The man's eyes filled with shock, unable to understand why he had been kicked.
"If you want something, then simply take it. Don't beg for it like some worthless beggar." Wu Zhe murmured, glaring down at him.
"Ha… hahahaha!" The man suddenly burst into laughter, understanding Wu Zhe. How could he have forgotten the one rule of the cultivation world? 'Might makes right'
He charged forward, fist raised, barreling straight towards Wu Zhe.
Wu Zhe smirked faintly as he watched the man charge toward him. As he drew near, Wu Zhe casually raised his hand and backhanded him, sending him flying back.
The man rose back up, teeth clenched, and charged again.
As the man closed in, he sidestepped, standing behind him, and he struck the back of his head with a slap.
"Weak. If you want something, you'll need more than just your resolve to claim it." Wu Zhe muttered, mocking him as he fell.
The man's eyes burned with rage. Clenching his fists, he forced himself back up.
