Enemy Clan

Chapter 3: Enemies?

Wang Ji inevitably overslept the next morning. Of course, he hadn't ended up fighting until dawn.

After entering a total of three times, including the initial attempt, Wang Ji discovered he could no longer get in. "Is there a limit of three entries per day?" Wang Ji speculated.

In the final attempt, he once again barely managed to kill the Steel-Bristle Pig, but subsequently failed to evade the Shadow Cat's slaughter, gaining another 1 point of Essence Source.

"Strength: 550kg." It had increased by another 10kg.

Wang Ji walked toward school full of ambition, thinking as he went, "How can I kill that Shadow Cat?" It was truly difficult!

The Shadow Cat's speed definitely exceeded 35m/s; Wang Ji couldn't react to it at all!

"Bang!"

"Kid, are you walking without eyes?" A mocking voice drifted over. The sound alone was enough to make one's skin crawl, evoking thoughts of malice, punchable faces, and the like. Along with it came a sudden surge of anger from deep within his heart.

Wang Ji's mind stirred, and he understood. So, the beating he had received the day before yesterday, right after transmigrating, was a gift from this guy!

"Liu Biao!" Wang Ji glared.

"Oh, so it's Wang Ji! Have you thought about it? Why don't you help me persuade your sister? Don't worry, as long as you and your sister follow me, there will be no shortage of benefits!" Liu Biao said, squinting his triangular eyes.

This Liu Biao was in his twenties, wearing a loud, checkered shirt, looking every bit the villain. His triangular eyes were filled with malice.

Wang Ji glared: "You'd better give up that thought!" With that, he ignored everything else and headed straight for the school gate.

Liu Biao looked on with a sinister gaze, wanting to stop Wang Ji, but only moved his hand slightly, ultimately failing to block him.

After all, this was the gate of Yi'an No. 3 High School. Although his father was a martial artist, he was not. The majesty of the law still held some deterrent power! Of course, what happened in the shadows was another matter! Liu Biao thought viciously, "Let's go!"

A lackey who looked like a small-time thug said unwillingly, "Are we just letting him go like this?"

"Let him go? Hilarious! There are plenty of ways to deal with him!"

"How about we beat him up again?" the thug lackey shouted, "Last time, we went too easy on him!"

"Heh! Let's go back for now! That girl Wang Yan will be in my hands sooner or later!"

Wang Ji entered the school gate without taking it too much to heart. To be honest, although he had heard that this Liu Biao had connections and his father was supposedly a martial artist, this was China, after all. The law was much better here than in the West. Martial artists couldn't openly ignore the law either. The last time he was beaten, he had been tricked into a deserted alley. As long as he was careful in the future, his safety would be guaranteed.

Besides... hehe! With the copy space as his golden finger, as long as he laid low for half a month, it wasn't certain who would be dealing with whom!

Wang Ji entered the classroom familiarly. Grade 12, Class 1.

It was now March 2056. "The wheels of fate are about to start turning," Wang Ji sighed.

"What?" Fatty Yu said: "Old Wang, when did you become so cryptic?"

Wang Ji chuckled and patted Fatty Yu on the shoulder, "Little one, you don't understand!"

"Get lost!" Fatty Yu swatted Wang Ji's hand away, glared at him irritably, and then skillfully pulled out a racy magazine. The school didn't allow mobile phones, and even if they did, they had to be kept in personal wall lockers at the back of the classroom. Therefore, paper novels and magazines remained evergreen on campus.

Wang Ji also smiled and pulled out a copy of Zhuangzi: Free and Easy Wandering. Fatty Yu was shocked: "Damn! You've really become a sage! Studying this kind of classical literature!"

"Little one, this is the real good stuff! It's even better than the Nine-Layered Thunder Blade by the Thunder God!" Wang Ji laughed.

"Bullshit! Get lost! You charlatan!" Fatty Yu felt his intelligence being rubbed into the dirt. The Nine-Layered Thunder Blade was a supreme secret manual worth 100 billion Chinese Yuan! Even people who weren't martial artists knew that! It was just like how old men on the street might know more about whether Musk had a net worth of 200 billion or 300 billion than Musk himself. Don't believe it? Just listen to them arguing about it on the street with absolute certainty!

Wang Ji laughed and said no more, soon immersing himself in the charm of classical literature. Such classical books were hard to chew through, but if one truly read a page carefully and chewed on it, one could always feel a tangible sense of satisfaction and gain. The wisdom of the ancient sages!

In the blink of an eye, the day passed.

School let out at 16:00 in the afternoon. As soon as Wang Ji stepped out of the classroom, he ran into his sister, Wang Yan.

"Little brother, I heard you ran into Liu Biao this morning?" Wang Yan asked worriedly.

Wang Ji smiled to reassure her: "Sister, don't be afraid! Liu Biao won't dare to do anything! But you should also be careful; don't go into secluded alleys alone. Walk along the main streets when you get off work at night, and don't take shortcuts. Call me when you're almost at the residential complex, and I'll come pick you up!"

"Mm, I know! You shouldn't get into conflicts with Liu Biao either. Just pretend you don't see him. In broad daylight, he won't dare to do anything!" Wang Yan said.

Wang Yan was also a girl who had suffered since childhood and knew how to protect herself early on, so there was no need to worry too much, Wang Ji thought. More importantly, he had confidence in his own future!

Afterward, Wang Ji took the bus to the waste sorting plant as usual. It was another busy night. Regrettably, he didn't encounter any special treasures.

The next night, in his bedroom.

"How can I kill this Shadow Cat?" Wang Ji scratched his hair hard. He had died at the hands of the Shadow Cat again tonight. Fortunately, the 1 point of Essence Source from the Steel-Bristle Pig was always there, but his progress was stuck here.

Wang Ji refused to believe it; Essence Source points, activate!

"Strength: 590kg."

"Enter the copy!"

Entering the copy again, Wang Ji was already able to skillfully predict the beast's roar and cover his ears in time. Then, while the young martial artist outside was in the heat of battle with the Steel-Bristle Pig, he inspected the house.

"Eh! A basement?"

Under the stairs, there was an inconspicuous little door. The quality was quite good, and it had actually survived. However, it was covered in dust, and one wouldn't really notice it if they weren't paying attention. Wang Ji exerted some force, and the rusted lock immediately snapped. Wang Ji endured the dust and the musty smell as he squeezed inside. The passage was very narrow, and after a turn, it led to a basement of twenty or thirty square meters. The basement was in a semi-collapsed state, but it was still standing.

"This is a good place! Maybe I can make use of it. At the very least, I can hide here!" Wang Ji thought, then quickly headed back up. After all, the young martial artist and the Steel-Bristle Pig were about to decide the winner. Having experienced the scene seven times, Wang Ji now timed it perfectly.

Wang Ji quickly threw some debris into the basement passage and headed straight outside. Walking to the window, he didn't even need to look out before rushing out and drawing his blade! Stab!

"Shhh!" The martial artist's combat blade accurately pierced the original wound again. Wang Ji took the opportunity to twist the blade fiercely, then retreated without lingering to fight.

The Steel-Bristle Pig struggled violently, launching a desperate counterattack, but every strike hit empty air. With its internal organs churned into a mess, the Steel-Bristle Pig breathed its last even faster than expected.

Wang Ji turned and bolted straight toward the basement; the Shadow Cat was coming! Even moving this quickly, the window of opportunity left was less than 20 seconds!

At the corner of the basement, Wang Ji gasped for air violently. Then, he slowly calmed his breathing.

One minute later.

"Snap!" That was the debris Wang Ji had deliberately left in the basement passage! The Shadow Cat had arrived!