Xuanhuan: Supporters Will Never Be Slaves

"Isn't that the disciple with the number-one talent?"

"Yeah, the genius with the best talent, but who can't train in combat spells!"

"So is he here at the battle arena to be our punching bag?"

"Hahaha!"

Bai Bo paid no attention to the three men laughing at him.

He immediately made his move and unleashed a curse.

The curse randomly inflicts a negative status on enemies, including nausea, dizziness, weakness, and more.

The three of them immediately clutched their stomachs and vomited, supporting one another as they did.

"You..." one of them said, pointing at Bai Bo. Before he could finish, he retched. "Ugh!"

"What were you trying to say? I couldn't hear you," Bai Bo said, cupping a hand to his ear like a megaphone.

"What's wrong with them?" By then, the three were vomiting so hard they were nearly bringing up bile.

"They ate spoiled fermented bean drink this morning." This was already an everyday occurrence for Bai Bo...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.