Chapter 157: You Guys Aren't Warrior Saints, Therefore I Can Use the Same Move Twice

"How is this possible? How is this possible?" Every time this thought flashed in the seasoned soldier's mind, he would always shake his head with quite the effort. He wanted to cast this thought out of his brain.

Bang!

Another dark shadow suddenly shot out from the pile of grass that had been pulled apart. The seasoned soldier saw, quite clearly, that the black shadow was actually a ball of mud. He promptly dodged to the side, and when the ball of mud streaked over his head, it suddenly exploded, happening completely out of nowhere. Countless specks of mud-splattered onto the face of the soldier.

"Motherfucker…"

The seasoned soldier extended a hand to wipe the mud off his face. He looked at the parted pile of grass and saw that below was a block of wood. There was a fine script carved in this block. You've been duped again. 

Carved next to the fine script was another carving. It was a design of a baby smacking his bare butt.