"Break for fatty me!"
Lin Shaocong bellowed fiercely, his plump palm, shaped like a knife, forcefully chopped down on the sturdy wooden chopping board.
Bang!
A dull thud sounded as the solid wooden chopping board immediately shattered into pieces under Lin Shaocong's hand knife, breaking cleanly into chunks and splinters.
You must know that wood isn't like bricks; wood has elasticity, making it even harder to split. Moreover, there was a layer of solid granite under the chopping board, which also cracked under Lin Shaocong's palm.
"Hahaha!"
Seeing his own achievements, Lin Shaocong immediately became full of pride and burst into loud laughter.
"Fatty me has finally reached Great Achievement in my divine technique, becoming a peerless master among tens of thousands!"
As Lin Shaocong was basking in pride, he turned to look at Tang Yi, with a glint of fighting spirit flashing in his eyes, as if considering whether to challenge Tang Yi for a sparring match.
