"Do you know, right now this is self-defense."
The boy's gentle voice echoed in Bi Wu's mind. Just as he was about to ask why, a tremendous force suddenly struck his face.
Bi Wu felt as if a strong impact hit him, he uncontrollably fell backward. Immediately after, his abdomen throbbed with pain. With his mouth open, he couldn't even scream as he flew backward and, with a 'bang', crashed hard onto the dining table.
The others, seeing the situation wasn't good, rushed toward the boy.
They were all thugs who had spent years on the streets, far more experienced in fighting than any school kids. They mostly relied on ruthless and dirty moves, aiming to take down their opponents with a single strike.
But they had met Bi Xia, someone who had undergone countless training sessions.
With a sweeping kick, Bi Xia brutally sent one person flying, then pivoted and kicked another person in the head with the same force.
