Si Lin might not even have been aware of the Martial Path's existence. In his eyes, as long as he had a weapon in hand, there was no way he would lose to someone unarmed.
"Not interested," Wu Tian said, shaking his head slightly. To him, Si Lin didn't even qualify as an ant.
Just as Si Lin raised his carrying pole to strike, Wu Tian let out a soft hum.
Instantly, ripples spread through the air, carrying a concussive force.
"No!" Si Lin felt as if something had slammed into him, and he howled as his entire body was sent flying backward.
BOOM.
His body smashed against a wall by the roadside, the impact shattering his bones and causing him to vomit blood.
"Waaah... It hurts..."
Si Lin was a lazy man who couldn't stand hardship; otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed in this village his whole life. Now, the sheer pain made him burst into tears.
"How pathetic," Wu Tian said, shaking his head.
