When the master saw his opponent, Zhao Rong, suddenly grab one of his disciples and punch the boy in the stomach, he roared with laughter. "You little rascal! You can't beat me, so you take it out on my disciple? That's hilarious…"
As the master's disciple felt Zhao Rong's fist sink into his belly, he started to cry. "My mom just called and told me to come home for dinner," he wailed. "But you just punched me in the stomach! How am I supposed to go home and eat now…?"
Before the disciple could even finish his sentence, the master suddenly flew through the air and landed directly in a nearby pile of garbage. After seeing his master go flying, the disciple looked down at his own body, patted his stomach, and then stared at Zhao Rong in amazement. "Brother, how come your punch to my stomach didn't hurt at all? I don't feel a thing…"
Zhao Rong pushed the disciple away and whispered, "That's because I didn't hit *you*…"
