That punch.
Crashing head-on into Ancestor Bojun's claw.
"Boom!"
The two forces collided, and shockwaves spread in all directions.
Ancestor Bojun's body flipped backward through the air for more than thirty yards before he barely steadied himself. A flush briefly rose on his face—he had clearly suffered a small loss. He then drifted slowly to the ground like a wisp of floating willow down, his face livid with rage. "It's you, Gongsun Mang!"
The Zhao Clan's primary territory lay directly opposite the Shanyang Gongsun Clan's lands. He and Gongsun Mang had crossed paths twice before, so they were not strangers.
Having landed a successful blow, Ancestor Mang also came crashing down like a heavy hammer, his feet smashing a crater into the bluestone ground.
He threw back the hood of his gray robe and sneered. "Zhao Bojun, disregarding the rules of a spar and attacking a twelve-year-old child. Once word of this spreads, your reputation will be swept clean away."
"You..." Ancestor Bojun was so enraged that the blood he had been holding back nearly sprayed from his mouth. "Gongsun Mang, don't spit blood at people. I merely acted out of concern to stop that girl from cruelly murdering my great-great-grandson."
Gongsun Mang had only deliberately needled him. Since the matter had not come to pass, there was naturally nothing they could do to a dignified ancestor. But how could he pass up such an opportunity to kick someone when they were down and chip away at the Zhao Clan's prestige? He immediately declared loudly, "Right and wrong will be judged by the public. More than a thousand people witnessed everything today with their own eyes. Naturally, they will spread word of your esteemed clan's actions."
Ancestor Bojun took a deep breath and said gravely, "Let us set aside, for