Punish the Heavens and Punish the Gods - Chapter 03
Right then, my stomach growled loudly — clearly protesting. No doubt about it, I was starving.
So I went looking for a restaurant.
The place I found was packed with people, yet quiet and refined — way more elegant than anything back in the Orc Kingdom. I stepped inside, taking in the soft lighting and polished decor, and soon a waiter came over with a friendly smile.
“Welcome, sir. What would you like to order?”
“Bring me a bottle of Daughter Red and a few plates of appetizers,” I said casually.
The waiter jotted down my order, nodded, and said, “Right away!”
About twenty minutes later, the dishes arrived — steaming hot and beautifully plated. I picked up my chopsticks, took a deep breath, and couldn’t help shouting out of habit, “Alright, I’m digging in!”
Then I started devouring the food like a starving beast.
Between mouthfuls, I muttered to myself, “So this is human cuisine? Delicious! So damn delicious!”
Apparently, I was speaking a bit too loudly.
Everyone in the restaurant turned to look at me — some frowning, others whispering. I could even hear a few mutter, “Weirdo.”
Realizing I’d embarrassed myself, I quickly shut my mouth and kept eating quietly.
Just then, the door opened, and another customer walked in — a young man in a green martial uniform.
There were no empty tables left, and since mine had two seats but only I was using one, he came over and asked politely, “Brother, would you mind if I shared your table?”
I glanced up indifferently, then nodded. “Go ahead.”
He sat down and ordered confidently, “Waiter, bring me twenty chicken legs!”
I glanced at him again, a little surprised. “You eat that much?”
He grinned. “Of course! How can a martial artist train properly on an empty stomach? Strength starts with food!”
I chuckled. “So, how strong are you, then? And what’s your name?”
He smiled, clearly proud. “My fighting technique, Wind and Cloud Art, has reached the fifth level. Name’s Lu Peng. What about you? What’s your name, brother?”
His answer startled me. Fifth level? My own strongest art — the Exploding Eighteen Punches — was only at the peak of level four!
“I’m Yan Jie Lie Xia,” I replied, still a little amazed.
“Interesting name,” Lu Peng said with a grin. “How about we become friends?”
“Sure,” I said simply.
Before we could continue chatting, the restaurant door suddenly slammed open with a loud BANG!
Everyone turned.
A pale, pampered young man swaggered in with two lackeys at his back. He looked arrogant — the kind of guy who thought the world existed to serve him.
“Waiter!” he barked. “Bring me a bottle of Ten Thousand Miles Fragrance wine and a bowl of lion meat!”
The other customers recognized him instantly. One by one, they paid their bills and hurried out — clearly not wanting trouble.
The poor waiter froze, sweating nervously. “M-Master Bai… our best wine is Daughter Red, and as for lion meat… sir, that’s—”
Before he could finish, the young man’s face twisted in anger. He slapped the waiter across the face and shouted, “I don’t care how you do it! Get me Ten Thousand Miles Fragrance and lion meat — or your little shop won’t see tomorrow!”
“B-but, Master Bai, that’s impossible!” the waiter stammered.
“I don’t care!” the man snapped. “Tell your boss — if I don’t get what I want, I’ll smash this place to pieces!”
Just then, the shopkeeper hurried out from the back. “Master Bai, you were looking for me?”
Bai grabbed him by the collar and struck him hard across the face. The shopkeeper fell to the ground, trembling.
Watching this, I felt my anger boil.
“So this is the so-called noble Young Master Bai?” I thought. “Arrogant, cruel, and even dares to eat lion meat — the meat of my own kind! I thought humans were kind… but it seems there are rotten ones too. I’ll teach this brat a lesson!”
My fists tingled with energy. Without a second thought, I gathered fire magic and hurled a fireball straight at him.
Boom!
The blast hit perfectly. Flames leapt across his clothes.
“Ahhhh! Help! Someone kill that assassin!” he screamed, rolling on the floor to put out the fire. “Whoever kills him will get five hundred gold coins!”
At the mention of money, his two guards immediately charged toward me.
I was about to counterattack when Lu Peng stepped in front of me. “You’ve already dealt with Master Bai,” he said with a grin. “Leave these two idiots to me.”
I smirked. “Alright, they’re all yours.”
Lu Peng spun his hands and released two powerful whirlwinds. The guards were instantly caught in the tornado, tossed around helplessly.
Watching, I thought to myself, “Not bad — I can do that too, but I can only manage one whirlwind at a time…”
Soon, both of Bai’s men were barely breathing.
Meanwhile, Bai himself had finally extinguished the fire. Seeing his men defeated, he didn’t even look worried — just furious. “Useless trash!” he yelled.
Then he glared at me. “Do you even know who I am?”
I shrugged. “Don’t know. Don’t care.”
He sneered. “Then you won’t have to know — because you’re about to die.”
As he spoke, strange symbols glimmered in his eyes — twin yin-yang symbols that spun like tiny suns.
Lu Peng shouted from behind me, “Yan Jie Lie Xia, careful! That’s Light Magic — Infinite Eye! Don’t look directly at him! If your magic power’s weaker, you’ll fall into his illusion and end up a vegetable!”
Vegetable, huh? I suddenly remembered something my grandmother once told me: “An orc’s mind can never be taken by illusion.”
So this magic was useless against me.
Instead of backing away, I switched tactics. I stopped using the Eighteen Exploding Punches and instead gathered my strength for the Eighteen Palms of the Dragon!
A tiny golden dragon coiled in my palm, roaring softly before shooting forward — growing larger and larger until it slammed right into Bai’s stomach.
He flew backward, crashing to the ground, the glow fading from his eyes.
“Now’s my chance!” I said under my breath.
I immediately unleashed my grandmother’s dark magic — Shadow Duel: Nether Thorns!
Black spikes shot up from the ground, piercing straight through him.
Bai let out a horrible scream, and then — silence.
He was dead.
Lu Peng started clapping. “Bravo! Brother, you’re incredible. I think you’re even stronger than me!”
I gave him a slight smile, pride swelling in my chest. “Heh, that was only half of my Eighteen Palms’ power.”
Lu Peng laughed and turned to the shopkeeper. “Well, shopkeeper, we just saved your restaurant, didn’t we?”
The shopkeeper, however, looked pale as a ghost. His voice trembled. “You… you killed him… You’ve killed Master Bai…”