The three of them chatted and laughed as they arrived at the stall.
In just 3 minutes, the owner of the neighboring stall watching the show shouted excitedly.
"Medic! Where's the medic!"
"Hurry, help him! He just got slapped unconscious!"
The owner of the 'Slap PK to Win Celebration Coins' stall lay flat on the ground.
A blood-red handprint was clearly visible on his face.
"Don't worry, he's fine."
Li Pu, with his smooth, fair face, shrugged.
He had held back, besides, he activated 'Fatherly Love.'
This guy just fainted from the pain, that's all.
"Makes sense... if you knock the opponent out with the first strike, you won't have to get slapped yourself."
Fu Dusheng lightly hammered his palm, acting as if he had an epiphany.
"Everyone understands the logic, but it's not that easy to do."
Liu Jisheng knew this guy was teasing him, and gave a bitter smile.
He thought this year's organizers were even more outrageous than last year.
