Chapter 3: Who Is the Waster, After All?!

"My God! D-dead people are coming out of the coffin?"

The skinny guy was the first to react, rolling and crawling out more than ten meters before collapsing on the ground, his eyes filled with terror as he stared at the hand reaching out of the coffin.

The scarred hulk was also terrified. He had been hovering over the girl, but now he jumped up like a frightened toad, retreating several steps with a series of thuds!

Miao Ling finally escaped from his clutches and rushed to the coffin in two quick steps. She grabbed the fist that Chen Shen had extended, half-believing and half-doubting, "Young Master? You're not dead? Am I dreaming...?"

Feeling his fist held by two soft, smooth little hands, the sensation...

"Cough, cough, Miao Ling, let go of me first and move away from the coffin. After I deal with those two scumbags, I'll let you hold it as much as you want."

Hearing the familiar voice, the girl was first startled, but when she heard the part about "let you hold it as much as you want," her face instantly turned cherry red, and she quickly let go and stepped back.

Once she was safely out of the way, Chen Shen, following the memories of the person he possessed, circulated the abundant mystic energy within his body, expanding it outward, and then forcefully broke free with his limbs— "Break!"

"Boom!"

In the next moment, the solid wood coffin was shattered to pieces, with countless splinters flying and stirring up a cloud of dust.

As the dust settled, a teenager of about fifteen or sixteen stood firmly on his feet, his back straight as a pine tree, his face stern as iron!

"When did Young Master become so strong? He can even release mystic energy to shatter a coffin. This cultivation must have reached at least the Mystic Realm!" Miao Ling blinked her large, bright eyes, quite amazed.

Although Miao Ling was not a mystic energy cultivator, having grown up in the Chen family courtyard, she had a much deeper understanding of martial arts than her peers, and she was well aware of the difference between a Mystic Apprentice and a Mystic Practitioner.

A Mystic Apprentice can only attach mystic energy to their body to provide strength enhancement.

A Mystic Practitioner can release mystic energy to attack from a distance.

Just yesterday, Chen Shen was only a pitiful three-star Mystic Apprentice.

At fifteen, not to mention the imperial capital's families, even in this second-tier town's mystic energy academy, his cultivation was at the bottom of the class.

But now, he had burst forth with such powerful mystic energy, shattering the wooden coffin!

Even seeing it with her own eyes, Miao Ling found it hard to believe...

Miao Ling rubbed her eyes hard and focused on the teenager not far away:

He was slightly thin but not short at all.

A high nose bridge, bright and clear eyebrows.

His black hair contrasted with his wheat-colored skin. Though not a handsome man, he was very capable.

"This person must be Young Master!"

Compared to Miao Ling's surprise, the two coffin bearers were now filled with fear!

"Chen Shen? You... you, the waster, weren't you dead? How could it be... how could it be..." The scarred hulk muttered in disbelief, his voice trembling.

As for the timid skinny guy, when Chen Shen burst out of the coffin with a loud boom, he was so frightened that he fainted on the ground, foam still at the corners of his mouth, and was actually scared to death!

A cold light flashed in Chen Shen's eyes as he glanced at the skinny guy's corpse: "Scared to death? You died comfortably, so you got off easy!"

Then, the teenager turned his angry gaze toward the scarred man and walked toward him step by step.

The scarred hulk had molested Miao Ling and injured Old Shun!

These two crimes, like two heavy hammers, struck Chen Shen's heart, causing him immense pain!

He was in pain, and someone had to suffer with him!

And it had to be ten times, a hundred times worse than his own pain!

In an instant, the teenager's anger surged, and his killing intent was intense!

The dense aura of anger and killing intent stirred up a whirlwind of mystic energy, causing the nearby tree branches to tremble and leaves to fall!

The "rustling" sound, to the scarred man's ears, was like the call of death...

"Mystic energy release? Mystic Practitioner?"

"Dead people coming back to life and advancing from a three-star Mystic Apprentice to a Mystic Practitioner? Impossible, this can't be true! Damn it! You can't fool me!"

"You're a waster, and you'll always be a waster!"

The scarred hulk kept shouting, as if to bolster his own courage.

Chen Shen let out a cold snort: "Who is the real waster between you and me? Why don't we see who can beat whom?"

The scarred man realized that with the current situation, he and the teenager were bound to have a confrontation.

Run?

If the other party was really a Mystic Practitioner, turning to run would only lead to a quicker death. It was better to fight with all his might!

The one who strikes first has the advantage, the one who strikes second suffers!

With this thought, the scarred hulk, like a mad bull, charged forward, his huge fist aimed at Chen Shen's head, who was walking calmly—

"Ah! Young Master, be careful!"

As Miao Ling's cry rang out, Chen Shen moved.

He did not dodge or evade, but instead, he poured strength into his right fist and charged forward— "Bang!"

In the blink of an eye, the two fists, one large and one small, collided with a thunderous impact!

"Crack!"

The smaller fist pushed forward relentlessly, while the larger, more intimidating fist was shattered on the spot, the sound of bones breaking and flesh tearing was particularly piercing!

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" The scarred hulk screamed in pain, and the anger in his heart was replaced by a sense of fear.

In the previous clash, he had secretly used the low-grade mystic technique "Iron Bull Charge," while the other party had clearly not used any techniques, just a simple and brutal direct attack, and yet it had destroyed his entire right arm!

Only now did the last bit of hope in the scarred hulk's heart completely vanish: it was all real, that waster, Young Master Chen, had inexplicably become a Mystic Practitioner!

An eight-star Mystic Apprentice might seem only two stars away from a one-star Mystic Practitioner, but in reality, there was a huge gap between the two.

A Mystic Apprentice fighting a Mystic Practitioner was like an egg hitting a stone!

The scarred man now deeply regretted it, but it was too late.

His beastly actions toward Miao Ling and the old steward had stirred Chen Shen's killing intent.

The teenager's gaze hardened, and as he charged forward, his fists, swollen with mystic energy, rained down like a storm of blows:

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Under the enhancement of the Mystic Practitioner's mystic energy, the scarred man couldn't even see the path of Chen Shen's punches, let alone avoid them.

Head, chest, abdomen, groin...

Each punch hit the flesh, causing bone-deep pain!

The entire process, though described in detail, actually happened in a flash.

When the teenager retracted his fists and stood still, the once arrogant and domineering scarred man was now kneeling on the ground, his head hanging limply, and he muttered weakly, "No, impossible... You're a waster, you were always a waster, how, how could it be...?"

A cold smile curved the corners of Chen Shen's mouth: "Oh? If you can't even beat a waster, what are you then?"