Tang Huan was extremely familiar with these three people. The tall and st.u.r.dy teenager that was so close to him was called Tang Hong, the teenager in black was called Tang Jiang, and the skinny teenager was called Tang Junjie.

　　There were three great families in Nu Lang (Furious Waves) City, and the Tang family was one of them.

　　The Tang Family's Patriarch Tang Tianren had two younger brothers, Tang Tians.h.i.+ and Tang Tianfeng. Amongst them, Tang Hong was Tang Tians.h.i.+'s youngest son, while Tang Jiang was Tang Tianfeng's second son.

　　As for Tang Junjie, he was also a Disciples of the Tang family.

　　Tang Huan's ident.i.ty as an illegitimate child was not a secret in the Tang Family. Since he was young, Disciples of the Tang Family would often humiliate and bully him.

　　Tang Hong, Tang Jiang and Tang Junjie were only three out of them.

　　Tang Huan had swore to make everyone who bullied him pay, and because of this, even if he did not succeed in ten years, he had never given up on cultivating.

　　"You dog, you still dare to glare at me? Fine, let this old man help you relax your bones again!"

　　Seeing Tang Huan staring at him fiercely, Tang Hong felt like a shark smelling the smell of blood, he grinned, and then smashed his palm onto Tang Huan's shoulder.

　　This morning, they met Tang Huan on the road and didn't pay attention to the severity of the attack. Beating him to death made Tang Hong and the others feel a little guilty, so they came over to take a look at the situation in the evening.

　　Seeing that Tang Huan was looking down on him, Tang Hong immediately became fearless.

　　The moment the palm touched Tang Huan's shoulder, Tang Hong snickered. Using his five fingers, he prepared to use the same method to lift Tang Huan up and throw him out, throwing him into the mud like a dog.

　　But after a moment, the smile on Tang Hong's face froze, although his claws were gripping Tang Huan's shoulders, Tang Huan's body did not move at all.

　　"Bam!"

　　Immediately after, Tang Hong felt as if his abdomen was struck by a thousand kilogram boulder, and all of his intestines seemed to have been broken into countless pieces. After letting out a miserable howl, he clutched his stomach and bent down like a cooked shrimp, his ferocious face immediately wrinkling into a chrysanthemum.

　　"You, you … This dog … "Ah …"

　　Tang Hong found it hard to believe the fist that just left his abdomen, but before he could even curse out loud, he was replaced by a sharp cry from his throat. He then floated up and spun a few rounds in the air, then was thrown away like a cloud.

　　"Plop!"

　　Tang Hong's burly body landed heavily on the road outside of the smithy, and started to chew on the mud.

　　"This... "What's going on?"

　　"Are my eyes playing tricks on me?"

　　Tang Jiang and Tang Junjie were originally standing to the side, waiting to watch a good show, but they didn't expect to see such a scene in the end. For a moment, the two were so shocked that their eyeb.a.l.l.s nearly popped out of their sockets.

　　Tang Huan stood under the roof and looked at his right hand with surprise and joy.

　　That Tang Hong was the same age as the youth Tang Huan, but the only difference was that Tang Hong had already opened five spirit veins.

　　In the past, when he had met Tang Hong, he had only been beaten up;

　　This time, Tang Huan had actually intended to risk being beaten black and blue in order to make Tang Hong suffer.

　　Although he had opened three spirit veins today and become a first stage Martial Disciples, there was still a gap of two spirit veins between him and Tang Hong, and he did not feel that he could defeat Tang Hong. However, he never thought that he would be able to make Tang Hong into such a miserable state with just a single punch.

　　"Pui!" "Bah!"

　　Tang Hong finally regained his senses, he spat out the sand in his mouth, and rolled over as he climbed back up. Not only was he bleeding from his nose, even two of his incisors were broken.

　　"You're courting death, you dog!"

　　Tang Hong shouted out angrily from the embarra.s.sment. With a keng qiang sound, the sword at his waist was unsheathed.

　　He had thought that Tang Huan would resist, but he didn't care at all. The counterattack of an ordinary person was completely unable to threaten him, who was about to be promoted to Martial Disciples. However, the sudden turn of events had given him a hard time. He had actually been beaten up by a fellow who had bullied him for so many years.

　　At this moment, Tang Hong felt a burning sensation on his face, and his pair of angry eyes seemed to spew fire. He almost wanted to punch the face in front of him into pieces.

　　In just a few steps, Tang Hong was able to endure the pain in his stomach, and with a wave of the sword, he arrived in front of Tang Huan.

　　"Meteor hammer!"

　　Tang Hong roared out with red eyes, he waved his hand and the sword in his hand was like an iron hammer that was thrown straight at Tang Huan's face, it was actually as fast as a meteor, bringing about a burst of sound.

　　Although this "meteor hammer" had the word "hammer", it was not a hammer technique. Instead, it was a sword art.

　　Amongst the low rank combat skills of the Tang Clan, the "meteor hammer" could be considered quite good.

　　Its most striking features were the word "heavy" and the word "fast." Sword was as heavy as a hammer, and the speed of the sword was as fast as a shooting star. Tang Hong had practiced the "Meteor Hammer" for many years now, and had learnt the essence of this low level battle skill.

　　In his previous life, Tang Huan had never fought with anyone, and after his rebirth in this world, he had not had the time to cultivate his battle skills. Although Tang Huan had learned a fist art, it didn't have any power to speak of, and it was basically impossible for him to fight his opponent with his fist.