"Triple-Fist Punch!"
Boom!
Followed by a resounding boom, a boy crashed into the ground, coughing out a mouthful of blood.
"D-Damn you! How did a trash like you become so strong?" He grunted in shame, expressing anger in denial, unable to get up as he could feel a couple of his rib bones had cracked.
He had long flaxen hair that was covered by soil now, painting a muddy feeling. His originally cyan dress was shaded brown, covered by traces of dark crimson.
As he struggled to get up, a similarly aged boy, wearing dark green clothes with tattered sleeves approached him, standing before him as a proud voice resounded, "Trash this, trash that, trash whatnot! Who's on the ground now, beaten like a dog? Which of us is the real trash?"
"Y-You trashy bastard!" The boy with flaxen hair stared in anger as a couple of his men quickly propped him up. Glaring at the other party, he snorted in disdain, "Just you wait, I'll be back for revenge, Xiaoan!"
