Zhou before his grandnephew had been sent flying.
Though his grandnephew had personality issues, his combat strength was not weak.
Born with a unique bone structure, even martial artists who had opened a hundred acupoints found it difficult to defeat him. Yet now, this kid who had only opened seventy-six acupoints had slapped him into this state.
What kind of monster was this kid?
"My apologies, Master Xiong. I didn't do it on purpose. I simply failed to control my strength properly."
Su Tu spoke neither humbly nor arrogantly. Xiong Lailer climbed up from the ground and hid behind his grandfather, just like a child running to an adult for support after being bullied.
"It's nothing, it's nothing. The young are to be feared indeed. Old Zhou, you've taken in a fine disciple."
"I misjudged him." Xiong Yingtian spoke with bold spirit, his voice