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In a corner of the Chen Clan's viewing area, Dugu Fu folded his arms, his thin lips curving into a cold sneer. "World-shaking power?"
He lifted his chin. "Him?"
The last word dropped like an icicle, sharp with mockery.
"Ha!" Beside him, Zhu Wuneng slapped his thigh, the creases on his round face brimming with delight. He gestured at Dugu Fu with his thumb. "A Fu's right! He should just stick to Great Hammer King. What World-Shaking Great Hammer?"
There was a little story behind this. The Heavenly Prodigy Ranking had originally given him the nickname Great Hammer King, matching Tang Xiao's Little Hammer King.
He had probably disliked how it sounded and written to Tianshi City to have it changed.
Generally speaking, Tianshi City accommodated such "reasonable" requests from those on the ranking.
Zhu Wuneng's large eyes darted toward the fiercest fighting on the arena, then glanced at Chen Xiaojun, who stood quietly with his eyes closed. He lowered his voice, but every word landed firmly. "As for world-shaking power... among their peers, the only ones who can truly shoulder those words..."
He held up two fingers and waggled them. "Apart from the one sitting in that wicker chair, there's only our young master."
"+1." Chen Shurui's lazy voice drifted over. He sank into his seat and casually pointed toward the chaos in the arena below without even lifting his eyelids.
Sitting nearby, Lian Shouzhong heard their exchange clearly.
His expression remained unchanged, but his heart was like a deep pool struck by a stone-the Chen Clan members' casual disparagement of Heaven Dou sounded like the drunken talk of madmen, yet carried a certainty rooted in their very bones.
Their air of looking down upon their peers