"Bo Saixi thought men ought to fight head-on. Qian Daoliu danced around with a sword, all fancy flourishes, picking at his opponent's weak spots. There wasn't an ounce of manliness in it!"
"Tang Chen, on the other hand, had a hammer. He charged in and smashed away, consequences be damned. He looked utterly imposing-now that was manly!"
Zhou Liu curled his lip, looking rather speechless. "So Bo Saixi and Tang Chen hit it off, while Qian Daoliu lost his right to compete before he even knew what had happened."
Xue Haicang: Well, damn. Her Eminence the Sea God Douluo certainly has unusual tastes!
Yu Tianheng: Well said! Men ought to fight head-on!
Ning Rongrong: Qian Daoliu with a sword is much more dashing than Tang Chen with a hammer. What on earth was the Sea God Douluo thinking?
Oscar: Now this is some juicy gossip. So crisp, so sweet. I wonder if there's more!
But how could the gossip our great Zhou had to feed them possibly be so simple?
With a mysterious air, he asked Xue Haicang and the others, "Youngsters, have you heard the legend of the Evil God?"
The Evil God!
The moment they heard those words, Xue Haicang and the others perked up even more.
What was an evil god?
An existence capable of rivaling the Good God!
And since Bo Saixi herself had told them about this, they certainly knew.
One look at their expressions told Zhou Liu that they did indeed know evil gods existed.
"Since you know, that makes this much easier to explain!"
Zhou Liu pointed at the thin black line and said calmly, "That black line running through the Sea God's 1,001st Step is actually a sword scar."
"In other words, an evil god struck the Sea God Steps with his