"Pfft."
The fist sank into the soft belly of the rabbit.
Boss Rabbit tilted its head and looked at Su Ming'an, a hint of confusion in its red eyes as it let Su Ming'an's fist punch a deep pit into its abdomen.
"My dear Number One Player, what are you doing?" it asked.
Su Ming'an didn't speak; he pulled back his fist, twisted his wrist, and pointed the tip of the Amber Knife forward, "pfft," stabbing through Boss Rabbit's belly as if popping a balloon.
Boss Rabbit tilted its head, still acting as if nothing happened.
It extended its fluffy white hand, intending to scratch its head in confusion but instead saw Su Ming'an looking down, a ripple of light flashing briefly on the ground.
"I say, my dear Number One Player, you couldn't possibly be..." it said.
It found this amusing.
A billion humans relied on the Number One Player. Moreover, there was no shortage of people who loved him, swore to treat him well for life, and wanted to make him happier.
