With the enemy dead, Mr. Zhang glanced around. After confirming there were no threats remaining, he patted Ji Jue on the shoulder.

“Not bad. I was just about to step in and help, but you actually handled it yourself.” He sighed, impressed. “Though you did jump the gun a little…”

Looking at the outrageous scene before him, he couldn’t help but pat his bald head.

The destructive power of young people really couldn’t be underestimated. He had only looked away for a moment, and things had escalated to this extent. Was this what they called the new generation surpassing the old?

Back when he was young, risking his life only ever meant smashing a few walls at most, but the new Chosen Ones were starting to look like demolition crews. Wen Wen was already rough enough when she acted, but now even Ji Jue was showing signs of surpassing her. 

Mr. Zhang bared his teeth slightly and once again mourned the funds of North Mount District. Things were probably not going to be easy from here on out.

“Mr. Zhang, how long have you been watching?” Ji Jue asked, snapping back to his senses.

Mr. Zhang waved his palm-leaf fan, dodging the question. “I just arrived! Ah, the Wasteland Assembly assassins really are troublesome. They’re a pain in the ass.”

Ji Jue thought, Pain in the ass? More like pain in the hand[1]!

“Hey, I just wanted to see how you kids would perform. How can you grow without going through some challenges?”

Grow? Me? You sure about that?

Ji Jue’s face twitched. Numbly, he replied, “Based on my experience, people who go through too many storms usually don’t grow. They just get washed away by the waves.”

As his spirit matter recovered slightly, Ji...