Chapter 9 - Initial Display of Power (2/2)

Little Monkey’s skinny figure could be seen and his clothes were torn long ago, revealing plenty of bruises. He could only cuddle into a ball, bereft of energy to even wail, and blood spewed from his mouth, landing at quite a distance.

“Beat him to death! Your father I do not believe that I cannot take care of this stupid monkey! Don’t think that you have that stinky fatty as a outer court disciple I am afraid of him. In my eyes, he is nothing but a pig! A dead pig!” A fierce looking guy was incessantly shouting.

This man was called Gan Xing, who was the boss of this area. Relying on the fact that his cousin was an outer court disciple with a bit more of a future, he resorts to all sort of malicious acts here. n.o.body ever dares to do anything to him. Even those old b.a.s.t.a.r.d elders do not dare to easily offend him, because n.o.body could predict when his cousin would enter the inner court. Once a person becomes an inner court disciple, taking care of an outer court elder would be child’s play. You have to know, in the sect, even a dog inside the inner court is considered more valuable than an outer court disciple!

Over time, this fostered Gan Xing’s arrogance. In the past he bullied Little Fatty and Little Monkey. Now, even when Song Zhong became an outer court disciple, he was not the least bit afraid and continued to bully Little Monkey, as though he does not place Song Zhong in his sights.

From Gan Xing’s perspective, even if Little Fatty became an outer court disciple, his status was still far from that of his cousin’s. So, even if he bullied Little Monkey, he thought Little Fatty would not dare to stand up for him, resulting in his arrogance.

Unfortunately, Gan Xing made a big mistake. Just as he finished speaking, he felt a wave of killing intent coming from behind him. He was also a pract.i.tioner, although he had not entered into the XianTian stage, but he was still a big figure in the HouTian stage. Knowing that someone was ambus.h.i.+ng him from behind, he immediately wanted to dodge to the side.

However he was an instant too late. He felt his back being slapped by something very heavy, and directly face-planted the ground. His whole face slammed on the floor, at that instant, that sharp nose of his was flattened. Blood spewed out like a fountain, and he was blinded; his eyes were filled with stars and his brain felt woozy, as though he did not know where he was.

The people who beating Little Monkey up heard the noise and turned to look. ‘Eh? Why is boss lying flat on the floor?’ Before they could comprehend anything, they saw a black shadow streak by each of them, followed by a solid bench rus.h.i.+ng towards them.

“d.a.m.n it, it’s Song Zhong, quick, run~!” one of them shouted and tried to escape.

A pity, it was all too late. The angered Little Fatty was like an enraged black bear. As though his fat body was filled with energy, the spectators only saw a black streak followed by a strong wind blow, after which, ‘Pa! Pa! Pa! Pa!’ four loud sounds were heard, punctuated by miserable screams in between. In only a blink of an eye, the whole battle was over. This could be called efficient.

5 big men, under Song Zhong’s ambush, without even a glimpse of his face, they were all beaten down by a bench which he casually picked up.

The benches in the canteen could each sit up to 4 people, thus they were really st.u.r.dy. They were all made of solid hardwood, and weighed dozens of catties. Together with Song Zhong’s body which was tempered by the XianTian stage, even an elephant would be beaten down by that strength. Even though all these people had all cultivated before, they could not withstand this bench. They were all directly beaten down to the ground, the bones in their back akin to being broken. The pain made them roll on the ground continuously, moaning without end.

The bench, which was an inch thick, was broken into pieces. One could tell how much strength he exerted.

Seeing such a horrifying scene, the spectators in the surroundings were all scared. They all hurriedly moved to a far away place, afraid they may be pulled into the mess as well.

After beating them down, Song Zhong hurriedly checked Little Monkey’s injuries. Upon seeing his injuries, Little Fatty was enraged to the point his eyeb.a.l.l.s turned red. Little Monkey had already fainted, his chest indented, wrist twisted, he was obviously beaten to the point of multiple bone fractures. If he came one step late, Little Monkey would have died here without question!

“Song Zhong you stupid fatty, dare to hit me?” This time, Gan Xing who was beaten down by Song Zhong finally slowly came to his senses. He withstood the intense pain in his back, face filled with blood, shouting, “Just you wait, I’ll get my brother to take care of you!” After saying this, he prepared to climb up and walk outside.

When Little Fatty who was quietly simmering heard this, his anger rose anew in his heart. He thought, ‘Since the grudge has already been formed, it doesn’t matter if I go to the extreme. Rather than let this brat bully others in the future, I should cripple him directly!’

Thinking about this, Little Fatty roared, and like a gust of wind, rushed over. The bench in his hand, spun like a windmill, facing Gan Xing, who was suddenly overwhelmed with a wave of fear.

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