Return of the Immortal Emperor Daddy-Chapter 149 Can’t be a Man Anymore
"Miss, please come with me to Stick Country," said the most lavishly dressed young gentleman from Stick Country. "You are so beautiful. A person as beautiful as you belongs in Stick Country. Trust me, you must have Stick Country ancestry. Otherwise, how could you be so beautiful?"
Qin Yuhan was at a loss for words, having never encountered someone so shameless.
"Please get lost," Wu Tian said, rubbing his nose. "Your words stink."
"That’s right, they stink so bad I’m going to suffocate!" the little one immediately covered his nose, backing Wu Tian up perfectly.
The young gentleman from Stick Country furrowed his brow, his eyes widening. "What do you mean by that? Don’t you know that the people of Stick Country are the cleanest in the world?"
Wu Tian shook his head and sighed. "If everyone from Stick Country is like you, then one day I will annihilate your nation."
Qin Yuhan, Xia Qian, and Xiao Tianzan were all stunned.
"Hahaha, what nonsense!" the gentleman from Stick Country roared with laughter. "You have insulted Stick Country, the noblest nation in the world. I don’t mind granting you death." He simply couldn’t believe they would dare defy him. So what if he killed someone in Dragon Country? What could Dragon Country possibly do to him? After all, he wasn’t just a businessman; he had connections in Stick Country’s Martial Arts World.
As the words left his mouth, the young gentleman from Stick Country made his move, leaping forward to attack Wu Tian with Taekwondo.
"Good! Teach him a harsh lesson for daring to insult our noble people!" one of his companions shouted from the side.
"The people of Stick Country are the proudest beings in the world!"
"All the world’s great Sages come from Stick Country! To insult our nation is to insult the Sages themselves!" others chimed in.
In their hearts, Stick Country stood at the very pinnacle of the world. This man from Dragon Country must die to wash away the disgrace he has brought upon my noble nation. A cold smile played on the gentleman’s lips as his fist hovered right above Wu Tian’s head.
"Be careful!" Qin Yuhan and Xia Qian cried out. They knew Wu Tian could fight, but they couldn’t help but exclaim in shock, their faces paling with fear.
The little one, however, watched the scene as if it were a play. How could this shameless guy possibly be a match for my Papa?
BANG!
Everyone heard a heavy impact. The young gentleman from Stick Country had suddenly frozen in front of Wu Tian. He had thrown the punch, but Wu Tian was still smiling, showing no sign of pain.
"What’s going on?"
The other men from Stick Country stepped forward to look and saw that their young gentleman’s fist hadn’t struck Wu Tian’s head; it was still some distance away.
"AHHH!" Suddenly, a scream like that of a stuck pig echoed through the restaurant. Its ear-piercing, tragic intensity made everyone imagine the terrible pain its owner must be suffering. What made the faces of the Stick Country men and the other patrons pale was the realization that the scream had come from their own young gentleman. His body trembled violently before he toppled backward.
"Master Jin!" his compatriots cried out in horror.
They looked to see Master Jin already on the ground, his trembling hands clutching his groin. He rolled about frantically, screaming in agony. Only then did everyone notice Wu Tian slowly lowering his knee. It turned out that the knee had just struck the young gentleman’s vital spot.
Looking at the shocked expressions all around him, Wu Tian chuckled. "He brought it on himself."
"That’s right," the little one said with an air of pure innocence. "I saw it perfectly clearly. He rushed forward to hit my Papa, and my Papa didn’t do anything but lift his knee. Then that guy crashed right into it with an excited look on his face. Hmm... a masochist from Stick Country. Now I believe it."
"I believe it, too."
"Such an adorable child wouldn’t lie."
"That people from Stick Country have masochistic tendencies... I can believe that."
"I believe it, too."
The other patrons in the AK47 Restaurant all sided with the little boy.
"Ah... I can’t... It’s shattered! It’s shattered!" Master Jin clutched his crotch and rolled on the floor as a dark stain spread across his pants. He screamed in pain, "Kill him! Kill him! For the dignity of Stick Country, he must die!"
The other men from Stick Country glared at Wu Tian, gnashing their teeth. "You’re too insidious!"
"Yes! How could you do this to one of our noble people?"
"You’re too cruel! You’ve turned our Master Jin into... into a..."
Wu Tian’s face remained calm as he mocked them, "You all believe everything originates from Stick Country, don’t you? I was just curious if masochism was one of those things. Now I know it is. And eunuchs... it seems Stick Country can claim those now, too. Impressive. Truly impressive."
"You..." The men from Stick Country felt like they were about to die from anger, but thinking back, it really did seem like Master Jin had crashed into the knee all by himself. Could Master Jin really be a masochist? What a weirdo. If we had known he was this strange and wanted to get hurt, he should have just asked us! As his fellow countrymen, how could we not have obliged him? How could he let himself be disgraced at the hands of someone from Dragon Country?
"Regardless, you have insulted the noble Stick Country!"
"Right!"
"Today, you must give our country an explanation!"
"Get him!"
With those shouts, several of the men flickered into motion, dashing toward Wu Tian together. They all executed unique Taekwondo styles—the same coordinated attack that had broken Huang Ming’s Shadowless Kick.
A buzz of discussion filled the AK47 Restaurant. "Heavens, they’re ganging up on him again! This is bad."
"Yeah, even the famous Shadowless Kick couldn’t beat them. I wonder how this young man will fend them off."
"Maybe he knows the Mystifying Fist."
"Be careful!" Qin Yuhan said again. She didn’t know the full extent of Wu Tian’s power, but she had seen with her own eyes how these men had worked together to defeat the Shadowless Kick. She wore a deeply worried expression, terrified that something would happen to him.
Wu Tian, however, just chuckled. He grabbed some food from the table—small bread rolls—and tossed them out.
"Ah, my—" The man at the front was hit. He also clutched his groin and instantly crumpled to the ground, rolling about as blood flowed from between his legs. The piercing pain told him he would never be a man again.
The other men from Stick Country immediately halted, their faces horrified. No matter how slow-witted they were, they realized the young man before them was no simple character.
"He seems very powerful."
"Could he be one of the so-called Seven Saints of Dragon Country?"
"Impossible. The Seven Saints of Dragon Country aren’t this young."
"Whoever he is, let’s get out of here!"
The men tried to flee. They no longer cared about their two incapacitated compatriots wailing on the ground; they still wanted to remain men.
Wu Tian shook his head, picked up some small fruits from the table, and flicked them out one by one.
"Ah... I can’t be a man anymore either!"
"Ah!"
"I was wrong... Ah!"
