“Hmph, want to die? Fine, I’ll grant you that wish,” said a disciple of Qiankun Sect, clenching his fist tightly as he watched Wang Xiao Liu charging toward him, his blood surging with power.
Wang Xiao Liu’s face hardened into a fierce expression, his teeth clenched tightly. Although he had cultivated the “Titan Grade Demon Body” to its peak, he knew he was no match for this disciple before him.
But what else could he do? No matter what, he had decided to fight to the death.
He had had enough of this kind of life.
“Bang!”
With a fierce punch, the disciple struck Wang Xiao Liu in the chest, sending violent energy surging through his body.
A smirk appeared on the disciple’s lips. Surely this punch would finish him off?
But at that moment, he was shocked to see that Wang Xiao Liu had stubbornly endured the blow and, even more foolishly, grabbed the disciple’s wrist tightly.
“Hmph, overestimating yourself,” the disciple roared angrily. This weakling actually thought he could resist? Unforgivable.
“Heh…” Wang Xiao Liu stared fiercely at the disciple, spitting out a mouthful of blood before grinning savagely. “You insulted my family’s martial art. I’ll show you.”
In an instant, Wang Xiao Liu suddenly thrust out his hand.
“Monkey Steals the Peach.”
Though this move may not seem impressive, it was the family martial art passed down through generations of the Wang family. Once, the Wangs had been a prestigious clan, relying on “Monkey Steals the Peach” for their glory. Unfortunately, they later declined, likely because none of their descendants could grasp the true essence of the technique.
The Qiankun disciple was momentarily startled by the move, then shouted furiously, “How dare you use such a despicable technique!”
Wang Xiao Liu’s expression changed drastically—he hadn’t expected his opponent to react so quickly.
“Bang!”
The disciple kicked Wang Xiao Liu hard in the chest. Instantly, Wang Xiao Liu spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward.
“Spit…”
Wang Xiao Liu lay on the ground, his face pale, eyes wide with disbelief. “How could he see through it… I’ve already mastered my family’s martial art.”
The other onlookers shuddered at the sight of Wang Xiao Liu’s pitiful state. It looked like tragedy was inevitable.
“Hmph, you useless trash. You call that despicable move your family’s martial art? You’re nothing but a joke,” the Qiankun disciple sneered with laughter.
Wang Xiao Liu lay on the ground, head bowed, fists clenched tightly. His family’s martial art was not trash—it had once brought glory to their name.
“Hmph, looking at this sandbag makes me furious. Beat him up. If he dies, just throw him out to feed the dogs.”
“Yes…”
In an instant, a group of Qiankun disciples rushed forward, surrounding Wang Xiao Liu and pummeling him mercilessly.
Wang Xiao Liu curled up on the ground, silently enduring the beating.
He wanted to fight back, but his hands trembled.
At that moment, he suddenly felt fear—fear of death.
And just then, an old, tattered little book with a blue cover fell out from Wang Xiao Liu’s chest.
A sharp-eyed Qiankun disciple instantly snatched it up and burst into laughter.
“Haha, everyone look! This is the so-called family martial art he spoke of—’Monkey Steals the Peach’!”
Looking at the worn-out blue cover, the crowd roared with laughter.
“Give it back to me!” Wang Xiao Liu screamed, seeing his family’s martial art in their hands.
“Rip…”
In that instant, the disciple tore the so-called family martial art into pieces right in front of Wang Xiao Liu.
“Laughing my ass off. This despicable martial art can only be treasured by a trashy fool like you.”
Wang Xiao Liu clenched his fists tightly. “It’s not trash…”
“Hmph, it is trash,” the Qiankun disciple said with a smirk.
“It’s not…” Wang Xiao Liu suddenly stood up, his eyes bloodshot with rage.
Seeing the look in Wang Xiao Liu’s eyes, the crowd was momentarily stunned, almost frightened, before quickly regaining their composure and growing furious.
“You’re trash, and trash you shall remain. If you dare say another word, I’ll cut out your tongue,” the fierce Qiankun disciple threatened.
Wang Xiao Liu looked at the disciple before him, his heart trembling. Looking at the torn fragments on the ground, he felt an indescribable sense of injustice.
He desperately wanted to say, “It’s not trash.” But now, he was too afraid.
“Say it—if you don’t want to die, say that your family’s martial art is trash,” the brutal Qiankun disciple said mockingly.
Wang Xiao Liu looked at the scene before him, unsure of what to do.
“Whoosh…”
In an instant, a sharp sword appeared in the disciple’s hand, as if Wang Xiao Liu’s life would end if he refused.
“Xiao Liu, just say it,” the surrounding onlookers urged anxiously.
Hearing their voices, Wang Xiao Liu’s heart was in turmoil.
“Speak now, or I’ll cut off your head!” the Qiankun disciple growled.
Wang Xiao Liu clenched his fists. This was the martial art passed down by his ancestors, representing the glory of his family—their most glorious moment.
He couldn’t help but recall his father’s final words.
“Xiao Liu… ‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ is the foundation of our Wang family. In the future, you must understand it deeply. Don’t disgrace its name.”
…
“Buzz…”
At that moment, the sword pressed against Wang Xiao Liu’s throat, its sharp aura slicing his neck. If he didn’t speak now, his head would roll next.
At this moment, Wang Xiao Liu felt lost and utterly hopeless. He gently closed his eyes—he had already decided: even if he died, he would not say those words.
“It’s not trash…”
Just then, a voice suddenly echoed from the void.
Everyone present was startled, unsure of what had happened.
Wang Xiao Liu opened his eyes, searching for the source of the voice, until he saw a figure floating in the sky, the sunlight behind him making it impossible to see his face clearly.
“‘Monkey Steals the Peach’ is a very powerful martial art. If it’s considered trash, then all martial arts in heaven and earth would be trash too.”
At that moment, Lin Fan floated in the void, watching the scene below, memories rising unbidden.
“Brother, this is my family’s martial art. You’re a genius here—please keep going,” Wang Xiao Liu had once regarded Lin Fan as a hero, lending him the family martial art.
At that time, Lin Fan had been deeply grateful and secretly vowed, “When I become the strongest in the world, I will ensure your rise to glory.”
That was the promise Lin Fan had made when he first arrived at Cangling Continent.
Although Wang Xiao Liu hadn’t said much back then, Lin Fan could tell he hadn’t truly believed in those words.
But now, Lin Fan had become the supreme expert of Xuanhuang, an existence that crushed all beneath him. It was time to fulfill that promise.
Wang Xiao Liu stared blankly at the figure in the sky. He had never heard anyone say that his family’s martial art was not trash. His heart was filled with excitement.
But he still couldn’t see the figure’s face clearly.
At that moment, Lin Fan slowly descended.
Wang Xiao Liu finally saw the figure’s face, his expression suddenly turning serious, filled with disbelief.
He would never forget that face.
Because that face… it looked exactly like that person.
“Xiao Liu, it seems we still have quite the connection,” Lin Fan said with a slight smile.
“Big Brother…” Wang Xiao Liu trembled as he spoke. He never expected that the person before him was actually Lin Fan, the same person who had once been a fellow nobody.
Back then, Lin Fan had dared to confront the sect’s disciples directly, earning everyone’s respect. Wang Xiao Liu had willingly shared his family’s martial art and called him “Big Brother.”
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