The bar was noisy and boisterous, and the twenty or so patrons were not scared but rather interested in watching the commotion, treating it as if they were watching a circus.
The dwarf magician and the bartender saw Muscle Buddha pummeling the one-armed Zhuang Du and chose not to intervene, mostly for fear of getting caught in the crossfire.
After all, this Muscle Buddha didn't look like an easy target.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Each punch from Muscle Buddha exploded with a thunderous sound, as if he was emitting sound waves.
Whoosh!
Zhuang Du's shirt suddenly burst open, and six metallic tentacles, reminiscent of octopus arms, sprang out – half of them blocking, and half attacking Muscle Buddha.
"Black Shark Triton and Octopus Balls, did you kill them?"
As he now had six metallic tentacles, Zhuang Du, despite having lost an arm, could still manage with ease, but he was infuriated.
