Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy novel Chapter 728

Chapter 728: Chapter 731 Backroom Manipulation [4th Update]

Wu Tian snapped back to his senses, looking with amusement at the fraud, Zhou Butong. He chuckled and said, "Let’s have a fistfight. If you can beat me, I won’t expose you."

"This..." Zhou Butong was stunned. He no longer felt unlucky; instead, it seemed the Goddess of Fortune was finally smiling upon him.

Of all the things this young man could have challenged me to, he chose a fistfight? Heavens, doesn’t he know that’s my specialty? Zhou Butong’s heart pounded with ecstatic joy. Even the Great Heavenly King of Dogs would be defeated if we fought with fists!

"Alright," Zhou Butong blurted out, afraid Wu Tian would take back the offer.

"Remember, if you lose, you have to do whatever I say, old geezer." Wu Tian held out his left fist toward Zhou Butong.

"Alright," Zhou Butong agreed again, even more delighted than before.

Why? Because I can tell he’s not left-handed. He’s not left-handed, yet he’s holding a child with his right arm and challenging me with his left fist? Zhou Butong had never felt so fortunate in his entire life. This young man is practically asking for a beating!

The time to show off had finally arrived. I can hardly wait to begin. Heavens, in all my long life, this is the first time you’ve given me such a perfect opportunity to look impressive!

"Make your move," Wu Tian said.

"Alright," Zhou Butong replied eagerly. Not giving Wu Tian a single moment to back out, he took a step forward, appearing directly in front of him. Spiritual Power surged violently from his fist, unleashing a fierce gale that swept outwards. The people who had been waiting for Zhou Butong to read their fortunes all staggered back, their faces pale with shock.

Wu Tian smiled faintly and raised his left fist, aiming it at Zhou Butong’s formidable punch. Compared to the ferocity of Zhou Butong’s attack, Wu Tian’s left fist looked ordinary, as if it had been simply raised by a common man.

"Don’t worry, young man. I won’t shatter your fist, but I guarantee it will hurt for three days," Zhou Butong said with a faint smile, trying his best to project the dignified air of a Great Grandmaster.

Finally, he moved.

BANG!

The two fists collided under the watchful eyes of the crowd, unleashing an invisible shockwave.

The man everyone expected to see miserably defeated, Wu Tian, stood there calmly with a playful smile on his lips. Meanwhile, the master they had expected to win was now wailing, "Ahhh! Daddy! Mommy!"

"My hand is going to break!" Zhou Butong cried, clutching his right fist. He was in so much pain that tears streamed down his face. He kept whimpering, "Dad, Mom, it hurts so much."

"That’s a bit of an exaggeration," the little one in Wu Tian’s arms said, dumbfounded.

Wu Tian was also speechless. "How can you not bear this little bit of pain? And you call yourself someone who undergoes martial practice?" This level of pain would only last for three days. It was much less severe than a fracture. An ordinary person wouldn’t cry out so dramatically, let alone a practitioner of martial arts.

"What’s wrong with an old man like me crying for his mommy and daddy?" Zhou Butong, the old geezer, retorted between sobs.

"You can," Wu Tian nodded.

But the surrounding crowd was completely stunned.

"Master, what happened?"

"Yeah, where’s his grandmasterly demeanor?"

Zhou Butong’s image was utterly shattered. The crowd felt their faith shatter along with it.

That’s going to be difficult, Su Kai thought, lacking confidence. Luo Tian’s disciple, Zhao Tian, is much better at Formations than I am.

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