The words I spoke made many bystanders come forward, in fact, most of them were happy I spoke these words because they know me and they know her.
She is the daughter of the sect master, and I'm a washed has been talent, with no power.
"You Trash dare speak ill words of the Young Miss!" some side character spoke all haughtily as he charged me with a powerful punch aiming to lob my head off.
But with a single step to the side a twist of my palm and a touch to his own extended arm… an explosion happened and the entirety of his arm was ruptured apart shattering into a million pieces.
The guy, unbelieving of his own eyes, and with the pain from the blow yet to be registered looked at me in stupefaction.
"Well, if I'm trash what does that make you?" I spoke and then the blood from his arm or what's left of it churned out like a fountain.
"Anyone else wants to prove themselves more trash than me come at me," I said.
