SMAAAACK! SMAAAACK! SMAAAACK!
“TWO! THREE! FOUR! FIVE!”
Across the three-mile parapet of the Three-River Megadam, the rhythmic, thunderous CRACK of thirty-two-year-old Gu Changsheng’s [Rank 7 Late Seven-Wolves Disciplinary Belt] echoed like a festival drumbeat over the fifty live 4K broadcast cameras!
Down in the Three-River Agricultural Basin—where fifty million farming families had spent the evening terrified that their homes, fields, and children were about to be swept away. Across every city and military garrison on World #10, two billion citizens stood in front of their projection screens cheering, clapping. Banging stainless-steel soup ladles against their cooking pots in time with every single belt-strike!
“Smack him again, Immortal Master Gu! Put some extra wrist into Number Six for the farmers of River-Bend Town!”
“Hahaha! Listen to the Supreme Dragon King squealing for his mommy on live television! Five minutes ago he was blowing cigar smoke in General Su’s face and calling fifty million taxpayers ants on his chessboard. Now he’s kicking his legs over a real father’s knee like a spoiled brat who stole cookies!”
Down at the entrance of the Shaved-Ice Water Park, sixty-year-old General Su Dingfang. Moreover, His fifty liberated garrison officers stood in a neat row holding paper cups of mango shaved ice, counting every single strike aloud at the top of their lungs like military drill sergeants:
