Inside the inn, the oil lamp flickered.
Both Meat Venerable simultaneously exerted force in a slap, and two table legs came surging toward them like lightning, with a force that was both immense and heavy.
The Murong brothers were seated there, bodies weaving low, legs kicking out with great strength.
Their kicks were both fast and accurate, only to hear two loud snaps as their shoe soles burst open a trail of dust, and the table legs were kicked back.
"Good leg strength!"
The two Meat Venerable didn't even try to dodge but stood up straight, as the table legs immediately smashed into their belly fat, sinking in like into a quagmire.
No, as their bellies undulated, the air around them twisted and deformed.
Whoosh whoosh twice!
The two table legs burst out from their bellies, the momentum even fiercer and more violent than before.
The air resonated with a burst sound, bringing up two trails of ash-white currents.
