Big Mustacheās palm was pressed against the Flying Tiger God before he shouted: āStealing the Heavens!ā
Luo Tian immediately stood up.
There was a brief flash in his eyes as he smiled: āGod damnā¦ā
āOmmm~ā¦ā Sounds of ringing came from inside the barrier.
The surface of the barrier started rippling like a wave and the stage started becoming foggy so people couldnāt see clearly inside.
Many people unconsciously stood up and leaned forward.
Whatās going on?
No one knew.
But in their eyes, there would only be one outcome ā Big Mustache lying on the ground dead.
āHeās definitely going to die.ā
āHow can a dwarf like him resist it?ā
āThereās no need to think since the difference in strength is too great.ā
Leng Hanshuang then said: āNothing bad shouldāve happened, right?ā
Jingang then asked: āBoss, does Big Mustache know your move?ā
Murong Bai said with a smile, āBig Mustache can do it. He has learned everything.ā
Black Widow then said: āLittle sister Leng, thereās no need to worry so much. Nothing will happen to Big Mustache.ā
Luo Tian had a faint smile while he looked over at Daoist Lie Yang.
Daoist Lie Yang had a smile and stared back at Luo Tian. He then said smugly: āYour person is already dead. Luo Tian, how does it feel to watch your brother die in front of you? I actually think it feels great, hahahaā¦ā
Lin Wushen also laughed before saying: āWhat a good kill!ā
āOmmm~!ā
The barrier rippled again before the stage became clear once more.
There were still two people there.
There was still a puppet there.
The strange thing was that Big Mustache wasnāt lying on the ground.
Wang Guiās body was swaying back and forth. His eyes were staring at Big Mustache as he stuttered: āHow, how, how can this be? This is impossible, absolutely impossible. Thereās no such move in the Puppet Technique. Thereās no way thereās such a move.ā
He was in shock.
The super puppet he refined, Flying Tiger God, had reached the Profound God 3rd rank. It could absolutely crush that Big Mustache. But in just an instant, everything changed. He no longer had a connection to his Flying Tiger God.
This meant his spiritual senses could no longer control his Flying Tiger God.
This wasnāt considered much.
What he couldnāt accept was that once his Flying Tiger Godās attack was a few centimeters away from Big Mustache, the incomparably powerful attack suddenly took a turn and came back to him instead. His eyes were blurred from confusion!
Imagine someone raising eagles their entire lifetime, suddenly having their eyes pecked out by them.
Wang Gui couldnāt react in time.
His face turned pale white in fear. He simply didnāt know what was going on and could only watch himself getting struck by the Flying Tiger God.
His chest was shattered. His sea of consciousness had collapsed. Wang Guiās body was teetering on the brink of falling.
Big Mustache sneered before saying: āYou thought that you were very strong? Your Puppet Technique isnāt even comparable to a fart, let alone compared to my boss. You have no clue whatās going on, right? This daddy aināt telling you. Iām just going to let you die without peace, humph~!ā
A belly full of fire.
Big Mustache was extremely angry after being called a damn midget multiple times by Wang Gui. He originally wanted to use a puppet to fight head-on with Wang Gui, but he eventually decided to use Luo Tianās Stealing the Heavens. Luo Tian taught him the insights of Stealing the Heavens and he had been cultivating it like crazy.
For the fanaticism and talent towards the Puppet Technique, Big Mustache was stronger than everyone.
This included Luo Tian!
One needs to know that Luo Tianās skills only need proficiency and didnāt need him to comprehend anything. It was different for Big Mustache because every step of progression for him was due to his comprehension. Just some hints here and suggestions there had changed him greatly.
Compared to when he hadnāt met Luo Tian yet, his Puppet Technique comprehension had at least doubled!
Everything was thanks to Luo Tian.
In his heart, Luo Tian had given him a second lease on life!
āBang~, bang~ā¦ā
Wang Guiās figure kept retreating backward. His eyes rolled over before his body fell to the ground. Large amounts of blood gushed out from his chest and stained the stage crimson red.
āBoom~!ā
His body convulsed a few more times until there were no more movements.
Big Mustache then spat a glob of phlegm on Wang Guiās corpse. His eyes turned cold as he swept his gaze through the venue. āDidnāt you guys enjoy mocking me? Why donāt you keep mocking me now?ā
āPak~, pak~, pak~ā¦ā
At this moment, it was as if tens of thousands of slaps had rung out in the venue. Those people mocking Big Mustache had a red hot palm print on their faces. It was very difficult to stomach as their faces distorted. Their eyes stared at the stage in a daze as they didnāt know what had just happened.
What?
What happened?
What the hell just happened?
Apart from Big Mustache and Luo Tian, no one else knew.
Unsightly!
Daoist Lie Yang had an ugly expression on his face as he clenched his fists. āTrash! Trash! Everyone is trash!ā
Lin Wushen had the same look. His face was red like someone had given him a vicious slap. This kind of face slapping really wasnāt easy to accept.
What angered them, even more, was that Luo Tian started dancing across from them.
āKill him!ā
āKill him!ā
Luo Tian started doing the Gangnam Style and shouted: āBig Mustache! You f*cked him over perfectly! Hahahaā¦ā
Beautiful!
Extremely beautiful!
If we say Jingangās instant kill by a slap was domineering, then we can say Big Mustache fought beautifully. His move was very weird and others wouldnāt be able to understand it.
This method of killing people was even more shocking than the previous one.
People will remember this more vividly because they were all wondering how Wang Gui had died.
This question will haunt them for a very long time.
At this time, Big Mustache walked to the edge of the barrier and calmly looked at the moderator. āThe fight is over. Why have you not opened the barrier yet?ā
āGulp~!ā
The referee swallowed some saliva before opening the barrier. He ran over to inspect Wang Guiās corpse before frowning. He then looked over in the direction of the Imperial God Immortal Sect and shook his head, āHeās dead.ā
At this moment, Big Mustache sneered: āCalling me a damn midget? This daddy will let you see my methods.ā
āCrack~, crack~ crackā¦ā
āCrack~, crack~ crackā¦ā
āCrack~, crack~ crackā¦
On the stage, behind the referee.
The Flying Tiger Godās body collapsed into countless pieces of stone and every stone contained a powerful energy. Even though the pieces of stone werenāt as strong as a whole Profound God 3rd ranker, the stones definitely had the power of a Profound God 1st ranker.
It looked like rocks rolling down a cliff.
They all came crashing down and buried the referee.
āSave me! Save me! Saveā¦ā
āSaveā¦ā
Piled up like a burial mound.
āHahahaā¦ā
āHahahaā¦ā Eggy was laughing in joy. āBig Mustache did very well! I will reward you with a hundred drops of Dragon Godās essence blood. Hahaha, this one is about to laugh myself to death! Who told him to f*cking pick his nose at me. Now that is awesome! Hahahaā¦ā
Due to being rescued in time, the moderator wasnāt smashed to death. But he was on his last breath and was carried away like a dead dog.