With a soft murmur, Yu Sheng put away Sucker Punch.
He straightened his clothes.
He cleared his throat.
"Hey, do you like crosstalk?"
Wu Lin lay on the ground, his face blank and bewildered, still unsure what would happen next.
But clearly, it would absolutely not be anything good!
What fucking crosstalk?
If that blow from your staff hadn't left my whole body feeling like it was falling apart, if that punch of yours hadn't left my head still buzzing...
I'd get up and stab you a couple of times, no matter what.
"Down the north-south avenue, heading east to west, a man bit a dog at the crossroads. He picked up the dog to chop a brick, but the brick bit his hand instead."
"There was an old man, just nineteen, drinking lotus root with his wine. Never seen such a thing in all my days, a tricycle pulling... pulling..."
Yu Sheng paused, raised his wrist, and checked his watch. "Oh, a tricycle pulling a train."
"Listen to that. Does it make any sense?"
"Today, I'll perform a piece of One-Man Crosstalk for everyone, featuring just such an unreasonable fellow..."
This day seemed to be Wu Lin's day of disaster.
He had no idea how he had made it through.
Here was an unparalleled prodigy from Jiangbei Province, Long Staff in hand, who had knocked him flat with a single strike, and then... crouched beside him, performing one-man crosstalk without any expression.
It was like he was fucking reciting lines.
At least put some feeling into it!
Give it some rise and fall, and there were clearly several places where you should have paused and interacted with the audience!
It was not just him. Everyone in the venue, the viewers watching the livestream... all eyes were on Yu Sheng.