This was the same village where once Laizer ate his first meal in this world. And he didn't eat free—in return, he had awakened their spirits. He gave them the way, what true life. And now what Nizaan was seeing in the villagers' eyes was that light of life he had not seen in common people's eyes before.
Wait….what's this, they are not afraid anymore? What happened to them overnight?
Nizaan's blood starts boiling just by watching them. His warrior spirit was at its peak just by watching them struggle.
He wanted to draw his sword, he wanted to pass justice....,
but he couldn't do it as always. Because it was useless.
Nothing is going to change, even if I kill 1 or 100—next time 1000 would come. Nizaan muttered with a gloomy look on his face. It was a hopeless situation, as always.
So he had always gritted his teeth and held back.
"Hahaha hah! Hey, hey, hey! You want to fight? To us?"
Zura Sect disciples laughed.
"Ha hahaha, brothers, they want to commit suicide! So why not fulfill their wishes, haha?" a disciple shouted.
"So what?" A faint voice came from a group of villagers.
"Huh?"
"Who dares to talk?" the disciple shouted again.
"I said, who dares to talk back to me?"
"I! Talk back to you? So what? What will you do?" Again, a calm and faint voice enters his ears.
"Huh? Where?"
"Hey, baldy, here!"
"How dare you? … So it's you, huh?"
It was no other than little Ziya—the one Laizer had cured in this village. She was alone, stepping forward and facing the disciples.
"How dare you talk like that?" The disciple was too angry—his face was already red with rage.
"What? A little child is opposing them?" Nizaan couldn't think straight. He didn't know whether he was happy or frustrated to watch what was happening. He just chuckled and stepped forward, entering the village.
"You little!!!!!"
The disciple stepped forward, running while drawing his sword, gathering energy in the blade, and swung at little Ziya.
"Goooooo dieeeee! Bitch!"
(Slash)
Before his sword could touch Ziya, her father Jirad came forth, covering his daughter and taking that slash on his back.
"How dare you block my attack? Step aside—your turn will come. First, your daughter will die!" the disciple said with an angry and frustrated face.
"We're not afraid anymore of your little warning!
See!
See around—there is not a single person who is afraid of you in the village anymore.
See their gazes! Do they look like they're afraid?" Jirad said with a wild and terrifying face.
The disciple turned around—and saw. Everyone was looking at them like they were shits. Their gazes were enough to let the disciples know what they thought about them: they were not afraid anymore.
Nizaan was approaching, watching all this happen.
"I don't know what happened here… but why am I remembering his words again and again?"
(You will listen to me! You are not allowed to follow any other rule except what I will create.)
Nizaan remembers Laizer's words.
"Haha! You say I am not allowed to follow this world's rules except yours. But you still have not proved that you're worthy to say things like this. Well… after this, I will know—either you are right or wrong !" Nizaan increases the stretch of his steps fast and arrives at the scene.
"Hey, fucking piece of shit, baldy!" Nizaan taunts loudly.
"Who the hell told me baldy???" The disciple was already frustrated with the situation, and now he was exploding with anger; he was shouting from his lungs like a madman.
"Haha, haha! Here, here! Look here.
Disciple turned his head to the back, Nizaan was just a step fawayfrom him.
The moment the disciple sees Nizaan, he lifted his sword and charged at him, not knowing the difference between their powers. He was too angry to notice.
He charged blindly with a Qi-charged sword and swung for Nizaan's head. The moment the sword touched Nizaan's neck, it shattered. His sword could not break Nizaan's aura wall and reach his flesh.
"Huh? Y… you… Are you in the Qi Awakening realm? Why… why is a martial artist like you here? Which sect do you belong to?"
Before the disciple could finish his sentence, Nizaan punched his chest. His body exploded at the point, converting from a single piece into little pieces of meat.
The villagers were experiencing something familiar—because they had seen this scene before.
"Who the hell are you? Didn't you know who we are?" another disciple shouted.
Before he could finish, Nizaan was already in front of him. He couldn't even see Nizaan with his eyes. Nizaan's speed was too much for them to match.
(Boom!)
One more body exploded.
Nizaan delivered the same punch again, and one by one, he killed almost 10 disciples, sparing only 1.
Nizaan's body and face were covered in blood, and blood was dripping all over.
His hands were trembling—not because he was afraid of the aftermath, but because he was out of energy.
Because he was too happy.
He had really wanted to do this for years, but couldn't—because of the unbelievable power wall that was always before him. But now… he was watching a—
A hole in that wall—a single but big hole. That's it. And he didn't hesitate this time. He shattered that wall with his fists today!
"Hey! Go and tell your sect master that the person who did this is...!" Nizaan told the disciple, giving him the location of the Nameless Sect and making him remember so he could never forget.
The disciple was trembling. He had already wet his pants, crying in fear of Nizaan.
"Hahahahahah! Bastard, how does it feel? The first time, to feel fear to the point where you couldn't even stand!" Nizaan said laughing face and bloody eyes.
"Hey, young man, who are you? Did you know what you just did? Run for your life! If you got lucky, you can escape!" Jirad said to Nizaan.
"Hahaha hah! I have already decided to bet my life on someone's words! So it doesn't matter now!"
"Hey… please, Te… tell me who was the person who killed our sect disciples before! If I go back empty-handed, the elders will kill me. Please, I beg you, tell me!" the last disciple asked Jirad. They were here today to investigate Laizer because of the last time.
"I already have said—we didn't know his name. But he has a beautiful face and a rude tone. But he is a kind-hearted man; we did not see him! Again, this is all we know, and we have told you. But you still kill our people!" Jirad replied clenched fist.
"Hm? Beautiful face? And rude tone?" Nizaan thought, and the only person that came to mind was Laizer.
"Hahaha ha… so it was you, bastard, who made these folks crazy!" Nizaan laughed in his heart.
After that, the disciple ran back to his sect. Nizaan explained to the villagers what he was doing in other villages, and they happily agreed because they knew Laizer to some extent.
After this, Nizaan started running to the Nameless Sect. He was thinking—did he make the right choice or not? Will master scold him? Or will he be terrified and give up? These thoughts were coming to his mind… but he decided to wait and see what happens.