Tan Lei's attacks, like the man himself, carried not a trace of aggression.
He didn't come at Zhou Xuan with the fierce rush of Chen Hu. Instead, he simply extended a hand and gave a gentle push, as if brushing dust from someone's clothes.
His target wasn't Zhou Xuan's vitals, but his shoulder.
His intentions couldn't have been clearer. He didn't want to hurt anyone; he just wanted to send this completely exhausted fellow out of the ring as gently and gracefully as possible, putting an end to this farce.
But just as his palm was about to touch Zhou Xuan's shoulder, Zhou Xuan seemed to trip over a pebble.
He stumbled backward with an "Ai-ya!" and, in an utterly ridiculous pose, narrowly dodged the push.
Tan Lei's brow furrowed even deeper.
He didn't pause. He followed up with another step and another push.
This time, Zhou Xuan's reaction was even more absurd. He seemed frightened by the wind of Tan Lei's palm and leaped wildly to the side.
Then his foot slipped, and he spun around in a circle before plopping down right on his butt.
He was a complete mess, but once again, he'd dodged the attack.
"Pfft!"
"Hahaha! I'm dying! Did this kid come here to fight or to perform tricks for monkeys?"
"What kind of footwork is that? A lazy donkey rolling around?"
"I don't think he's relying on skill. He's relying on luck! He'll make his opponent laugh himself to death!"
The Chore Disciples below could no longer hold it in. They burst into uproarious laughter, hurling insults and jeers without end.
Sitting on the ground, Zhou Xuan cried "Ai-ya! Ai-ya!" as he shuffled backward with both hands and feet.
His face was full of fear and panic. He looked every bit the clown who'd