Looking at the worn-out shoe in Xiao Tian's hand, Jin Zaizhong's pupils involuntarily shrank sharply.
Not long ago, he witnessed with his own eyes as Li Zailong got knocked out cold by this shoe, and he still hasn't woken up.
At this moment, upon seeing this stinky shoe appear again, he immediately tensed up, his face flushed red, and stammered for a long time before finally blurting out a sentence.
"Fai... fair competition, weapons... weapons are prohibited!"
Boom!
As soon as he said this, the entire audience was speechless.
After a brief silence, the Martial Arts Club side erupted into a burst of laughter.
"Ahahaha... Weapon? And you say a stinky shoe is a weapon? That's so freaking hilarious!"
"Fair competition? Compete my foot, this idiot leader of the stickmen is so stupid it's adorable!"
"Boss Xiao, don't listen to him, just use that stinky shoe to smack him, smack the hell out of him!"
Everyone chimed in, laughing and cursing.
