"What seems to be the problem, fellow cultivators?" Karsha did his best to suppress his laughter before asking. His words sounded more cringe-worthy than they should have.
"Fellow cultivators? Hahahahaha! How can three Grandmaster nobodies like you compare yourselves to us?" one of the seven clan mbers said. Karsha imdiately marked him as the first person he would target.
He had already used the system to check their stats long before they even noticed him. Their stats, though—very pitiful. They wouldn't even be able to endure a single punch from him.
"Since we can't compare to you, we'll be on our way," Karsha said. He turned to leave, but before they could take even a single step, the sa person spoke again.
"Who gave you permission to leave? Are you courting death?" he roared, catching everyone's attention. Even the guards at the gate noticed the scuffle happening just 200 ters away. However, seeing who was causing the uproar, they instantly sympathized with Karsha and his companions.
"Looks like the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan found new prey to play with," one of the guards said.
"Truly pitiful. Such young and energetic youths will have their lives ruined because they crossed paths with those seven," another guard added.
They had been guards for many years and knew exactly who those seven were and where they ca from. So, seeing Karsha and his companions caught up with them, they felt sorry for them.
"What do you want?" Karsha asked, his face straight, as if he hadn't just shouted at seven peak Saints.
"Hehe, look, he's angry, and he thinks it's best to shout at us brothers from the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan. He must be tired of living," the sa person spoke again. "It seems our information was right—these are the three who attacked our rchants a few days ago," he added, walking closer to Karsha.
"What do you have to say for yourself, huh? We already have orders to bring you three in, so don't even think about resisting. Do you think it's smart to steal from the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan?" Despite his words, his eyes drifted toward Karsha's Nine Calamities space ring.
Clearly, they wanted to rob them, but instead of appearing like bandits, they intended to take them sowhere secluded. Thankfully, five days ago, a rchant with their clan's support was attacked, and his goods were stolen. Because many knew of this incident, they were using it as a pretense to rob Karsha and his companions.
"What are you standing there for?" he asked, pointing his sword at Karsha. Karsha just chuckled, looking at him.
"What clan are you from again?" Karsha asked skeptically.
"Bloodfiend," the man replied.
"What a stupid na," Karsha muttered, loud enough for most people to hear. Gasps escaped from the mouths of many who overheard him.
"He's dead," they whispered, shocked at Karsha's plain insult toward such a clan.
"What did you just say?" roared the mbers of the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan.
"Don't pretend you didn't hear ," Karsha said. He wasn't even finished speaking when the first mber charged at him.
Bang! Crack!
"Argh!" A soul-shattering scream reverberated across the entire area, even reaching the ears of those inside the city. Instinctively, all the n, including Morris and Xian, covered their groins with their hands. The Bloodfiend mber who had attacked lay on the ground, clutching his groin in agony.
Karsha's kick shattered one ball instead of two. Clearly, he was still lacking when it ca to perfecting his ball-shattering technique.
"I still need so practice to master this craft," Karsha said with an evil smile toward the six remaining Bloodfiends.
"Well, are you going to attack, or should I take the initiative?" he asked, maintaining the sa wicked grin.
The six shuddered; the sound of their friend's ball shattering was still echoing in their minds. Instead of drawing their weapons, their hands instinctively moved to protect their groins.
"Tsk, a bunch of useless nobodies. Did you really think we were easy prey? Seeing three incredibly handso young n passing by, you thought you could rob them. Your greed has brought you to this point, so you'd better prepare to receive my kick," Karsha said, his gaze icy.
"I initially intended to kill all seven of you," he continued, "but after a quick thought, I decided against it. However, that doesn't an I'll let you go without a goodbye gift. Since you've wasted my ti, you'll have to leave your balls behind. It's only fair since no other gift would an anything to or my companions."
Karsha smiled, then vanished. At that mont, the entire world seed to fall silent, as if the god of quietness had descended from the heavens.
Bang! Crack!
"Argh!" Another scream filled the air. Behind the person who had shouted stood Karsha, smiling like an evil, ball-shattering god. Aside from Morris, no one saw how Karsha moved. He had used the Blink skill to slip into the person's shadow, making his movent invisible to the others.
