As everyone knew, Little Bad King was extremely skilled at "Philosophical Dialectics." For instance, if someone else played a Soul Cultivator, first acting like Tang and then blindsiding him, Little Bad King would leap up cursing, calling them underhanded, filthy, and dishonorable. But if he acted like Tang first and blindsided someone else, then according to his philosophical dialectics, that was a fucking display of personal intelligence—a disparity in their ability to scheme.
Little Songstress had once succinctly described this "Philosophical Dialectics": "You're a fucking hypocrite! If I accidentally touch you, you call it sexual harassment and demand compensation. But when you smack my breasts hard, that's a fucking doctor's compassionate heart, checking my mammary glands?!"
The essence of philosophical dialectics was that no matter what anyone else blathered on about, you stuck to your own views. Thus, whenever Ren Ye faced criticism from his squad members, he would put on a thick-skinned expression and reply with a smile, "What did you say? Oh, did I hit a nerve? I can't hear anything. Stop flapping your gums... or I really might think... you're saying you love me."
For Little Bad King, today's duel had certainly been an extremely hard-won victory. Without the solid foundation in acting he had previously built within the Park District Squad, he would most likely have crashed and burned today.
Melon really was strong-far stronger than anything he had anticipated!
At the outset, Ren Ye had merely wanted to try using the "Returning Dragon Technique" in his original body during this duel, while avoiding exposing his true identity as much as possible. In fact, his attempt had succeeded, and the entire process had gone exactly as he had predicted. The "Returning Dragon Art—Seven Kills" he had obtained from the Twelve Immortal Mountain Dao Pavilions truly suited