On the stage, Guo Jun was staring at his own fist with an incredulous expression as he wondered, ‘is this really my fist? Not someone else’s, right? Even though I punchedHuang Xiaolong, he actually said it was quite relaxing, despite being a mere peak late-Seventh Order Ancient God Realm. How is that possible?’

His mother, this punk says it’s quite relaxing!

Relaxing!

Guo Jun’s face turned sullen and ugly as red blood vessels lined the whites of his eyes, while he glared ferociously at Huang Xiaolong. It seemed like he wanted to rip Huang Xiaolong into shreds with his eyes.

Huang Xiaolong walked back to the center of stage, towards Guo Jun, while saying, “How about, you give me a few more punches to help me loosen a bit more. I will take it as a free massage.”

Give me a few more punches!

Free massage!

Insult!...