Looking at the smug Ba Dao, Wang Hao's mouth corner lifted into an imperceptible cold smirk.
Suddenly, he saw Wang Hao violently stomping on the ground, propelling himself up with momentum, wielding the Curved Scimitar and chopping towards Ba Dao's face.
"Hmph, mere child's play!" Ba Dao snorted disdainfully and swung his Soft Sword to meet the attack.
When he was three meters away from Ba Dao, Wang Hao changed his move mid-air, his body sharply tilting downwards as he lashed out a Whip Kick towards his opponent's abdomen.
Ba Dao took a direct hit and grimaced in pain, howling in agony.
He retreated five or six steps, his eyes bloodshot, and roared furiously, "Damn it, I'm going to kill you!"
However, before he could charge forward, suddenly he felt his stomach churning tumultuously.
"Pfft, pfft, pfft..."
A series of farts, both loud and stinky. The crowd below were suffocated by the stench and started to gag.
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