Ah, screw your mother, Sun Defeng.
For the first time, Huang Yiri realized what it means that your effort will never beat sheer dumb luck.
Sun Defeng, screw your cow of a mother.
Huang Yiri now really wants to curse, desperately wants to curse. He feels that the world is too malicious towards him. Clearly, he is the true genius of Beiliang, proficient in Daoist arts and talismans, with profound attainments in the arts of the Huang Sect.
Why did Sun Defeng make it this far?
Originally, Huang Yiri calculated that after Zhou Li and Tang Wan advanced, Sun Defeng would run into one of these heavyweights. But he obviously forgot that the number of people advancing is odd, so there would inevitably be one person getting a bye.
Then Sun Dog's luck technique kicked in.
Huang Yiri now wants to cry tears of blood to condemn this inappropriate behavior of Sun Defeng, to denounce the fact that Sun Defeng's luck outweighs effort.
