Perhaps his head had been struck hard enough to leave him somewhat delirious, or perhaps there was some other reason.
Luo Sanpao slowly raised its plump "perky rear," then, for some unknown reason, suddenly turned around to face the man it was currently pinning beneath it—Great Master.
Luo Sanpao seemed utterly unaware that the direction and target of its backside were somewhat strange. It simply carried on under Great Master's terrified gaze...
"Luo... Luo Sanpao... no..."
"Pfft!!!"
A heaven-shattering sound rang out, and a cloud of dark yellow smoke reeking of foul stench instantly erupted across the street.
"Fuck!"
"What kind of attack is that? It has no martial virtue at all!"
"Urgh..."
In an instant, the onlookers who had been eagerly enjoying the spectacle scattered in all directions, fleeing from Luo Sanpao and Great Master at the center of the yellow smoke. The tavern staff somehow produced a massive fan and stood at the entrance, their faces turning liver-colored as they desperately fanned the air.
At that moment, no one noticed that in a corner of the tavern, a man wrapped tightly in a broad black robe slowly curled his lips into an evil smile.
"Cough... cough..."
Not long afterward, the terrifying yellow smoke finally dispersed through the concerted efforts of the people on the street. Yet a nauseating stench still lingered faintly in the air, making the diners and drinkers nearby intensely uncomfortable.
Then, the man beneath that pig-like little beast struggled to rise to his feet. His face had turned purple, clearly showing signs of poisoning, yet some force called "pride"—or perhaps "self-respect"—seemed to be keeping him from collapsing on the spot.
His first instinct was actually to straighten his clothes, trying his best to look dignified. But what he did next made those around him burst