"Bam!"
Shi Hao dropped from the sky, carrying a bundle of white clothing.
"Skinny Monkey, why did you send him flying so far? I spent ages looking."
Shi Hou glanced at the crumpled brocade robe, still smeared with purple bamboo leaves and mud.
"I only used a tenth of my strength. Who knew a genius couldn't take a hit?"
Shi Hao tossed the robe and the spoils to Dazhuang.
"All right, divide it among yourselves."
Dazhuang caught it with a delighted grin.
A large ring of disciples still lingered around the training grounds, afraid to leave.
A thin-faced boy sucked in a breath and lowered his voice. "I saw that milk-drinking kid in the Void God Realm. He's the one who reached the extreme realm of speed."
"Hiss-" A fat boy beside him slapped his thigh. "And that shady Divine Chef who sold nutritious soup?!"
The crowd fell silent for half a beat, then erupted.
"That bunch usually throws their weight around. They finally got what was coming to them."
"I'm just afraid we've driven off the vicious wolves only to welcome fierce tigers. Life might get even worse from now on..."
Amid the whispers, Dazhuang and the others had already taken out ointment and begun smearing it over their faces.
Ermeng's left eye was swollen like a walnut, but he still had the spirit to grumble. "Little One, if you'd come a quarter of an hour later, my eyeball would've been squeezed right out."
Snot Boy squatted nearby and sniffled. "Late, but you made it. Late, but you made it."
Qingfeng rubbed the wrist that had been twisted behind his back. Looking up at Shi Hou and Shi Hao, he said softly, "Brother Monkey, Little Brother, thank you!"
Shi Hou said nothing, merely reaching out to pat the back