t about how to further improve his strength. Suddenly, three people blocked his path.
Caught in his thoughts, Chen Wenzhong raised his head and looked coldly at the three people in front of him, unsure of their intentions.
"Hey, hey, hey, what a joke! Why can a mute like you participate in the family competition while we were left out?"
The boy leading the group shouted mockingly at Chen Wenzhong.
"It’s definitely because his father is the clan leader! That's the only reason!"
"Exactly, exactly!"
The other two nodded, agreeing with the leader.
"Swish—!"
Chen Wenzhong took out a piece of paper and a brush from behind his back and began writing.
"Hey! I'm talking to you, you mute relying on your clan leader father! How dare you ignore me, Chen Xuan? Watch as I teach you a lesson!"
Seeing Chen Wenzhong ignore him, Chen Xuan angrily tried to throw a punch but was held back by his two companions.
"Boss Chen Xuan, just talking is enough! If you hit him and the clan leader finds out, we’re dead meat!"
"Yeah, then it will be a big problem!"
Hearing their words, Chen Xuan calmed down a bit, sneering at Chen Wenzhong, "Mute, I'll let you off this time because of your father."
He turned around with an air of coolness and saw what Chen Wenzhong had written.
"'A buffoon is just a buffoon; please don't embarrass yourself in public!'"
"What did you say?! Calling me a buffoon—take this! Rock Crushing Fist!"
Infuriated by Chen Wenzhong’s words, Chen Xuan immediately swung his fist, which glowed with a faint yellow light, indicating he hadn’t fully mastered the technique.
Seeing Chen Xuan's attack, his two companions turned pale and trembled in fear.

(Is this the level of my peers in the Chen family? How weak!)
Chen Wenzhong watched the incoming fist, which seemed ridiculously slow. Unable to wait any longer, he swiftly positioned himself beside Chen Xuan’s arm, effortlessly dodged the punch, and landed a heavy blow to Chen Xuan’s abdomen. Chen Xuan doubled over, his tongue lolling out of his mouth.
"Ahhhh!"
To his two companions' eyes, Chen Xuan had barely extended his fist halfway before he was sent flying to a nearby large tree.
"Ouch, ouch! My stomach and my butt!"
Chen Xuan cried from where he was suspended on a branch.

(Did I hit too lightly?)
Seeing Chen Xuan with only a bruised face, Chen Wenzhong clenched his fist and continued walking towards his home.
"Farewell, Big Brother!"
Chen Xuan's two companions bowed deeply, terrified that Chen Wenzhong might throw them onto the tree as well.
Chen Wenzhong ignored them and walked away, his mind elsewhere.
"Whew, he's gone at last!"
"Yeah, I thought I was going to pee myself!"
Relieved by Chen Wenzhong’s departure, the two companions straightened up and wiped the sweat from their foreheads.
"You two! Hurry and help

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