A group of prodigies closed in—some were stunningly beautiful maidens, others were imposing young men—surrounding Little Rascal like a pack of green-eyed wolves eyeing a snow-white lamb, all wearing mischievous grins.
“What’s this? Trying to gang up on me?” Little Rascal was on guard, his large eyes shimmering with alertness.
“Think we need a mob to deal with you? You think you’re some reincarnated ancient sage or something?” The group rolled their eyes in disdain.
“Ah, I was hoping for a real brawl—charging through the prodigy camp, undefeated, a legend in the making!” Little Rascal clenched his tiny fists, eyes sparkling with excitement, utterly lost in his fantasy.
“Drop dead!” The group scoffed. This brat was downright infuriating, even in his delusions. Did he think prodigies were just cabbages?
Little Rascal chuckled dryly. “I *was* planning to do it, but then I thought, why crush your fragile little hearts? So I decided against it.”
“Damn it, this kid’s asking for a beating!” someone muttered.
“My name is Yan Xin. Don’t cry when I punch you later,” said the green-robed girl who had first proposed the wager. Her skin was fair, her eyes bright, and she smirked at Little Rascal.
“I *love* fighting pretty girls—makes me drool!” Little Rascal grinned, striking a ridiculous pose that left the prodigies speechless.
Yan Xin’s face remained calm, but her feet blurred with movement as runes intertwined around her. She lunged forward without warning.
“Hey! No sneak attacks!” Little Rascal yelped, darting behind a boy.
“Are you fighting or not?” Yan Xin snapped.
“Of course! You’re handing me free loot—why refuse?” He pointed at the crowd. “Anyone else betting, lay your stakes out now. Too little, and I won’t bother. Line them up—no taking them back until the fights are over!”
“You’re such a pain. One fight and it’s over—why the theatrics?” the prodigies grumbled.
“I’m serious! If I beat this pretty sister too fast, the rest of you might chicken out. Where’s the fun in that?”
Yan Xin gritted her teeth. This brat was insufferable, acting like he’d already won. A faint smile curled her lips—she’d make him howl soon enough.
The group finally tossed down their wagers, more for amusement than anything. They’d teach him a lesson soon enough.
“Good! Remember whose stuff is whose. Don’t back out when you see how strong I am!” Little Rascal laughed.
Yan Xin struck, her green robes fluttering like drifting clouds. A radiant peacock burst from her palm, wings spread, diving toward him.
Little Rascal grinned. Silver runes swirled in his right hand, forming a hammer. He leaped up, smashing the peacock apart in an explosion of light.
“How’s that? Scared yet?” he taunted.
The crowd was stunned. A mere ordinary disciple had just shattered Yan Xin’s technique in one blow.
“Enough clowning!” Yan Xin hissed. Green lightning crackled around her as she lunged again, weaving a net of emerald energy to ensnare him.
“Won’t work, sis!” Little Rascal’s hammer shattered the net. He darted forward, seizing her wrist, spinning her around, and pressing a glowing finger to her neck.
Silence. Yan Xin had lost—*fast*.
Humiliated, she yanked free, fists clenched.
“Pay up! No take-backs!” Little Rascal crowed. “Next!”
The second challenger was another girl—wild, clad in beast hides, her tanned skin gleaming. She attacked like a panther, conjuring spears of light.
Little Rascal dodged, summoning a silver millstone that crushed every spear. Another flawless victory.
“Pretty girls are the best! Free loot *and* a good fight—thanks!” he cheered.
The prodigies were speechless. This kid was a *monster*.
“Who’s next? More loot for me!” Little Rascal’s eyes gleamed at the scattered treasures.
The third challenger hesitated—Zhou Yuhao, still injured from a previous brawl.
“Don’t just stand there!” Little Rascal charged, punching him square in the face.
Zhou Yuhao flew backward, blood spraying. As darkness took him, one thought flashed—*This punch… feels familiar…*
“Next!” Little Rascal shook his fist, turning to Qing Feng. “See? Just punch ‘em. Easy.”
Qing Feng’s eyes shone with determination.
Eighteen fights later, Little Rascal remained undefeated, shaking the entire prodigy camp.
“Who *is* this brat? Someone shut him down!”
But no one could.
Finally, Little Rascal declared, “Qing Feng’s my brother. Mess with him, you mess with me. I’ll be *back*.”
Silence. No one laughed now.
“Brother Yu Feng, you’re up. No one else can stop this freak,” someone urged.
The white-robed Yu Feng shook his head but didn’t move, his gaze sharp.
Little Rascal’s rampage became legend. Days later, he returned, defeating more prodigies.
Before leaving for the Hundred Broken Mountains, he reassured Qing Feng: “Grow strong. I’ll be back.”
At the departure, he noticed only a handful of youths—none he recognized.
“Shi Yi, the Human Emperor’s daughter, and others… their clans escorted them ahead,” Elder Tao Yi explained.
“Remember,” the elders warned, “you may face *true* ancient beasts and unbeatable foes. *Survive*.”
In the sacred grounds near the gourd vine, a green passageway opened. With a final prayer, they stepped through—vanishing from the Sky-Suppressing Sect.
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