Vajra Mortal Realm! A 3-Year-Old Cutie Beats Up a Hot-Blooded Youth?

"I don't believe you! Let's try again!"

Lei Wujie shook his numb right hand. The index finger that had just blocked the sword was now as red as a carrot and was still trembling slightly uncontrollably.

His once carefree face now held away all its disdain, replaced by a solemn expression and... a profound doubt about life.

Just a moment ago, he clearly felt an extremely domineering internal force. It was definitely not some innate divine power, but a real Vajra Realm expert!

A three-year-old Vajra Mortal Realm?

If word gets out, the elders of Lei Family Fort will probably laugh their ancestral graves to pieces!

"Hehe, Big Red Brother, don't run away! Take another bite from Nuonuo's sword!"

Little Nuomi didn't care what Lei Wujie was thinking. She just thought this older brother was tough and fun, much more interesting than those building blocks that would just break.

The little girl pushed off the ground with both feet, her body shooting up like a golden cannonball.

Although the small wooden sword in his hand had no blade, it emitted a "humming" sound under the golden light, and the air around the sword was distorted by the high temperature of the golden energy!

"Again?!"

Lei Wujie let out a strange cry; this time, he dared not be so arrogant as to catch it with his fingers.

He took a deep breath, shoved his feet into the floor, and assumed the starting stance of Lei Family Fort's "Wufang Fist".

Although I can't draw my sword or use fire techniques (for fear of burning the child), I can defend myself with my fists, right?

"I'll only defend, not attack! I refuse to believe I can't even outlast a three-year-old's stamina!"

Lei Wujie made up his mind and waved his fists to form a red barrier, trying to block the all-pervasive small wooden sword.

However, he was wrong.

Big mistake!

"Ding ding ding ding ding!"

A series of rapid impacts echoed through the tavern, like rain pattering on banana leaves.

Little Nuomi's offensive was like a storm, giving Lei Wujie no chance to catch his breath!

Her short stature, which was originally a disadvantage, became a huge advantage in close combat.

She was like a nimble little monkey, circling around Lei Wujie's long legs, targeting his lower body and armpits.

What's even more deadly is that her wooden sword seems to be able to draw upon the spiritual energy of the surrounding world!

With each thrust of his sword, Lei Wujie felt the surrounding air become incredibly viscous, as if an invisible hand was pulling at his movements, making his originally powerful and unparalleled Wufang Fist become sluggish and difficult to execute.

"What...what kind of demonic sword technique is this?!"

Lei Wujie grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed, fine beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

He, a genius disciple of the Lei Family Fortress, was now forced into a state of panic and forced to retreat repeatedly!

"Snapped!"

With a cunning upward flick, the small wooden sword struck Lei Wujie's wrist hard.

"Ouch—it hurts!"

Lei Wujie gasped, his wrist instantly turning red and swollen.

In the corner, Xiao Se leisurely held a teacup, gently blowing away the foam, his eyes, which were always half-asleep, were full of mockery.

"Tsk tsk tsk, is this the power of the Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall?"

Xiao Se activated his merciless, sarcastic mode, and slowly said, "Lei Wujie, are you even capable? You can't even beat a three-year-old. If word gets out, Lei Men shouldn't be called Thunderbolt Hall anymore; it should be called 'Child-Abused Hall' instead."

"Xiao Se! Shut up! Come at me if you dare!" Lei Wujie shouted angrily while desperately parrying the attack.

"I'm not as free as you," Xiao Se rolled her eyes. "Besides, you were the one who said you'd play along. Now look what happened, you've been used as a football, haven't you?"

Lei Wujie had no way to express his suffering.

This isn't just playing along; this is clearly him undergoing a tribulation!

He dared not use force, fearing he would hurt the child; but if he didn't use force, he couldn't defend against the little monster's monstrous strength. This was practically hellish!

Just when Lei Wujie was struggling and on the verge of collapse.

Su Changqing, who had been watching the show from the sidelines, finally spoke up.

Open your mouth.

Su Changqing peeled a crystal-clear grape and gently fed it to Li Hanyi, wiping her lips as he did so. His doting husband demeanor contrasted sharply with the intense battle on the other side.

Li Hanyi blushed as she ate the grapes, her beautiful eyes fixed on the battlefield, a hint of surprise flashing in them. When did her daughter become so formidable?

