The Note of the Swordsman

- Long road(2).

The three gulped as they looked at Fu Juese.

"Is that what I just heard?"

"Do you want to challenge us, trash? An idiot?"

Fu Juese smiled faintly, it had been a long time since he had heard people saying it like that.

Fu Juese started running. He then hit one of the people nearby. Then the man fell to the ground, just like what they had done to him before.

But it didn't seem like, that person never got back on his feet. He fainted there with a single blow.

"Hi! Hiiiiii!"

At first glance Fu Juese could hear the hysterical screams of the other two people. He understands that. He himself never thought of it either.

'Fu Juese can now defeat a Basic stage cultivator?'

The training is harder than them, even without being absent. While they are different, all three are lazy and always complain even howling when practicing.

Fu Juisse ran back. He wanted to finish all of this quickly and resumed his training but someone then appeared.

Tep.

His punch was successfully dispelled.

Fu Juese was surprised, it turned out that there was someone else near here other than those three people.

"I was surprised, never expected, that an ordinary human could match a martial artist..."

A middle-aged man with a catfish mustache appeared right in front of him. He repelled Fu Juese's punch very easily using his palm.

"Who are you?"

"Oho, that's scary. Are you still the same piece of trash, that loser nobleman? The world will be excited to see this..."

Fu Juese glared at him.

"How do you know my name?"

"Well, who doesn't know any of the members of the Great Fu family."

"I don't like you."

The two saw each other for a long time.

"Do you intend to seek because of us? You don't want to enter our sect? You know, I can recommend you."

Fu Juese fell silent, he could still have a cool head. The advantages to being a disciple in a sect were very tempting. He would earn some money and receive various rare resources that could make him even stronger.

Fu Juese tilted her head in displeasure.

"I'm not stupid enough, I can see your talent, you could say you're already at your limit, right? You can't grow anymore..."

Fu Juese who heard him clench his hands, very tightly even produced a crackling sound. He himself knew that was the truth. His body is no longer strong. He is not strong enough to fight anyone.

"Sirguruan Brother! He is the man! He attacked us first!"

Fu Juese's ears went up and down after hearing that. He turned around to see who the person who said it was, but as he did that.

"So then, if it's true, well, seriously..."

Fu Juese's body trembled, a man twice his height already standing in front of him. He's the catfish moustache.

"I can't let you go now or it will drop the name of our sect, the Purple Barracuda Sect..."

Buk up!

Suddenly Fu Juese was already curled up on the ground.

"Uhuk! Uhuk! Uhuk! Uaaargh...!!!"

It felt so crowded, he did not know when but the catfish-moustache man had already stuck his hand on Fu Juese's stomach.

Fu Juese spewed a lot of water there. The two delinquents who were at the back also became excited when they saw it.

"Sorry son, but..."

Fu Juese's hair was pulled up. His face looked dull and dusty, as if water was still coming out of his mouth. Fu Juese had vomited a lot of his stomach contents.

"I just want this all over quickly."

Buk up! Buk up! Buk up! Buk up! Buk up!

No one tried to stop him. Everyone just looks. The patches of blood had already poured out and splashed onto the ground and his clothes.

Fu Juese's face was already out of shape. Only fear remained in him. In him he begged to be saved.

But, he then remembered the writing in the old sir's notebook.

[This is reality... ]

[The truth is the worst thing. The truth is cruel. ]

[In a world where the strongest get everything, no one will save you... ]

[Only you can... Fu Juese's... Your path is long, but I know you can live up to my expectations... ]