There was hardly any sense of achievement in beating up a thirteen-year-old.
He did not even intend to use any techniques. That would have been too unfair.
Under the worried gazes of his supporters, a faint golden glow rose from Zhang Xiao's skin. Before Montague could react, he lunged forward.
His fist slammed into Montague's eye socket.
Montague cried out in pain, dropped his sword, and staggered backward with a hand over his eye. Zhang Xiao punched him in the other eye socket.
For good measure, he landed another punch on his nose.
Two streams of blood trickled from his nostrils.
K.O.!
When he lowered his hands, all the young wizards puffed out their cheeks, unable to stop themselves from snickering.
Suddenly, Davis shrieked. His eyes went wide as he pointed at Zhang Xiao, trembling:
"Zhang, you're... you're Chinese!!!"
Zhang Xiao picked up his school robes, put them back on, and dusted them off.
"Yes. Didn't I mention that?"
Davis muttered excitedly to himself:
"No wonder, no wonder! If that poor sod had known, he'd never have dared challenge you to a duel of honor!"
The young wizards' curiosity was instantly piqued, and they all pressed Davis for answers.
"Come on, tell us!"
"Are you saying we can't challenge Zhang to a duel of honor because he's Chinese?"
"Davis, stop keeping us in suspense!"
Davis had never enjoyed this sort of attention before. He cleared his throat, puffed out his scrawny chest, and said with an air of mystery:
"This is a secret only wizards who've lived in Muggle society know."
Several Muggle-born students suddenly nodded in realization.
"That's right! I should have thought of that ages ago!"
The young wizards grew even more curious, clamoring for Davis to get on with it.
Zhang Xiao discreetly pricked up his ears,