"You, you dare to hit me?" Nangong Lin struggled to get up, his body bulging with fat which seemed to have absorbed the brunt of the punch, leaving his tendons and bones unharmed. This fat pig, face flushed with rage, pointed a chubby finger at Zhou Heng, looking like he was about to explode with anger.
"Since I've already hit you, why ask!" Zhou Heng walked over and slapped him again with a smack.
By now, he had mastered the Realm of Momentum; every move he made was naturally flawless. Although it was merely a simple palm strike, it was filled with immense variations, undefeable by his peers.
—Unless his opponent had also mastered the momentum.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
Nangong Lin's chubby face soon suffered dozens of slaps, each carrying spiritual power, causing his face to swell up instantly. Originally as fat as a pig, his head now swelled grotesquely, becoming at least five times the size of a normal human's!
