C20 The Fat Sheep Turned into a Ferocious Wolf

"Hey kid, why the halt? Tired, huh? Need a little breather!?" Their taunts were accompanied by hearty laughter.

Zhang Xing joined in with a chuckle. "Gentlemen, you must be carrying quite a few gold coins to be so eager to hand them over to me."

The group was taken aback. Was this cripple out of his mind?

Their laughter roared through the air until, without warning, three magic fireballs hurtled toward them at a blistering pace, narrowly missing their targets.

Their smirks turned to scowls. "Damn, you struck first!"

"Get me my weapon!"

But before the warrior could finish, another trio of fireballs flew at them.

"Ah! Instant magic! He's no apprentice mage; he must be at least a high-level magician," an intermediate mage cried out while evading the fiery assault.

"So what if he's a high-level magician? We've got three warriors here. No matter how quick he is, at this range, it's futile. Surround him!" sneered an advanced warrior.

The three warriors quickly brandished their swords and battle-axes, forming a tight triangle around Zhang Xing, with the three mages positioned three meters behind them.

"On my mark—kill!"

In the blink of an eye, they executed their offensive formation. At the command, the warriors surged forward.

"What a fool, this cripple! He doesn't even retreat in the face of warriors' onslaught, just stands there like an idiot!" the high-level mage scoffed.

"Because he's disabled, retreating isn't exactly easy for him!" the intermediate mage at his side remarked with a sneer, then added, "Looks like we won't even need to lift a finger. Let's just watch."

Simultaneously, the advanced samurai leaped into the air, his massive battle-ax aimed viciously at Zhang Xing's head.

The other two samurai swung their great swords at Zhang Xing's chest.

"I can hardly watch; this kid's about to meet his end," the intermediate mage said, shaking his head with a cold laugh.

But in the next instant, he froze, his eyes bulging in astonishment at the incredible scene unfolding before him.

Zhang Xing dropped his crutches, his body soaring upward, and with astonishing speed, he collided with the advanced warrior mid-air.

The advanced warrior's eyes widened in disbelief. "You, a frail mage, dare to challenge me directly? Are you seeking your own demise?"

His powerful swing with the battle-ax clearly missed its mark on Zhang Xing. Yet, Zhang Xing seemed to harness the energy of the attack, charging back with equal ferocity.

As they braced for impact, the advanced warrior's muscles tensed, ready to deliver a devastating blow. "You're in for it now, kid. I'm about to shatter every bone in your body and leave you a broken mess."

But as this thought crossed his mind, a tiny fist emerged from the folds of a gray robe. It was no larger than a child's, barely the size of his own palm.

There was no time to ponder; his body met the diminutive fist head-on.

The collision was like hitting a mountain. The advanced warrior was wracked with pain, his strength drained, as he uncontrollably plummeted to the ground.

The impact left a massive crater, his organs churning violently within him.

"Ugh!" A spurt of blood escaped his lips.

Staring in shock, he saw Zhang Xing, now perched atop a large boulder, looking down at him.

The two intermediate warriors, who had also missed their chance to strike Zhang Xing, shared looks of astonishment.

"No! This can't be!"

"How can a cripple like you possess such immense power? You couldn't possibly still be an advanced warrior!"

"What? He's still an advanced warrior?"

Nearby, three mages instinctively stepped back, their eyes wide with disbelief...