Rich Good-for-nothings

No one liked having good intentions returned with harm, and Xia Fei was no exception. He had tried to help that young man from the Monastic Order to get back up on his feet, but all he received in return was a green fireball which partially burned his clothes.

Xia Fei was enraged, not imagining that someone would take his kindness for evil. What exactly could he say?

"Screw you!" Xia Fei's face was ashen as he gave a vicious slap.

Xia Fei thought that he had not put much strength into this slap, but he was actually stronger than these youths. An obvious handprint soon swelled up on the young man's face, and the young man clenched his teeth as he coldly stared at Xia Fei.

"Fireball!"

The young man wanted to counterattack, but Xia Fei was not about to give him a second chance. He gave the youth a swift kick, which sent the latter flying ten-some meters away, where the youth crumpled on the ground while clenching his stomach and moaning in pain.