Yu Xiaolong watched as the lightning balls returned to his side. He felt like he'd just drunk expired pesticide.
The giant lightning ball split into countless tiny ones. The moment they appeared, the smaller balls began to explode,
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
Yu Xiaolong was battered and bruised by his own third Soul Skill. There wasn't a single spot on his body that wasn't hurt, and an enticing aroma faintly wafted from the places the lightning had struck.
Qiangu Youjian hadn't moved an inch, yet he'd won.
The audience stared at the scene. What kind of nonsense was this? The whole fight had lasted just three moves, and he'd hit himself with every one of them. He was pretty ruthless with himself.
Watching Yu Xiaolong's performance, Xiong Duoyan could only shake his head. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Yu Yuanzhen's practically lifted his youngest son up to the heavens. But now that we've seen him in action, what a joke."
"Still, you have to admit, Yu Yuanzhen really does embody a father's love as deep as a mountain."
"Uncle Xiong, what do you mean?"
"He praises his son like his life depends on it."
"Uncle Xiong, that's quite the accusation."
"Yu, I'm being kind. Did you notice Yu Xiaolong's build? He's unsteady on his feet, and his steps are weak. His first, second, and third Soul Skills might sound impressive when he shouts their names, but you can hear how little strength he has behind his voice."
"Just look at those dark circles, sunken eyes, unfocused gaze, pale lips, and ashen face. That's what happens when you overdo it in bed."
"I've heard that in Suotuo City, Yu Xiaolong, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun are known as the Shrek Three Cannoneers—the Lecherous Dragon, Lecherous Tiger, and Lecherous Phoenix. Everyone knows their names."