Fight back!

Five years later.

In a Satou city, a silhouette came towards the rising sun. On a closer examination, this person had a kind and elegant demeanor. His black hair fell to his waist, and some distributed to his face. The hair even covered his deep blue eyes. He wrapped his elegant slender body with a cyan robe, which had a white sash and cuff: Karl Zeal. Karl Zeal carried a basket of fruit on his back which made his movement heavy and noisy but didn't mind. Zeal had always been level-headed and calm. He was particularly thoughtful, but he was weak. This child was the son of Karl Elizabeth. However, Zeal had an outstanding IQ and EQ, which was higher than his peer and even most adults. Of course, he tried to hide this part of himself even from his dear mother—Karl Elizabeth.

As he lumbered forward, three rascals besieged him. The kid in the middle was the oldest and tallest, while the two brothers beside him (left and right) had the same height. They all wore red Wudang Tai Chi uniforms with a white cuff, sash, and collar. They all had short scattered black hair and arrogant air.

"Hey, weak guy!" The eldest accosted with a smug.

"What do you guys want?" Karl Zeal asked as he stared at them.

"We? Heh! We want to play with you. Don't tell me you don't want to?" The oldest said again. Immediately, the three of them jumped on Zeal; they tore his robe and knocked down his basket. They also ripped his right sleeve, which protected his bandaged right hand. Zeal slumped on the ground—he couldn't fight back, and no one dared to help him because these kids came from a unique background. They belong to a set of nuisance: The Piercing stone sect, so no one naturally dared to make trouble with them because they have dominant practitioners. Of course, influential families have no intention of controlling them, and this advantage brought them more arrogant.

As Zeal fell, he had a downcasted expression—it was complex. What was he thinking? That was difficult to answer. Anyway, one thing was sure: he was in pain and full of anger for his weakness. While on the cold ground, these three guys stomped their feet on him mercilessly. They laughed heroically at their arrogance.

"That's what happens to weak potatoes." One of them blabbed.

After the assault, Zeal stood and began to pick his fruit; he had to hurry up to complete the task that his mother had given to him. His long hair naturally scattered on his face, completely blocking any form of recognition. Karl Zeal stood in the main street, but in the sub street that joined the main road—two children of the same age watched with concern. They were twins from their appearance and were the same age as Karl Zeal. The boy wore a red hanfu suit while the girl wore a blue hanfu suit. They kept silent as they closely watched everything. Karl Zeal naturally did not notice these people, and therefore it didn't bother him. He went directly to the market.

Satou market: many people busied themselves with various goods and services. The place had a unique marketing style, and it was also crowded. After a careful observation with his eyes, he saw the man for whom his mother prepared the fruit. Realistically, this person was supposed to be his stepdad. Unfortunately, this man was only married to Elizabeth in name without attachment. In fact, Zeal never adopted this man's family name. He directly took on his mother's family name. This man was Sandy Maurita. There was little to no difference in his appearance from five years ago. He wore a deep blue tunic robe; he appeared ordinary but peaceful and serene as nothing ruffled him. Of course, he still emerged in his plump appearance. In fact, it made him more charming.

Just as the man saw Zeal, he beckoned him to come with a simple wave. As Maurita saw Zeal plowing towards him, he shook his head in grief. He didn't want the mother and son to overwork themselves. However, they hated to scrounge food from others without helping out. He had tried many times to persuade Elizabeth to give up anything about work, but she had forcefully refused to back down. Hence, he started a subsidiary business: selling fruits as he allowed her to take care of his tea shop. Even when he came home and wanted to help her, she would directly refuse him. She would do the basic things a woman required to do for a man, like doing laundry and cooking but with no emotional attachment. And because Elizabeth was hard-working, his young son had already worked more than his peers. So as he saw the struggling child, he was pained deeply.

