SLAP!!!
A jarring crack reverberated amidst the clamor of the bustling cafeteria, and everything around instantly fell silent.
Du Shaojie knelt on the ground, his entire face swelling at a visibly alarming rate. The pain was so intense that his body trembled uncontrollably, yet he felt numb. He was dumbfounded—completely and utterly dumbfounded.
He, a martial artist of the Profound Level, had nearly been killed by a single slap from a filthy beggar.
Such a blow was simply too much for Du Shaojie to handle.
All along, Du Shaojie had believed that, aside from his elder brother Du Shaolong, his talent was the strongest in the entire Du Family. Moreover, his brother had said that upon his return, he would introduce him to the Asura Hall. Because of this, Du Shaojie had always believed his future was boundless. But he had never anticipated that his every fantasy would be shattered by a slap from this filthy beggar.
