Luo Yunyang was dumbfounded. He had spent the previous day honing his strength so he could fight well and show Fat Xue and the others that he was just as capable when it came to combat strength.
He had never expected to actually miss the first round!
Why wouldn't the God of Luck come and visit him? How could he be so heartless as to let Luo Yunyang miss out on this sort of opportunity?
"Someone like me, with such an imposing presence, must be at least a little stronger than you, right?" Fat Xue complained. He actually seemed a little aggrieved.
Luo Yunyang jabbed his finger at Fat Xue's fat with a snicker. "You don't seem like much at first glance, Little Fat Brother, but when one takes a closer look, you are way worse! Use your conscience when you speak!"
