But it completely penetrated the right arm, even piercing the bones!
How can it not hurt?
"Who are you? What are you going to do?!"
"Are you qualified to know?"
Facing Murong Fu's roar, Hai Dafu sneered, shook off a drop of blood from the embroidery needle in his hand, and then, as if he was quite disgusted, he flicked the embroidery needle away.
Click!
In just a moment, the embroidery needle pierced through the floor and penetrated deep into the ground. No one knew how deep it penetrated.
"How can this be possible!"
"You only relied on hidden weapons to gain a temporary advantage, yet you dare to act so arrogantly in front of me. If I had a sword in my hand..."
Murong Fu roared madly.
"If you and I both had swords in our hands, you would have died long ago."
Hai Dafu interrupted Murong Fu with a sneer, "I've experienced your swordsmanship before, so what's the big deal?"
"nonsense!"
Murong Fu quickly interrupted with an angry shout. What happened outside the apricot forest that day was regarded as a shame in his life. How could he let Hai Dafu tell it?
"If you come to fight me again, even with my bare hands, I will definitely kill you!"
"Young Master!"
Seeing that Murong Fu actually wanted to fight again, Bao Bu Tong couldn't help but called out. Seeing Murong Fu turned his head to look at him, Bao Bu Tong smiled bitterly and shook his head slowly.
Murong Fu's face suddenly turned cold, and he was extremely dissatisfied with Bao Bu Tong.
What the fuck do you mean?
As your master, I'm fighting against others here. It's fine if you can't help me, but you're actually mocking me from the sidelines?
What? You are the only ones who look down on me?
Murong Fu was extremely unhappy, but Bao Bu Tong's interruption made him realize that there was something wrong with the expressions of the heroes around him who were watching the show.
That is...
A sense of horror and disbelief.
It was as if I had seen something unbelievable.
Is it because Hai Dafu is too powerful?
He frowned instantly, finding it hard to accept.
I had already planned this battle at Shaoshi Mountain. This should have been my moment to shine, but why did it become the moment when this stinky beggar won and shocked the world?
But suddenly, he reacted.
Something is wrong!
If it was just because of the strength displayed by Hai Dafu, even if they were shocked, they would not be so unbelievable, because in the previous battle, even though he was at a disadvantage, he could still endure this minor injury and fight again.
It is still unknown who will win!
Unless they discovered something and thought that they could never be a match for Hai Dafu, or were even far behind, how could this be possible?
But Murong Fu admitted that he was indeed in a passive position just now, but it was not to the point where he had no chance of winning at all!
Why is this happening?
What went wrong?
Um?
Could it be!!!
He suddenly thought of the black embroidery needle that had stayed behind him for a short period of time but had not attacked.
Sla!!!
Then, Murong Fu tore off a layer of his clothes.
Before, in order to block the four embroidery needles, she had thrown out her outer robe, although it didn't block them.
Now, he tore off the middle piece of clothing. Now, Murong Fu was left with only the white inner garment, and a blood-red plum blossom had already bloomed on his right arm.
But all this was nothing compared to the words he discovered engraved on his vest.
waste!
Two small black words, right in the center of this dress!
From an artistic point of view, the tattoo is actually quite good!
But···
Waste?!
Murong Fu's eyes suddenly turned red, and the fire of anger burned fiercely. His hands involuntarily grabbed his clothes tightly, and his whole body was shaking.
You, a stinking beggar, dare you call me...a waste?!
It was at this moment that the audience finally reacted and whispered in shock.
Shaolin people: "Hiss!"
"Amitabha, where on earth did this beggar-looking old man come from? Why is he so powerful that he could toy with Nan Murong in the palm of his hand?"
"At first, I thought he was bragging, but now it seems that in his eyes, Nan Murong is really nothing."
Many followers of Xingxiu Sect:
"Ha ha ha ha!"
"Oh my god, is this the Gusu Murong Fu who returns the favor?"
"How could someone tattoo the word 'waste' on your back without you even realizing it?"
"You're such a waste!"
Duan Zhengchun: "Haha, a flash is still higher than a mountain."
"This world is really full of talented people~"
Beggars' Gang:
"Hahaha, this is Gusu Murong Fu?"
"That's it?"
"How can he compare to our Boss Qiao's magnificent vision and heroic spirit? There's a huge gap in strength. Who gave Murong Fu the guts to challenge our Boss Qiao to a north-south divide?"
"unlucky!"
“···”
The Four Evil Ones: "Puff!"
"Murong Fu, what a great Murong Fu! It turns out Murong Fu is actually a waste!"
"Look how happy he is holding the word 'waste'? His whole body is shaking. Is he dancing?"
"Yue Lao San, you're going too far. Is he dancing? He's clearly so excited that his whole body is shaking."
Many extras.
"So Murong Fu is nothing but this?"
"No, it's not that Murong Fu is just that weak. If it were me or someone else, I'm afraid I'd be killed in just a few moves."
"But if he was strong, why did he first lose to the unknown Duan Yu, and then to this beggar who seemed to have no record of any battle?"
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