After all, bragging didn’t cost anything, so they did it with great aplomb. But for Zhou Kui’s optimal state, he could barely manage slightly above 300 cauldrons.
Zhou Kui’s record was frog-jumping 2.5 kilometers with 360 cauldrons.
Seeing Zhou Kui and his follower brag, the bald man raised his eyebrows and laughed, “So, you think 200 cauldrons isn’t enough?”
Hearing the bald man’s words, Zhou Kui nearly planted his head in the ground. He wanted to slap his follower. Why did he have to open his big mouth!?
“If you think it’s not enough, you can wear two pieces.” The bald man pointed to the box and said calmly.
Zhou Kui laughed drily twice. Just as he was about to say some words to admit his defeat, he saw Yi Yun puffing and blowing while picking up a red training suit and putting it on his body…
Zhou Kui nearly choked.
He opened up his mouth and looked disbelieving at Yi Yun.
This kid, is his brain screwed on right?
With the black color’s 200 cauldrons and the red color’s 50 cauldrons, it was a total of 250 cauldrons!
Actually, this was the apparent weight.
Yi Yun had secretly changed the Flowing Mercury Gown’s weight to 50 cauldrons for a total of 300 cauldrons. Yi Yun estimated that this was his limit. If he really couldn’t take it, he could slightly reduce the Flowing Mercury Gown’s weight. When comparing strength, Yi Yun could not beat Zhou Kui in his peak condition.
At this time, Zhou Kui looked like he had eaten a pound of arsenic. He did not know what to say.
This kid, what madness is this…?
After enduring the Wilderness Divine Hall, he’s still taking on 250 cauldrons to frog-jump 5 kilometers?
Zhou Kui was now irrevocably committed.
Many people were looking at him. The Jin Long Wei members, the Xuanwu Army members and the bald man were looking at Zhou Kui with a smile.
Zhou Kui felt this heart was in a stampede of 10,000 near-horned beasts with mud-stained hoofs. They were crushing him till he vomited blood. He gritted his teeth and took out a red training suit from the box.
Black color and red color, a total of 250 cauldrons…
A vein stuck out from Zhou Kui’s head. Is he risking his life to defy me?
He looked at Yi Yun. He had his suspicions that this kid Yi Yun was purposely messing with him. Can he even wear 250 cauldrons of training suits?
If Yi Yun couldn’t, then he didn’t need to follow in Yi Yun’s mad footsteps.
But Yi Yun had already wore the red training suit and was just about to wear the black one…