"How many times have I told you to take it easy. You don't have to fill the basket, and bringing one basket once a day is already plenty." He said with a suppressed emotion. At this moment, he had a closer look at Zeal and saw blood stains and dirt all over his robe. He immediately understood what had happened—it's bullies again.

"Boy, what's the matter?" He still asked even though he knew the crux of the matter. He had always wanted the child to explain his situation clearly. However, whenever he asked, he would avoid the topic. 'Why did he want to bear the brunt alone?'

"It's nothing, uncle." Karl Zeal smiled amidst the pain.

In fact, it was within his understanding of the child in front of him. Even though he might not have spent more close time with him, he understood he was the kind of person that would rather die than cause problems for others. The most important part of it was his mother; any struggle that would lead back to his mother, the child tentatively avoided. In fact, he was right; Zeal would never reveal his pain to create trouble for others. He always bears them alone.

"Boy, you have to be careful, always." Realistically, there was nothing he could do. First, the child wouldn't tell him anything, and even though he didn't, it was not like he didn't know the group of people that bullied him. After all, they were as loud as the cry of a whale. However, he was simply powerless in front of these martial artists. He did not intend to create more problems for the kid and his mother by meddling. He only hoped that the children who did this bullying would stop after some time. Regardless, he knew this had been happening ever since this child began to appear in this market. It has been about a year since this trouble. Much to his belief, these arrogant brats should have been tired of the whole game; however, they were not about to stop. Hateful! It was absolutely unpleasant. However, he was helpless about it.

After spending a few minutes with Maurita, Zeal decided to go back. It was already evening, and the people had begun to return to their various places of rest. Maurita told him to go on so he could pack up things in the shop. As Zeal plod back, he unintentionally bumped into two kids. However, when he looked up, Zeal noticed they were no different from his age. The male wore a red hanfu suit, and the female wore a blue hanfu suit. These two were the same people that watched as Zeal was beaten. They were cute. While the girl looked graceful and pampered, the male looked hot-headed and surly. Moreover, looking at these two people, Zeal immediately realized their identity might not be simple. In fact, even though they were ordinary, he would have still done what was necessary.

"I'm sorry. It was my mistake for hitting you guys." Zeal cupped his hand.

"The fault is ours. We were not focused enough." The girl spoke; her cute voice sounded natural. These two were the twin of Li Zeesan and Geming Mirian: Li Meldi and Li Yato. Zeal and the twins separated and moved toward their various destinations.

However, as Zeal slog forward, he heard a majestic voice. "You're pretty weak—really weak that I feel like choking. I could imagine how quickly you want the bullying to stop, but you're powerless."

At this point, the road was empty. No, Zeal only saw himself in a fog; of course, it was like time had stopped. But other things kept happening as usual. It was only Zeal who felt abnormal. All Zeal saw was a blue fog, but he stood alone, and there was no one beside him. Then how could he hear such a voice?

"Who?" He immediately asked. He had had enough of the bullshit. What sin did he commit that heaven couldn't forgive? Why was he the center of everyone's fun? These questions naturally circulated in his mind. However, at this point, a heavy hand rested on his shoulder. How did he not see this person's movement? 'Who is he?'

"You're not exactly in the position to know who this seat is. However, people said you're a weak guy; would you really accept that?" The majestic voice asked.

"What would your majesty have me do then? It's not like I am strong to defy heaven; neither am I strong to trample on earth. What if I could beat the three of them? What about the people behind them?" This time Zeal couldn't hide his high IQ and EQ from manifesting. After all, this wasn't how a child should process information and the world. He was really level-headed and had thought farther than most people. Of course, the same thing made him compromise—in other words, it made him weak.

The majestic voice sighed.

"If you fight back tomorrow, I will surprise you. How?"

Zeal could feel the seriousness and sincerity in the majestic voice because it made him tremble heavily. What's really happening? How could such existence notice a speck of dust as himself? With that said, the surrounding became normal again. People kept walking as if nothing had happened. However, Zeal's robe was already soaked, and the thought of the man trembled his whole body.