Just because he was a little faster, did he think he could bully people?
Did he really think he could slap my face like that?
A young man's heart sank. He hurriedly turned to the brother standing beside him and said, "That fat guy challenged me yesterday, saying he was better than me. Today, he wants to find someone else to compare with. You should spar with him first and test his martial arts."
At that, the ten or so young men stopped their moves and turned to look at the young man.
Meanwhile, one of them quietly muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear,
"So he's the young man who beat the guy from the Fire Fist School into a pulp yesterday?"
"The leader meant for us to teach that young man a lesson, didn't he?"
"I suppose so."
Hearing their conversation, Zeng Mo immediately understood. The young man had just been putting on a tough act. The real leader of the Fire Fist School was the one who'd beaten the little kid into a pulp.
"Is the person you're looking for here? Is it him? Is he from the Fire Fist School? Does he have any elders or disciples with him?"
The fat young man, who looked as though he'd just walked out of a bathhouse, came over to Zeng Mo. He looked him up and down, then turned to the young man and said, "Leader, I'd like to spar with him."
When the young man heard that he meant the fat man, his expression turned awkward. After a moment, he fell silent.
"You go on ahead, Fatty." The fat young man pointed at the young man and headed off to the side with the other disciples.
"Fatty got to go first. Lucky him."
"Fatty's always liked picking on people smaller than him. He beat that kid into a pulp, but now he's going to regret it."
"Regret it? He dared challenge our Fire Fist School. He must have some skill, or he wouldn't have beaten that little kid into a pulp. He probably doesn't know his own strength."
"True. I just heard the young master say that young man was faster than the others. Fatty's biggest weakness is his speed. He's going to suffer for it."
"Slow speed, huh? Then I'll just increase mine fivefold." Zeng Mo listened to the conversation around him, then walked over and stood in front of the fat man's disciples. "You're all set? I'm really fast."
"Cut the crap. Come on!" The fat young man gave a ferocious shout and charged straight at Zeng Mo.
"Speed Boost." Zeng Mo silently activated the skill. A surge of energy instantly flooded his body, and he became as quick as a swallow.
He moved his feet slightly. His figure blurred, leaving behind a shadow as he dodged the fat young man's charge.
"Whoa, he's fast!"
The young man stared at Zeng Mo's footwork, his expression instantly turning one of shock.
Too fast!
While he was still in shock, the fat young man charged again, turning around and rushing at Zeng Mo.
But—
Zeng Mo moved with effortless ease. As the fat man ran past, he was already behind him. Zeng Mo lifted a leg and kicked him squarely in the butt.
"Thud—"
With his momentum behind him, the fat man was sent flying. The force of the kick made him crash heavily to the ground.
The impact left him in so much pain that he let out a wail.
[The host has defeated a Second-Stage Fire Fist disciple. Survival Points +50.]
"Huh? Why didn't I get the first-kill bonus? Did it only count because he was a minor character? Or was it because this was the first person from the Fire Fist School I beat?"
Hearing the system's notification, Zeng Mo stood where he was, his mind racing.
The young men around him were all stunned, as was the fat man groaning on the ground.
He was done for.
Zeng Mo's speed had been exactly what he'd expected—maybe even faster than the young master's.
"Is that really the speed a person can reach?"
"Nothing's impossible in martial arts. He's quick, but we're his opponents."
"Yeah. Maybe we'll see the young master get kicked today."
"If the leader comes out, I might even become a martial artist in Jin Hai City."
"Humph. Every martial art has its weaknesses. If his speed is faster than ours, his stamina will run out sooner. I'll spar with him and wear him down. I don't believe he can keep up that speed forever."
"A lying contest? Isn't that a bit risky?"
"No. According to the rules passed down by our ancestors, if someone with a grudge challenges a martial artist, the two sides can fight to settle it. The fight can then proceed according to the usual rules."
"Fine. I'll go first."
A young man from the Fire Fist School walked up to Zeng Mo. "I'll fight you. My name's Li Yao. I don't know what you're called."
"My name's Zeng. Please go easy on me."
"Sure." The young man suddenly shouted and charged at Zeng Mo at high speed.
He was fast, but Zeng Mo was faster. He dodged easily, then, as the young man was still recovering from his failed attack, kicked him hard in the butt. The man was sent flying and landed on the ground in a heap.
[The host has defeated a Third-Stage Fire Fist disciple. Survival Points +100.]
Three stages, one hundred Survival Points!
Hearing the system notification, Zeng Mo's eyes lit up. He wondered if defeating members of the martial arts clans would earn him even more Survival Points.
Perhaps defeating a First-Stage martial artist earned ten Survival Points, a Second-Stage one earned fifty, a Third-Stage one earned one hundred, and a Fourth-Stage one earned a thousand.
"I'm called Wang Er."
Another young man walked over to Zeng Mo, hoping to wear down his strength, but he soon found himself kicked to the ground in the same way.
[The host has defeated a Second-Stage Fire Fist disciple. Survival Points +50.]
"My name's Wang Er."
Another young man stepped out in front of Zeng Mo, but before long...
[The host has defeated a Second-Stage Fire Fist disciple. Survival Points +50.]
"My name's..."
"My name's..."
"My name's..."
[The host has defeated a Third-Stage Fire Fist disciple. Survival Points +100.]
After kicking the last young man down in the same manner, Zeng Mo received another notification that he'd earned a hundred Survival Points.
Zeng Mo felt rather satisfied.
The Fire Fist School had been wiped out.
In an instant, his Survival Points had shot up to 1,300.
Still, with another matter to deal with, he looked at the young man whose expression had darkened and asked, "Leader, I'm not trying to kick you. I just hope I can spar with you and let you see what I can do. I hope you'll give me the chance."
The young man clenched his fists and drew a deep breath. He regarded Zeng Mo as the strongest opponent he'd ever faced, then stepped out of the crowd and stood where he was. He adopted an extremely strange stance and said, "I'm Li Yao, the thirty-third generation of the Fire Fist School. Come on."
"Leader, I'm coming."
Zeng Mo clasped his hands, then blurred into a shadow and charged at Li Yao. Moving as fast as he could, he aimed a kick at the other man's butt.
But just as his leg was about to strike, a large hand caught his ankle as if it had known exactly where he would attack. If Zeng Mo hadn't been fast enough to pull his leg back in time, it would have been caught.
His leg had almost been seized by the young man.
"Good. You really are the leader of the Fire Fist School. Your speed may be as good as mine, but your reactions are slower. You predicted my attack." Zeng Mo retreated quickly and looked at the young man, who had stood his ground without moving an inch.
The leader of the Fire Fist School had almost caught Zeng Mo's leg. He knew he'd found an opening, so he drew back his hand.
"I've found your weakness. Watch this."
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