Underarm hair?
When Liu Hualong heard Xu Que's words, he almost hit the ceiling.
That "Silver Silk Celestial Art" was a Celestial Art that he had always been proud of. Every time he displayed it, he could defeat his enemy and amaze the world!
But in Xu Que's words, it was degraded to armpit hair?
Could he broaden his perspective?
Must it only be armpit hair if it was coming out from the sleeve?
The audience was speechless, completely subdued by Xu Que; that kind of rotten analogy was a unique product of Xu Que.
"Uh, after listening to him, Liu Hualong's Silver Silk Celestial Art looks more and more like a white armpit hair running out of his sleeve!"
"Ha! Indeed!"
Several powerful forces that weren't afraid of Liu Hualong immediately burst out laughing.
Liu Hualong was exasperated and was about to explode from his anger.
