BANG!
Wanli Qiankun's sturdy body was sent flying like a kicked ball. He flew a hundred meters before face-planting into the ground.
The very picture of someone eating dirt.
"Hahaha…"
"That guy boasted he'd beat Hong Yu in one move, but he couldn't even take one himself. How embarrassing!"
"I'm dying of laughter! This Wanli Qiankun must be the reincarnation of a comedian!"
Mocking voices reached Wanli Qiankun's ears, and his whole body trembled. He wasn't actually unconscious; he just didn't dare to look up.
Recalling how he had just been dancing around on the stage, Wanli Qiankun wished he could dig the crater beneath him a little deeper and bury himself completely. 'I can only play dead for now,' he thought, 'and run for it when no one's paying attention.'
Just as Wanli Qiankun was thinking this, an icy voice suddenly boomed in his ear, "Lao Qi, get the hell up! Haven't you embarrassed yourself enough?"
"Huh? Sixth Brother?"