But Morris, who specialized in shadow techniques, saw it clearly. Even he was shocked to witness such an ability.
Morris's shadows allowed him to move through shadows, but seeing Karsha blink and appear in soone else's shadow made him raise an eyebrow in surprise.
Bang! Crack!
The third ball shattered, prompting another bloodcurdling scream. The area was starting to get crowded as people from the city began to gather, and those passing by stopped to watch. What shocked everyone was that instead of the remaining Bloodfiends running or attacking, they stood frozen, shuddering in fear.
"Who is that young man?" one person asked.
"I don't know, but from the way he's dressed and looks, I'm sure he's from one of the Great Families," another person replied.
"I don't think so. Do you really think soone from a Great Family would use such a despicable thod to attack his opponents?" a different person chid in.
"You're right. I don't think he's from any of the Great Families," the second person responded, then added, "So if he's not from a Great Family, then where is he from? Or more importantly, who is he?"
"That's not what's important here. You're forgetting one thing: this person is just a Grandmaster, and he's attacking mbers of the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan. I hope he knows the calamity he's bringing upon himself," another bystander joined the conversation.
"He's dead. He attacked mbers of that notorious clan. He's as good as dead," soone else chid in.
"Shhh! Do you want your entire family to be eradicated? Calling them 'notorious' is as dangerous as cutting the throat of their leader," one person hastily shushed the speaker, warning them to be careful with their words about the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan.
They are indeed notorious. In Oakwood City, there are about twelve clans, and the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan is one of the top five. They hold significant power, and because of their arrogance and cruelty, many people ignore them whenever they see them.
They won't hesitate to kill or, worse, rape won whenever they have the chance. There are even a few who favor the n, so in general, many see them as bandits rather than a legitimate clan.
But since they are powerful and none of the Great Families have said anything, they continue their daily tornting. That's how they encountered Karsha and his pals—three young, nicely dressed Grandmaster-stage cultivators. What an easy catch! Unfortunately for them, they t Karsha, the one person they shouldn't have co after.
Bang! Crack!
All seven Bloodfiends lay on the floor, clutching their broken balls and screaming like babies. Karsha dusted off his legs and walked closer to the first person who seed to be recovering. He had only lost a single ball, so his pain was starting to subside.
"I won't kill you now because doing so would just be a waste. So I will allow you losers to keep your lives for now. You can go back to your clan or wherever you ca from and report. Don't worry; I won't run away. Five days from today, I will pass by again. If you want revenge, you can co."
"Even if your whole clan shows up, I would hate to kill a few and have to worry about the others in the future. I despise that style of annihilation, so tell them: if they want revenge, they all can et here in five days."
Bang! Crack!
"That's more like it!" Karsha shattered the last ball, bringing a satisfied smile to his face. Whether it was the n, won, or even so curious children around, Karsha's smile felt like thunder striking their spines.
Instead of the ladies blushing, they all felt too scared to even approach him. Karsha, of course, didn't care about any of them. He already had a beauty in his heart and another one he was warming his way into back ho. These average-looking ladies weren't to his taste.
"Let us go," Karsha gestured toward Xian and Morris. It was only after they heard his na that they finally let go of their groins. Karsha smirked at them.
"Here you go." Karsha handed over the required fees, and in front of everyone's astonished gaze, they walked through the gate and disappeared.
"Let's go. It's going to be lively here in five days; we better get our mission done by then." Once Karsha and his pals left, the whole place turned noisy again. Many began moving to finish their chores, others started heading inside, and so curious onlookers who had recorded the whole incident on a recording crystal began making copies to spread around.
Karsha had declared war on the Bloodfiend rcenary Clan, and in five days, the battle would take place right at the entrance of the Oakwood City gate. Nobody wanted to miss out on that, so they resud their business.
Karsha, on the other hand, was smiling inwardly. The newly improved system had indeed brought many great things into his life. At first, he had just wanted to shatter so balls, but the system had a different idea.
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