While feeding his wife, Su Changqing glanced casually at Lei Wujie and remarked:

"Nuonuo, don't just focus on chopping off his hand. Look at him, his lower body is unstable, his weight is all on his right foot, his left leg is just for show."

The words were spoken clearly throughout the tavern, without the speaker lowering their voice.

Lei Wujie was taken aback.

Is your lower body unstable? Is your weight on your right foot?

He glanced down instinctively and realized that he had indeed shifted all his weight onto his right leg in order to dodge the sword strike!

"Attack his left knee, three inches from it." Su Changqing's voice rang out again, as calmly as if he were instructing someone on how to chop vegetables.

Words become law!

"Okay!"

Little Nuomi obeys her father's words without question, without needing to think at all.

The small wooden sword in her hand changed direction instantly. The sword, which was originally aimed at Lei Wujie's chest, drew a strange circle in mid-air, and then, like a viper spitting its tongue, went straight for Lei Wujie's left knee!

"Holy crap! They're playing dirty tricks?!"

Lei Wujie was greatly alarmed.

That move was too quick and too tricky!

Moreover, it happened to be right at the awkward point where his old strength had been exhausted and his new strength had not yet emerged!

He tried to lift his leg to avoid it, but his weight was all on his right leg, and he couldn't lift it at all!

There's no other way but to tough it out!

Lei Wujie gritted his teeth and channeled his inner energy to protect his knees.

"Bang!"

The wooden sword touched his knee.

Although his defenses weren't breached, the immense impact still made his knees go weak and his body sway involuntarily.

Before he could even steady himself, Su Changqing's voice, which sounded like a devil's whisper, came again.

"He's about to throw a right punch, that's a feint, just crouch down and sweep his ankle."

Lei Wujie: "???"

How did you know I was going to throw a right punch?!

That thought had indeed just crossed his mind, and his muscles were already starting to tense up!

Can this person read minds?!

But now the arrow is on the bowstring, and it must be released.

Lei Wujie gritted his teeth and threw out his right fist, trying to force Xiao Nuomi back.

however.

A second before he threw his punch, Xiao Nuomi, like a prophet who could foresee the future, suddenly squatted down!

call--!

Lei Wujie's powerful punch landed directly on the air. Due to the excessive force, his body staggered forward a step due to inertia.

"Hey ha! Sweep kick!"

Although Xiao Nuomi has never practiced leg techniques, she has a sword in her hand!

She crouched on the ground, and with her small wooden sword, she swept it horizontally along the ground, striking Lei Wujie's only point of support—his right ankle—with perfect accuracy!

"Snapped!"

"I……"

Lei Wujie felt his feet suddenly sink, and his balance completely collapsed.

He was like a towering building with its pillars collapsing, and under the influence of gravity, he was heading towards the ground in this magical afternoon.

"Bang!"

A loud bang, and dust flew everywhere.

Lei Wujie fell flat on his face.

The entire room fell silent.

Xiao Se paused, holding the teacup to his lips, his mouth twitching slightly.

Although he was sharp-tongued, he never expected Lei Wujie to lose so badly... so decisively.

Li Hanyi raised an eyebrow, her gaze towards Su Changqing now filled with admiration and curiosity.

Those few words of guidance, though seemingly casual, actually pinpointed the fatal flaws in Lei Wujie's moves with pinpoint accuracy.

Even she, a sword immortal, was ashamed of her own eyesight.

"Yay! Nuonuo won!"

Little Nuomi jumped up excitedly from the ground, holding up her little wooden sword and cheering, "Big Red Brother is down!"

Lei Wujie on the ground stirred.

He slowly turned over, lying on his back, staring at the ceiling above him, his eyes lifeless, his face filled with despair.

That iconic red outfit was now covered in dust and looked utterly disheveled.

He is the son of Lei Mengsha, one of the twins of Lei Men, and the younger brother of Xueyue Sword Immortal (though he doesn't know it yet). He is a young hero who is full of ambition and determined to make a name for himself on his journey...

In the very first stop of Snowmoon City, he was defeated by a three-year-old toddler with a wooden sword?

This kind of blow is ten thousand times heavier than being hunted by an assassin!

Little Nuomi obeyed her father's command and thrust her sword at Lei Wujie's left leg.

Lei Wujie was about to kick back when he tripped over his own feet and fell flat on his backside, questioning his existence: "I...I lost?"