"You trash! I can't believe you still have the nerve to be alive at your age!"
"Exactly! I really don't know how you can be so thick-skinned."
Shameless trash.
The group clamored in agreement.
On a high mound, a youth stood looking down at a young man whose face and clothes were covered in mud and grime, his hair disheveled. Surrounding the youth were four other teenagers, all with mocking and contemptuous expressions, clamoring and cursing at the young man.
The leading youth, his face still bearing a hint of innocence, wore a smug, self-satisfied expression. He was, after all, the genius of his generation, having reached the peak Spirit Master realm at only thirteen years old.
His companions surrounded him, flattering him like stars orbiting the moon.
"Du Er Han, don't go too far with your bullying! I haven't provoked any of you!"
"You haven't provoked me, but you appeared before me, and that's your fault. Blame yourself for being a piece of trash, still stuck at the low-level Spirit Apprentice realm even at seventeen years old!"
"Du Er Han, you and your father are both ungrateful wretches! Don't you remember how my father looked after you two when he was alive?"
"Looked after? You think my father and I needed your father to look after us? If your useless father hadn't been the eldest son, Du Er Ke, do you think he would have gotten the position of Young Clan Head? Do you think my father would have had to take orders from your father? Both you and your father are useless burdens, just wasting food."
Your father was useless, and you're even more useless, you piece of trash.
"Du Er Han, what did you call my father?" Du Er Ke roared, his eyes wide and his fists clenched tight!
"Call him? Hahaha! I called your father useless trash, a beast! What do you want to do, you useless piece of trash? Hit me? Hahaha!" Du Er Han laughed loudly, his mouth twisted in a sneer.
"Hahaha."
A piece of trash who doesn't know his place.
Seeing this, the surrounding youths also joined in, laughing loudly.
Thud.
*Spurt*...
Ahhh!
At that moment, a sudden thud broke through the mocking laughter of the youths! Immediately after, everyone saw the genius youth, Du Er Han, suddenly spurt out a mouthful of fresh blood, making his tender young face look truly ridiculous.
Ahhh!
"Impossible? No way! He's only a low-level Spirit Apprentice, yet he hit Young Master Du Er Han, who's a peak Spirit Master! How could he do that?"
At this moment, the entire scene fell silent! A moment later, Du Er Han finally snapped out of his daze!
"Ahhh!"
"You trash, you beast!"
"You dare hit me."
Du Er Han roared, his eyes bulging as if he'd gone mad! He couldn't believe it; he, a dignified peak Spirit Master, had actually been hit by that useless piece of trash, that beast, and right in the face too!
His face was now covered in blood, making him look ferociously menacing, a sight unfitting for his age.
"So what if I hit you? You dared to insult my father, hitting you isn't nearly enough."
"Good, good, good."
"You beast, you trash! You're a beast, you're trash, and your father is a beast, he's trash! Both you and your father are beasts, both of you are trash!"
*Smack*.
This time, Du Er Han was prepared. The moment he saw Du Er Ke charging forward madly, he activated his spiritual energy and unleashed a palm strike to counter Du Er Ke's fist.
Thud.
*Crack, crack*.
At that moment, an earth-colored figure flew out, crashing into the mound behind the manor.
*Spurt*.
Du Er Ke spat out a mouthful of blood. His hand already showed signs of paralysis; that cracking sound just now was probably the sound of his arm bone fracturing.
But despite this, he completely ignored the pain; his eyes were now filled with madness and hatred.
He began to stand up again, channeling a pitifully weak amount of spiritual energy into his remaining left arm, and charged straight towards Độc Nhĩ Hàm.
"You beast, you trash, you're courting death!"
"Today I will beat you into a cripple."
Though speaking, the youth didn't cease his attack. He still channeled spiritual energy and unleashed a palm strike with fifty percent of his power.
Thud, crack-crack.
The earth-colored figure flew back out again, hitting the mound of earth. His remaining arm must have also been shattered.
"What now, you useless trash? You're even trying to use your weak, useless spiritual energy. Who do you think you are, huh? Ha ha ha… Today I'll show you what a genius is."
Saying this, he stepped forward and stomped his foot on the figure, who was trying to curl up and stand despite the excruciating pain.
Thump.
Độc Nhĩ Hàm stepped forward and delivered a powerful kick, sending the youth collapsing flat on the ground again.
"Ha ha ha."
"You mongrel, how about it? How does it feel to be trash?"
Độc Nhĩ Kha struggled to twist his body and roll over, making the youth's foot slide to the side. Only then did he slowly stand up.
With eyes red with rage, he roared and kicked towards the youth.
Thump, crack-crack.
