Shi Huntian's move was powerful and heavy, so Nehru was flying quite happily, crashing down on Richard with equal joy.
"Oh God, that hurts!"
Richard struggled to push Nehru off him. The latter's face was flushed red from a heavy punch to the chest, much like when one is constipated on the toilet for too long. Clearly, even though Ah San often goes on a spree, he's never practiced the skill of breaking a big stone on the chest; otherwise, he wouldn't be looking constipated after just one hit.
"Is this so-called Ancient Yoga Technique? Is this your peak performance of Ancient Yoga Technique? If so, it doesn't seem that impressive."
When it comes to mockery, Shi Huntian is not much worse than Song Yun. After successfully punching Nehru away, Shi Huntian said with a smile.
Lin Jia hurriedly stepped up and handed the microphone to Shi Huntian, so he could speak louder.
"Bas…bastard, cough, cough, cough."
