Zheng Yuchun let out a great roar, kicking up a whirlwind of foul, stinking breath that blew straight at Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan gasped, feeling as if he'd just eaten pig intestine sashimi. It was utterly rancid, and the taste in his mouth was awful.
'No, compared to pig intestine sashimi, the smell of a soccer player's stinky feet might be a more fitting description.'
'Speaking of which, some people are terrible at soccer, and their driving isn't any better. Stinky feet are stinky feet; you can wash them a dozen times, and they'll still reek.'
Lu Yuan halted his attack. Leaning on his Celestial Master Sword, he bent over, gagging but unable to throw up. "BLECH... BLECH..."
'I curse that Da Xingzi's entire family,' Lu Yuan thought. 'If you can't win a fight, why resort to disgusting people? What's the difference between this and wiping your spit on someone's face?'