The youth kicked out. This kick was not light at all; he had used eighty percent of his power, probably because he knew leg bones were always harder than arm bones.
He deliberately intended to cripple the young man's right leg.
But just as the young man's figure lunged forward, he was suddenly yanked back because the youth had grabbed the young man's crippled right arm and pulled him back.
Roar.
The young man roared a mournful cry, his eyes filled with hatred, glaring fixedly at the youth, Độc Nhĩ Hàm.
"Young Master Hàm, stomp him to pieces, cripple him, ha ha ha!"
The surrounding youths chimed in. They watched the young man being beaten into a cripple without any sympathy at all, only showing schadenfreude.
At this moment, Độc Nhĩ Kha was hunched over, obviously having lost his balance due to his broken right arm.
He lifted his head, then headbutted the youth's chest.
Ugh.
The youth obviously never expected Độc Nhĩ Kha to have such a move and was caught off guard by another attack.
He grunted, his face contorted. It was clear he had been hit in his flabby stomach. But then his expression immediately calmed down, obviously having channeled his inner energy to suppress the pain.
Crack.
Crack-crack.
"You mongrel! How dare you hit this young master! I'll kick you to death!"
The youth, Độc Nhĩ Hàm, roared furiously, then raised his leg and stomped down on the young man.
Thud, thud, thud.
"Độc Nhĩ Hàm! If I don't die today, then later I will make you pay a hundred thousand times over!"
The young man, Độc Nhĩ Kha, could no longer stand up at this point. He struggled to stretch his body up, like a roly-poly toy bending to lift its heavy frame, and opened his mouth to bite into Độc Nhĩ Hàm's thigh. Immediately, a stream of fresh blood gushed from his mouth – not his own blood, but Độc Nhĩ Hàm's.
"Ah! Ah!"
Độc Nhĩ Hàm painfully jumped back, trying to escape Độc Nhĩ Kha's mouth, but unexpectedly dragged Độc Nhĩ Kha along. This made him feel even more pain. He immediately buckled his leg, then thrust it straight into the young man's head.
Thud.
Fresh blood soaked the young man's messy hair, making it even more matted. Unfortunately, his hair was already so caked with dirt that it made him look utterly ravaged, ferocious, and terrifying.
But right then, the young man crawled back. He inched closer and closer to Độc Nhĩ Hàm, then curled his body up again, aiming for the youth's thigh, and bit down.
Thud.
With another kick, Độc Nhĩ Hàm slammed his foot into the young man’s chest, but heard no crack. Độc Nhĩ Hàm was surprised; he couldn't believe that even using ninety percent of his power, he couldn't shatter the young man's ribs.
“So stubborn. I don’t believe you’re an unkillable cockroach.”
Saying this, Độc Nhĩ Hàm delivered another kick to the young man’s chest, but this time, he was still disappointed; there was still no cracking sound.
Seeing this, Độc Nhĩ Hàm frowned slightly and then delivered two consecutive kicks to the young man’s chest.
Ugh, ugh!
Độc Nhĩ Kha writhed in pain.
He again charged forward, eyes bloodshot with madness, wanting to headbutt the young man. But this time, he was met with a kick from Độc Nhĩ Hàm, delivered with full power, straight to his chest.
Độc Nhĩ Kha’s body flew backward again.
He hunched over, suppressing the pain that was racking his insides.
Growl.
Độc Nhĩ Kha roared furiously, again hunched over and shuffled towards the young man, his face twisted into a ferocious grimace. He strained forward and opened his mouth to bite the young man’s thigh.
Thud.
Crack!
This time, Độc Nhĩ Hàm didn’t kick Độc Nhĩ Kha’s chest, but instead kicked his remaining uninjured left calf. It was clear he intended to cripple all of Độc Nhĩ Kha’s limbs.
…
The young man, Độc Nhĩ Kha, was now utterly broken, but deep in his eyes was boundless, undying hatred.
He glared with bloodshot eyes at his enemy, Độc Nhĩ Hàm.
Độc Nhĩ Hàm saw the young man’s gaze, sharp and cold like a wild wolf’s, which made a feeling of fear rise in his heart, making him unable to look directly, so he turned his head away. At this moment, he felt uneasy. He felt that if this person didn't die, he would pose a great threat to him in the future. If this person didn't die, he would become his heart demon.
“I must kill him. Otherwise, my cultivation realm will surely not advance in the future. I cannot raise a tiger only to be harmed by it later.”
Thinking this, a cruel killing intent flashed in his eyes.
He approached Độc Nhĩ Kha, then channeled his energy and stomped kick after kick onto Độc Nhĩ Kha’s chest. But clearly, Độc Nhĩ Kha did not show weakness. Although he was writhing in unspeakable pain, he still frantically bit and headbutted, but all that met him was Độc Nhĩ Hàm’s powerful kicks.
