Chapter 270 (2/2)

You should always work towards a higher place, constantly challenging yourself with other experts instead of looking down to bully the weaker ones. This would only cause your skills to worsen, and slowly you’d just be trash.

Most importantly, you have to always work to be better than your past self.

Your biggest competition is yourself!

Once the commander was thrown in the air, he fell dully on the ground. He sputtered, spitting a few mouthfuls of blood. He’d coincidentally landed in front of the skinny man.

Skinny Dark Man took the opportunity to hurl a rock at him. Of course, he could only pick up a piece of rock as big as his fist- he wouldn’t be able to throw anything bigger.

Thud. The rock hit the commander’s chest, then bounced onto the ground. The commander’s injury worsened a little- not a lot, though it hurt.

“Ah….” The commander shrieked but still couldn’t stand.

If he were a resilient martial artist, he’d still be able to stand if his injuries were more severe than this. However, after indulging in many years of luxury, he only felt like he was about to die. He couldn’t get himself up.

Material luxuries decayed his mind and body.

“Hit him!”

Although Skinny Dark Man’s stone was small, this reminded everyone of something. They could also beat this man up like what they did to the grain officer. Uh, more like hurling stuff at him until he died.

The refugees who were watching vigilantly, the same ones who wanted to protect Ye Lang, proved their loyalty through action. They had to eliminate all threats to Ye Lang! The crowd picked stones up from the ground, even random objects nearby, to throw at the commander. Some even threw the things they’d bought.

Crack! Thud! The sky suddenly filled with flying objects…

“Ah…Ah…”

The commander shrieked again. He wanted to draw some douqi to block them, but it was useless. There were too many of them, and often hit his wounds. He couldn’t summon his breath with the pain.

“Throw!!”

“Oh fuck, who’s THAT violent? Someone threw a piece of metal!”

“Woah, a knife…”

There were all kinds of traders present so they had all types of weapons to choose from. They were all hurled at the commander, and soon even the townsmen joined it. It was a grand affair.

“Hey hey, I want to throw something too…” The town’s Duke standing in the crowd threw an object.

“How could all of you be so cruel? He’s hurt already, are you really going to hit him to death?” said Ye Lang at this moment, standing up for the commander. Unfortunately, the commander was now a bloody mess, already unconscious.

If he’d heard Ye Lang, he’d definitely be very grateful- but at the same time ask why he didn’t speak up a little earlier!

And Ye Lang would say, I was eating, I didn’t have time…

“Sir, he’s a bad man, and he’s related to that grain officer. He should die.”

The refugees explained to Ye Lang, a little exasperated. This was the person who just tried to kill you…

Thank god nothing happened to you. You’re lucky to have such an amazing bodyguard.

What was up with his bodyguard though? You wouldn’t be able to tell she was such a good fighter, she looked like a typical rich girl. No one would’ve guessed she could send a martial expert flying with one punch.

That was a surprise indeed...