Sect Life

Wang Da Fu turned at the sound, and his heart sank—this was the Wang Family's old rival in Flying Sword City, Wei Mao, third among his brothers!

Wei Mao was only fourteen, yet his build was already as burly as an iron tower, far surpassing that of ordinary grown men.

Relying on the brute strength he had been born with, he ran rampant among the children of Flying Sword City's small families. He was a notorious little tyrant who loved picking fights.

Wang Da Fu knew his temperament well and understood that one did not step on filth in new shoes. Not wishing to get entangled with him, he frowned slightly, changed direction, and intended to quietly avoid him by heading for a secluded corner of the square.

"Pah!"

A glob of phlegm, carrying a contemptuous gust of wind, splattered viciously onto the flagstones not far from Wang Da Fu's feet, leaving behind a glaring wet mark. Wei Mao's grating voice followed, ringing out like a broken gong. "Trash is trash! Even your bones are soft—you only deserve to be a turtle hiding in its shell! You don't even dare look people in the eye? You should change your name to Wang Big Turtle!"

"Smack—!"

A crisp sound, as clear as shattering jade, abruptly exploded above the crowded square without warning!

At that instant, time seemed to freeze.

Wei Mao's massive, heavily muscled body, seven or eight feet tall, seemed to have been struck by some enormous force. Like a kite with its string cut, he was sent flying backward with both feet off the ground!

"Urgh—ah!"

Cries of alarm mixed with pained groans. Wei Mao's burly body traced a miserable arc through the air, flying a full fifteen to eighteen meters before crashing down onto the cold bluestone floor