The audience below, originally disheartened, suddenly regained their spirit, feeling a pleasure they had never known before.
Wu Cai had never been forced to retreat over a dozen steps on the stage, but with one swing of his staff, Fan Zhan nearly sent the guy flying.
"Damn, Brother Zhan is so mighty, kill him, fuck, Brother Zhan, knock him flat on his back, today I'm gonna cosplay in women's clothes to celebrate!" a young guy in the crowd shouted.
"Holy shit, what a treat, 666, Brother Zhan, keep it up, there's a big shot offering treats in drag!" another person in the crowd chimed in, heckling.
Although mostly in jest, it showed just how much everyone resented and was angry with Wu Cai and his ilk to the extreme.
One even shouted, "Brother Zhan, beat this bastard to death, just break one of this motherfucker's arms, and I'll run naked through the campus!"
"Pfft!"
Fan Zhan, holding the Vajra Staff, nearly lost his grip and nearly blacked out from the outrageous suggestion.
