Bullying the Weak with Strength

Qin Jishi looked up. A round-faced youth was glaring at him viciously, his voice so loud that it drew everyone's attention.

"Are you talking to me?" Qin Jishi's displeasure was apparent.

"Are you deaf? If I'm not talking to you, am I talking to livestock?"

The round-faced youth paid no heed to the crowd's gazes, nor did he restrain his vile behavior. He acted as though this were perfectly ordinary; one look was enough to tell he was an old hand at this.

That tone displeased Qin Jishi greatly. He had seen arrogant people before, but never one this arrogant.

Damn it!

Before Qin Jishi could lose his temper, the round-faced youth slapped his hand, and the ten copper coins fell to the ground with a clatter.

"Gone mute? Didn't you hear me? Get lost."

"Pick them up!" Qin Jishi said coldly. "I'll give you three breaths."

"So you're not mute after all?" The round-faced youth sneered. "If this were Wuji City, I'd have thrown your corpse into the wilderness long ago for talking to me like that."

A threat!

A naked, undisguised threat.

Anyone could see that the round-faced youth was not someone to provoke.

The dark-skinned man tugged at Qin Jishi's sleeve. "Little brother, I think you should just let it go."

If this had happened before, Qin Jishi certainly would have let it go.

But now?

Words spoken were like water poured out; a spit was a nail. If he simply let it go, would that not make him a man who broke his word?

"Don't worry. Nothing will happen." Qin Jishi smiled at the dark-skinned man.

When he turned back toward the round-faced youth, his expression became icy cold.

"You have two breaths left."

"I think you're courting death." The round-faced youth was a Breath Regulation Realm martial artist. He could naturally sense that Qin Jishi had no mystic energy on him. A mere mortal dared speak to him this way—truly ignorant of life and death.

"You have one breath left!"

"Kid, I see you won't shed tears until you see the coffin." Qin Jishi's attitude thoroughly ignited the round-faced youth's fury. Just as he clenched his fist, ready to teach Qin Jishi a proper lesson—

"A'san, what's going on? You can't even handle such a trivial matter?"

A voice rang out from behind. A broad-shouldered, thick-waisted young man in fine silk brocade, with a somewhat fierce face, strode toward them.

Two attendants followed behind him, each carrying a mountain-splitting axe. Their sharp gazes swept across the area, making everyone lower their heads and avoid them.

"Young Master!" At the sound of his voice, the round-faced youth's vicious expression instantly turned fawning. He rushed over in a few quick strides, looking thoroughly ingratiating.

Naturally, while fawning, he did not forget to point at Qin Jishi and embellish the story with oil and vinegar.

It was obvious that as the round-faced youth continued speaking, the fierce young man's expression grew increasingly ugly as he looked at Qin Jishi.

"Hmph. You dare refuse to give Wang Meng face? What an ignorant brat."

"Come with me. Let's take a look."

As he spoke, the fierce young man headed straight for Qin Jishi.

Seeing that they had come with ill intent, the dark-skinned man could not help but warn him.

"Little brother, they don't look like good people. They must be disciples of some great lineage from a town or city. Run while they haven't reached you yet."

In the dark-skinned man's eyes, martial artists stood high above all others. What ability did ordinary mortals like them have to fight such people?

"Yes, little brother, hurry and leave."

"Go quickly. Look at how fierce they are. There's no good in offending them."

"..."

Many people began urging Qin Jishi to leave.

"Thank you." Qin Jishi smiled faintly. "Don't worry, nothing will happen."

As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp shout followed. "Trying to leave? Do you think you can?"

Wang Meng and the others arrived, each staring at Qin Jishi with unfriendly expressions.

"Young Master, it was him... Not only did he refuse to give us face, he even insulted us. He said that the Wang Family of Wuji City was utterly worthless before him."

Qin Jishi: "..."

No wonder the round-faced youth had been so arrogant. So he was from the Wang Family of Wuji City.

If it had been anyone else, the round-faced youth truly would have had the capital to act so wildly. Wuji City was considered a mid-tier city even across the Azure Wave Continent, and the Wang Family nearly monopolized Wuji City's weapon trade. Their position was deeply rooted.

Unfortunately, the round-faced youth had picked the wrong person.

The current Wang Family Clan Leader, Wang Mang, was at the World-Saving Pavilion. He had declared that he would give half of the Wang Family's businesses to Qin Jishi, all so his son Wang Meng could enter the World-Saving Pavilion to do odd jobs.

Since the round-faced youth addressed that fierce young man as Young Master, he must be Wang Meng.

Qin Jishi ignored the round-faced youth and looked over. "You are Wang Meng?"

The fierce young man froze for a moment, then said proudly, "You know me?"

"I've heard a little, heard a little."

"Since you know me, hurry up and move aside for me."

In Wang Meng's view, since the other party knew who he was, this would be easy.

Not to mention his identity as a Black and White Academy disciple, even the title of Young Clan Leader of the Wang Family was not something the other party could afford to provoke—especially not a mere mortal.

"Moving aside is fine." Qin Jishi chuckled. "But make him pick up the copper coins on the ground first."

That made Wang Meng somewhat displeased. A mere mortal actually dared bargain with him?

"Kid, my sparing you some face does not mean you can push your luck."

"Move aside!"

His words sounded like an ultimatum, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

The dark-skinned man looked terrified. "Little brother, if nothing else, let's just lower our heads."

"There's no need to worry." Qin Jishi gave him a smile, then turned his head.

"Young Master Wang, it seems you intend to bully the weak with strength?"

"Kid!" The round-faced youth could endure no longer. "I've disliked you from the start. A mere mortal dares speak to us like this? You're a thing that doesn't know whether it lives or dies."

As he spoke, the round-faced youth deliberately cast a glance at Wang Meng.

Sensing the questioning look in his eyes, Wang Meng gave an imperceptible nod.

Having received Wang Meng's approval, the round-faced youth immediately gained confidence.

He stopped wasting words. Narrowing his eyes, a cold glint flashed within them as he slowly closed in on Qin Jishi.

"Kid, you're the one who doesn't know whether to live or die. You can't blame me for this."

"Pick up the copper coins on the ground, and I'll pretend nothing happened. Otherwise..."

Qin Jishi narrowed his eyes, and a cold glint flashed through them.

"Still talking tough!" The round-faced youth had already clenched his fist. "Soon, I'll see whether your bones are as hard as your mouth."

"Ha!"

The round-faced youth threw a punch, and an explosive crack rang through the air.

Though this punch was not the round-faced youth's strongest attack, he had still used half his strength. It should have been more than enough to send Qin Jishi to his death with hatred unresolved.

Honestly, if Wang Meng had not given the order, the round-faced youth would not have dared make such a scene here. After all, this was Imperial Capital City, where the laws were strict.

Wang Meng was different. He was a disciple of the Black and White Academy—who would dare provoke him lightly?

Seeing this scene, the surrounding mortals all shook their heads in pity.

Such was the lowliness of mortals. Before martial artists, they had no ability whatsoever to resist.

Just when everyone believed Qin Jishi was unquestionably doomed.

Bang!

A dull sound rang out. Immediately afterward, a figure traced a graceful arc through the air before crashing heavily to the ground a thousand meters away.

Uh!

This sight struck the crowd deeply, leaving them unable to believe their own eyes.