The Art of a Master
"That's uncalled for --- you idiots!" Remo shouted.
"Look at you. Is this how you act when you bully people just because you are more superior and stronger?"
Although confrontation with other kids at the school was not his first time, facing this group is just a normal routine since his first fight.
Moreover, the punch he received was nothing! The only emotional damage it caused him was his pride.
Staring keenly at them, Remo said to himself. "I never go down without a fight. This is not in my vocabulary!"
Although he could protect himself with his abilities, he refrained attacking recklessly.
These group looked capable of inflicting him injuries.
The presence of a few young men a few meters away along the fence witnessing the confrontation is something to reckon with.
He knew the way they operate; these people would not go easy on him!
Why not face them instead and give these brats a dose of their own medicine?
"What are you standing there for? Grab this damn kid ass!"
Champ charged forward clenching his fists with steady powerful footsteps.
His two lackeys approached him as well. The first kid was able to hold his neck.
"How dare you say that word, brat?" shouting arrogantly with a meaningful look.
Suddenly the leader appeared in front of him and swiftly kicked his abdomen.
Activating his bone structures for the attack, he still staggered a few steps back.
It was apparent he is a skillful fighter.
"Come on buddy, I'm all ears! I'd like to hear more nonsense from you!" He exclaimed placing his open palms on his ears.
Knowing when to stop is a smart move but after more punishment, Remo thought enough is enough!
Under any circumstances, no way he would allow anyone to go on further beating him.
Faced with no other choices, he activates his spiritual energy.
An intense aura was released from his body and a glint of excitement can be seen in his eyes.
The chance of showing off his hidden talents was long overdue!
These useless kids are more interesting than the previous ones.
They should not be allowed to get away with it so easily. It would inspire them to continue bullying people more often!
Just as Remo was about to give them a good beating, a figure from nowhere unexpectedly came into view.
With a quick glance, he instantly recognized the person.
"Master Jon?" …
He was at a loss for words.
"Stop bullying this kid." he commanded peacefully to the young man.
In response, Champ turned to Master Jon who was wearing a long dark robe at that time.
"This is not your business, old man. Anyone who crosses us will regret it." he said with a cocky face.
"Go home and don't involve yourself here,"
Instead, Master Jon put a wave on his hand and a mysterious force rapidly materializes.
'Whoosh!'
The kid who was standing in front quickly flew a few meters backwards before landing to the ground.
With a terrifying sound, Champ felt a sharp pain and a cracking sound was heard.
"Pufff"…
Before he could even cry out in pain, his vision was already blurred.
A cold sweat emerged from his forehead.
The other kids stopped their tracks after sensing the danger.
They felt a trace of nervousness in their eyes. Even Champ, who was down on the ground gushed in shock.
Everyone was rooted to the spot…They started to backtrack.
Such a terrifying force!
What is more terrifying was the speed. It was a jaw dropping technique only a 'master' of the arts could create.
"Is that possible?"
Completely, the young kids were stunned and slowly begun to disperse.
They could not help but become worried. It was a concern no one is going to stand a chance and match him.
The look on their faces dramatically changed!
It seemed that letting the kid pass were not bad, after all.
The other guys near the fence who were never involved in the first place began to put an act they were not part with the group.
At this point, Master Jon faced them with a cold face.
"Who gave you the courage to touch this kid?" He said with a sharp voice!
"Do not assume that because he knows nothing in defending himself you can attack him with gusto!"
"Get your assess here so I'll give you a lesson!" he shouted strongly at them.
When no one moves, he appeared suddenly in front of them and slap their faces.
"Slap!
Slap!
Slap!
Slap."
The four kids crashed loudly on the ground gaped with astonishment.
They were panic stricken and took a breath to calm themselves down.
"How fast the old man is! How cruel and merciless!"
To prevent the disastrous situation to go on further, Champ immediately made up his mind there was no contest.
"Who are you?" he asked preparing for the worst.
The last thing they wanted to see were to suffer more humiliation facing someone so powerful.
It was a human nature to retreat. Avoid the fight if it appears they could not hold a candle from an opponent.
No one would dare challenge him now.
Meanwhile, the other young men who were at the vicinity soon stood up. They walked away one by one unnoticed.
When they saw the awesome prowess of the elderly man, they left rather than be part of a destruction that could not be repaired.
"You don't need to know who I am!"
Master Jon said indifferently tapping the shoulders of Remo.
"What a bunch of reckless fools... Are you all right, kiddo?" he chuckled.
"I think so, Master Jon." He replied, although feeling a little pain from his cheekbone.
Even though he was a little depressed, he was not the one that went wrong in the first place.
"Let it go!"... Master Jon consoled him.
"Too early Remo. Not the right time to show off your skills. Keep it hidden kid!"
Master Jon turned around and started to walk ahead.