Sea God: This Damn Thing Counts as an Industrial Injury!

The entire venue fell silent.

The Title Douluo who had just been frantically trying to distance themselves from the matter now stared wide-eyed, their expressions frozen stiff.

They looked at Yu Luomian, whom the Sea God had "planted" into the ground with a single punch, leaving only his head exposed, his eyes rolled white.

"Gulp."

No one knew who it was, but someone swallowed with difficulty.

In the silent night, the sound was especially clear.

The next second—

"Pfft..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was the first to break. He abruptly turned away, his shoulders shaking violently. His seductive face twisted into a mask of agony as he desperately held back his laughter.

That sound seemed to flip some kind of switch.

Snake Lance Douluo lowered his head, using a fit of violent coughing to hide the grin nearly reaching his ears.

Demon Bear Douluo was even more direct. He plopped back into his chair, grabbed a skewer from the table, and frantically stuffed it into his mouth, as though only food could stop the explosive laughter about to burst out.

Even Ning Fengzhi, who always cared deeply about his bearing, had the corners of his mouth twitching wildly. The hand holding his wine cup trembled slightly as his eyes desperately darted elsewhere.

Too miserable.

Truly too miserable.

Tonight, the second-in-command of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had utterly disgraced himself for a lifetime.

First, Porcupinefish Douluo had grabbed him by the collar and slapped him in public.

Then, his own "ally," Tang Xiao, had treated him like a punching bag and beaten him senseless.

And now, a seemingly lowly "worker" had punched him from a living man into a radish nailed into the ground.

His ordeal was enough to sadden those who heard it and make those who saw