Chapter 3: Cultivating in a Coffin
Xu Tao, finally, heard someone speaking for the first time.
It was a strange language he hadn’t heard before, but after using his Divine Sense—a technique to trace another person’s thoughts—he instantly grasped their meaning and vocabulary.
He glanced toward the people who were arguing, about three blocks away, and listened in on their conversation.
"Bastard! I was a newbie, alright?! How would I know anything about cultivation?!"
A smaller man shouted in anger, clearly offended by the other’s heckling.
"Don’t you read manuals? Don’t you watch Yuubute tutorials?!" the other man, whose head was styled like a rooster’s crown, cackled mockingly. "Then you’re less than a noob—you’re trash!"
"You...!"
The smaller man couldn’t hold it in anymore and launched a punch... a flimsy punch that wouldn’t even scare a butterfly.
’Poor posture, poor angle, poor speed, poor everything...’ Xu Tao instantly evaluated, like a disappointed teacher about to scold a hopeless student.
But his surprise didn’t end there.
"Ugh! You fucking...!" the rooster-head man grunted, not even bothering to dodge.