Chapter 2: The Tsundere Fatso

"Fourth-stage Warrior…"

Chu Yunluo scoffed inwardly.

In the Aotian Continent, a world where martial prowess reigned supreme, warriors were divided into seven stages, each further subdivided into four phases: early, middle, late, and peak. Fengqing Town was merely a border town between two nations; producing a warrior at the peak of the fourth stage was enough to count as an expert. No wonder this fatty was so arrogant.

"And if I refuse?"

Chu Yunluo raised an eyebrow. The silver in her hand—there was no reason to hand it over. That simply wasn't her philosophy on life.

"Refuse? Then wait for death."

The fatty was so certain because he couldn't sense a shred of warrior's aura—or anything else—from the red-clad woman before him. Therefore, he concluded she must be an ordinary commoner.

"Little Momo, let's step aside. We'll leave this to dear Little Yu." Chu Yunluo reached out, taking her daughter's small hand. The two of them consciously moved to the side, leaving Chu Xiaoyu standing alone. He widened his innocent, curious eyes, planted his chubby little hands on his hips, and glared at Chu Yunluo: "How can there be such an unscrupulous mother in this world? I just turned five, okay? You want me to deal with all these people?"

"Son, it's precisely because you're at an age that requires tempering that Mother is giving you this precious opportunity." Chu Yunluo spoke with an air of utter nonchalance. "If you're unwilling, Little Momo can go up instead."

The family of three began a heated discussion on exactly who should step up.

The ignored bandits were obviously furious.

"Boss, they're blatantly looking down on us." The skinny man fanned the flames, pushing the arrogant fatty's anger to its boiling point.

"You're courting death."

The fatty gritted his teeth and growled. Simultaneously, his sleeves billowed as if he were treading on wind; his figure flashed rapidly to the front of Chu Xiaoyu, who was furrowing his little brows, contemplating whether to make a move. He reached out, aiming to clamp his hand around Chu Xiaoyu's slender neck.

The onlookers gasped in shock. This adorable boy, who looked like a little celestial immortal, was about to die at this fatty's hands…

Just as the fatty thought he was about to crush the little boy, jumping red flames suddenly erupted around Chu Xiaoyu. They licked out wildly, rapidly condensing into five red fireballs that completely encircled the fatty.

Trapped within, the fatty felt an unbearable scorching heat. In an instant, his clothes turned into a pile of ash.

Chu Yunluo clicked her tongue twice: "Truly mischievous." At the same time, she swiftly covered little Chu Momo's eyes with her hands. This scene wasn't suitable for children, especially a little girl.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed in awe: "It's a Mage!"

This five-year-old boy was actually a Mage! Judging by his casting speed and technique, he should be a Fire-element Mage, and one who had already reached the fourth stage! Five years old, fourth stage! What a terrifying, heaven-defying existence!

Mages weren't rare on the Aotian Continent, but to have such cultivation at such an age was an impossible existence to this group of warriors! Furthermore, cultivating as a Mage required extremely high talent; therefore, Mages held a status far above the ubiquitous warriors on the Aotian Continent.

"Pervert." Chu Xiaoyu began scratching his chubby little face, flashing a contemptuous smile at the fatty.

Who told you to call my mother an ugly woman?

Burning your clothes off is just a warning. If you don't know what's good for you, next time I'll do it for real.