Chapter 14 Family Practicing Day (Part Two)
It wasn''t long before Andrew''s eyes fell on Zen. When their gaze met, a small smile yed on Zen''s
face. A month ago he beat Grey. Zen thought that Andrew would retaliate immediately. However,
Andrew had bid his time quietly. Zen now knew why. Andrew had been waiting for Family Practicing
Day. He had nned to choose Zen as his punchbag in the death match so that Andrew could beat
him to death without raising anyone''s suspicions.
To his surprise, Andrew did not pick Zen. Instead, he selected a sturdy man standing behind Zen.
A frown grew on Zen''s face.
The Luo n had recently bought this sturdy middle-aged man. Although a condemned prisoner, he
did not suffer any serious internal injuries. He looked strong and healthy. Zen guessed that he was at
the flesh refining level.
Once Andrew had selected his target, the middle-aged man didn''t hesitate. He jumped in to the arena.
His eyes shed with a primeval fierceness. In a death match, there were no escapes. Flinching could
mean death for the punchbag. Rather than passively awaiting destruction, it was better to fight with all
of one''s strength. That was the only way to increase the odds of survival for a punchbag.
There was not much etiquette involved in a fight to the death either.
The middle-aged man made a pre-emptive move in the arena. He rushed toward Andrew with all of his
strength. Since he was quite well-built, the middle-aged man ran across the arena like a raging bull.
The mysterious rock that made up the floor of the arena burst out with a ''boom'' sound.
Andrew chuckled as a purple light condensed in his hand. His fingers sped into an arch as he waited
for his target. When the middle-aged man closed in on Andrew, he dodged and threw the light toward
the rushing target. As Andrew stepped aside, the Purple Fist Strength hit the middle-aged man.
"Poof!"
The impact of the Purple Fist Strength didn''t show instantly. However, it was severe enough to stop the
middle-aged man suddenly. He couldn''t hit Andrew, so he turned around and prepared to rush him
again.
Unaware that he had been injured, the man took a step. "Bang bang bang bang bang bang." Six dull
bursts of sound came from his body. Blood began spraying out from six areas on the middle-aged
man''s body.
His eyes widened, and disbelief reflected on his face. When he opened his mouth to speak, there was
only a gurgling sound. Gradually, his eyes dulled and he crashed to the ground.
It had taken Andrew only one punch to kill a sturdy, healthy man!
All the children watching the match burst into cheers. Even some of the onlookers began apuding.
In the midst of all this noise, no one noticed the handful of Luo children who looked indifferent.
Andrew, as the oldest son of the third branch, had a reputation. Everyone knew that he had been
refining his body with all kinds of powerful pills since his childhood. They knew that was his secret to
refine his body so quickly.
However, the progress could not be this fast. The only exnation was that Andrew had taken the
second Magical Pill. Since Perrin had taken the first, this was the only remaining pill. And now, it had
been consumed by Andrew.
Zen shook his head at the thought, and a bitter smile emerged on his face. His uncles had done the
unthinkable. No one had dared to take these two Magical Pills in the Luo n for hundreds of years.
After taking control of the family, his uncles had shared the pills.
When Zen first heard that Perrin had taken the pill, his fury came from his heart. But now, Zen felt calm
at the revtion that Andrew had taken thest Magical Pill.
The pill was said to be powerful and effective. And the Luo n only had two of these pills. Now, there
were none left.
Zen didn''t feel as though he were at a disadvantage. While the Magical Pill had its effects, Zen''s
refinement process ensured that he could continue to clean his body. In result, the Magical Pill was not
significant to Zen anymore. That didn''t stop Zen from feeling disappointment at his uncles'' behavior.
Just then, Grey''s voice rang out, "The winner of the first death match is Master Andrew!"
Andrew flexed his wrist and shouted toward Grey who was standing on the high tform, "I am still
warming up. I want to challenge one more person."
Grey was secretly delighted at the thought that the moment when Andrew would avenge him had finally
arrived. He grinned and replied, "Master Andrew, you can choose another ve if you want the
challenge."
Andrew turned to face the ves. He pointed at the ves randomly. As and when Andrew pointed at a
target, that person''s face paled. They had all witnessed Andrew''s strength. The targets knew that there
was no escaping death if Andrew picked them. Andrew''s fingers were now like the sickle of death, the
person who was chosen by him would go to see the King of Hell.
Finally, Andrew''s eyes stayed fixed on Zen. He hooked his fingers andughed, "You,e on!"
Everyone looked where Andrew was pointing. An audible gasp could be heard when they realized he
was pointing at Zen!
A death match for a ve could only have one of two oues - either the target won, or he died
trying.
Zen was considered a part of the Luo n, even after the rebellion. In these past two years that he had
been relegated as a ve, none of the children had truly hurt him. They hadn''t shown this kind of
mercy and thoughtfulness toward the other punchbags, however.
But today, Andrew had selected Zen. This was beyond everyone''s expectations. Some shook their
heads in pity when they realized that Zen would probably die today.
"Finally,e!"
Zen didn''t hesitate. Nor did he say anything. He simply walked out from where the ves stood,
climbed into the arena with no expression on his face. As he approached Andrew, Zen arched his
hands and said, "Master Andrew, please."
"Cousin Zen, why are you being so polite?" Andrew replied as he squinted at Zen.N?velDrama.Org: text ? owner.