Thump, thump, thump…
Fresh blood gushed from Độc Nhĩ Kha’s mouth, nose, and ears, making him look miserable. But deep in his heart was an obstinate desire for revenge. He still unconsciously headbutted his opponent. Even so, his eyes had grown dull.
His breathing grew weaker.
Seeing this, Độc Nhĩ Hàm leaned in close to his ear, his face ferocious, and whispered to him.
“Before I send you on your way, I’ll tell you that your father died because Vô Ảnh Độc poisoned him to death.”
“You… it was your father and you.”
“Trash, you’re actually quite smart. But if there’s anyone to blame, blame your father for being incompetent.”
“Now that you know, you can go!” Having said this, Độc Nhĩ Hàm channeled his energy, transforming his palm into a blade, and brought it down towards the young man’s ferocious face, his bloodshot eyes filled with heaven-defying hatred.
“Am I going to die?” Độc Nhĩ Kha thought to himself, but his resolute face still glared, as if wanting to engrave the image of his enemy deep into his mind, so that even in the underworld, he would become a ghost to seek revenge.
Just as the palm-blade was about to strike, suddenly, a palm-wind blocked it.
Thud…
At that very moment, a figure appeared before the crowd. It was a scrawny old man with white hair and beard, his cheeks sunken, dark circles under his eyes, his back slightly hunched, clearly on the verge of death.
The old man now raised his head, looked at Độc Nhĩ Hàm, and said:
“Young Master Ham, why must you be so heartless? No matter what, he is the son of the late Young Clan Head, and also a member of the Du Er Clan.”
At this moment, the young Du Er Ham took a closer look at the old, gaunt figure, whose hands were trembling numbly and who appeared somewhat disheveled.
He was utterly astonished. Wasn’t this the damned old man from the Du Er Clan’s back mountain storeroom?
This old man had no name, and no one knew his origins. All that was known was that the previous Clan Head had rescued him from a near-fatal situation. After surviving, the old man had requested to stay in the clan’s back mountain storeroom to repay the life-saving favor.
“Why is this mysterious old man here now? Why isn’t he in that damned storeroom?”
“Old man.”
“My private affairs are none of your business. Today, I am determined to take the life of this bastard. If you stand in my way, don’t blame me for being cruel.”
“Young Lord Ham, if you can spare him, please do. He is already crippled and can no longer pose any threat to you.”
“Old man, I am determined to take his life today. If you’re smart, step aside.”
“If that is the case, then Young Lord must first defeat this old man.”
The old man said no more, activating his spiritual energy. Suddenly, an oppressive aura descended, pressing down on Du Er Ham and the other youths, making it difficult for them to breathe.
Du Er Ham’s expression changed as he activated his spiritual power to resist the pressure.
“A low-tier Spirit General! I never expected this old man to be a Spirit General. No, his spiritual power is a bit unstable. Perhaps he is injured. His cultivation realm is unstable.”
“Don’t be afraid, everyone! Activate your spiritual power to resist the pressure. Although this old man is a low-tier Spirit General, he is severely injured and his aura is unstable. Everyone, charge together and help me kill this old man!”
With that, he was the first to activate his spiritual power, transforming it into layers of palm shadows, and charged towards the old man. Seeing this, the four remaining youths also activated their spiritual power, forming palms, fists, and claw attacks, launching them at the old man.
“Mountain-Splitting Palm!”
“Mountain-Shattering Fist!”
“Shadow Demon Claw!”
Against the five youths’ combined assault, the old man merely sneered. His two hands blurred, transforming into countless palm shadows that countered the five’s attacks.
Thud, thud, thud, thud, thud.
Five muffled thuds echoed.
Immediately after, five figures were sent flying outwards.
Pfft, pfft….
All five simultaneously spat out mouthfuls of fresh blood, their faces pale, and fear flashing in their eyes.
“Young Master Ham, may this old man take him away now?”
“Old man, don’t get ahead of yourself too soon. My father, the Young Clan Head, will settle this score with you. Just you wait.”
At the mention of the Young Clan Head, the old man paused slightly, hesitating for a moment before continuing forward. He picked up Du Er Ke, who lay unconscious, and walked away.
Watching the old man’s retreating back, Du Er Ham’s eyes glinted with venomous malice, and he clenched his fists tightly.
“Old man, just you wait. I will definitely find my father to help me get revenge. I will make you wish you were dead! Hahaha.”
He laughed savagely, twisting his innocent face into a grotesque, almost comical expression.
After speaking, he gestured for the others to stand up, and they sped off towards the clan grounds.