Wang Dagua is a low-level person in the world. His favorite thing in his life is to eat melons and watch the excitement.
One day, watching the decisive battle between two great masters, he held a watermelon and chewed it until it was fragrant. The melon seeds that were split by the sword energy were accurately shot into the critical point of Ren Du's second channel.
"Pfft--" He burped like a watermelon, golden light flashed all over his body, and he became a master in a daze.
From then on, the style of Jianghu painting changed dramatically: listening to music in a brothel shattered the oiran's guqin, eating in a restaurant drained the century-old wine cellar.
At the martial arts competition, he held a watermelon knife and yawned: "Who won? I hurried back to cut the melon."
>Sword Master Ye Gucheng challenged him, but was knocked away by him with a "cucumber-slapping" palm move.
"With enough internal strength, I can cut watermelon without any competition!" Wang Dagua looked innocent as he gnawed on the melon.
Everyone looked at the melon peels all over the ground and fell into deep thought: Is this world too outrageous?
