Chapter 3 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Du Ming was in a panic. He massaged his painful ribs—where he had been punched by Xu Yang.

“Brother Song, that rascal was… kind of weird. How dare he resist today!” Du Ming rushed to Lu Song’s side as he reported back to Lu Song, but tumbled and fell halfway. This made Lu Song frown in response.

“Resist?” Lu Song harrumphed. “You could just beat him up and drag him back here. Why are you making such a big fuss?”

Du Ming was stammering. His face was red and he was at a loss for words. First, he felt that something was off, and second, he was so ashamed that he was beaten by that numbskull.

“What’s wrong with you? Why are you frozen there?” Liu Zishan laughed at him. “You couldn’t beat that trash?”

At first, Liu Zishan could not believe that Du Ming who was an Intermediate Mystical Learner was no match for Xu Yang, an Early-tier Mystical Learner. Not only that, Xu Yang’s trashy image of being willing to be humiliated along the way here had been imprinted in their minds.

Seeing Du Ming who was in despair, Lu Song’s frown deepened.

“If that is the case, you sure are doing well.” Lu Song said coldly. “You were beaten up by trash like him, doesn’t that make you worse than trash?”

Du Ming exclaimed, “No. Brother Song, I…”

Lu Song rose from where he sat and gave him a tight slap. Slap! Du Ming was smacked senseless by the slap, as he staggered and stumbled backward before falling to the ground.

Lu Song’s slap was so heavy that his fury was evident.

“The boy has got to come back sooner or later. By that time, I really need to teach him a lesson!” Lu Song clenched his fist and said with a grim face.

“Be careful, don’t kill him.” The only middle-aged man in this group who was merely watching on the sidelines said lightly.

“Be rest assured, Instructor Song. I know what to do.” Lu Song answered with a smirk.

The middle-aged man sighed. It seemed like the young master known as the numbskull Xu Yang was in deep trouble. However, as a guide to the Ascetic Road, he did not care about the disputes between these Mystical Learners. All he needed to ensure was that the survival of these teenagers was at an above average rate.

The sky darkened gradually. The slightly cool autumn breeze blew gently, giving life to the dead leaves that danced along with the wind.

“It’s been half an hour, and the boy hasn’t returned yet?” Lu Song was getting impatient. “Is he afraid of coming back?”

“It is good if he dares not to come back,” Liu Zishan said coldly. “There are plenty of ferocious beasts at the Python Mountains at night. He is outside the valley without fire and shelter. He must be in danger.”

“Calm down and drink some water, Brother Song.” Du Ming said, sporting a now swollen face as he handed over the water bottle to Lu Song. “It will surely be better for him to get eaten by beasts. If he dares to appear in front of me…”

Lu Song refused to take the water bottle but instead his stare was fixated outside the valley. That was when a boy who looked thin but stood tall walked toward the valley.

“What will you do if I appear in front of you?” As soon as Xu Yang stopped speaking, he came in slowly from the valley entrance.

His shoulder-length black hair was disheveled as the wind was blowing against him, his hair fluttering about behind his neck. A pair of black eyes under the bangs on his forehead shot out a dazzling cold light. He sneered at Lu Song.

“Brother Song…” Du Ming looked at Lu Song beside him. His palms were sweating profusely.

“Go, Du Ming.” Lu Song said coldly. “Your power is a tier higher than his. You shouldn’t lose to him. This is a chance to prove yourself, cherish your opportunity.”

The water bottle fell to the ground as Du Ming’s hands trembled. A flood of water gushed out and slowly permeated into the ground.

Seeing his response, Xu Yang was filled with even more disdain. He taunted, “You really are a coward. You have no hope in this life to advance your Mystical Learner tier with this kind of mindset.”

1As soon as these words were uttered, everyone looked as if they had just seen a ghost.

Xu Yang was usually timid. He used to be a punching bag for everyone. However, he was standing on a higher position at that moment, taking upon himself to reprimand others.

Du Ming’s face was burning with rage. He yelled, “I am not afraid of you!”

Lunge Punch!