My Name Is Feng!

It was a hot summer afternoon in the human capital city Eden of the divine continent. A city that was so large that it was made up of several layers. The castle layer in which the castle stood and where the royal family lived. The inner layer which surrounded the castle layer and where Xi family, Bai family, Zan family and Ni family lived. The middle layer which surrounded the inner layer and where cultivators and their families lived. The outer layer which surrounded the middle layer and where the agora was. The slum layer which surrounded the outer layer and where other families and those without a family lived.

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In the slum layer

Twelve boys and girls between the ages of three and thirteen surrounded a six-year-old boy and a five-year-old boy and chanted.

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The six-year-old boy had clean skin, a round-shaped face, short black hair, big blue eyes and wore a clean blue tunic with clean blue pants. He was from the city's middle layer and his name was Zai Jun. And the five-year-old boy had dirty skin, an oval-shaped face, short black hair, big black eyes and wore a dirty grey tunic with dirty grey pants. He was from the city's slum layer and his name was Feng.

"Don't forget what you wagered, Zai Jun," Feng said.

Zai Jun raised his right arm and extended his index finger, pointing it at Feng. "This will not end like last time, Feng! This time, I will defeat you!"

"I will not lose to someone that I have already beaten." Feng ran up to Zai Jun and punched with his right hand. But his fist hit nothing but air as Zai Jun dodged in a speed that was not normal for a normal six-year-old boy, teenager or even an adult. But normal for a cultivator who was at the first rank of the body refinement realm.

"Feng missed!" a boy shouted out.

"He didn't miss!" another boy shouted out. "Zai Jun dodged!"

"Eat this, Feng!" Zai Jun shouted out as he punched with his left hand.

Feng jumped back but Zai Jun's fist still connected. And because Feng was in the air the moment he was hit, he was sent flying to the ground behind him.

"Feng is down!" a girl shouted out.

"Stand up, Feng!" a boy shouted out. "You can't lose!"

Feng jumped up from the ground and looked at Zai Jun. He saw a wide smile on his face and he smiled himself as he thought, "This won't be as boring as I originaly thought."

"You will lose!" Zai Jun shouted out and ran towards Feng.

"Zai Jun is so fast!" a boy shouted out.

"Yeah!" a girl shouted out.

"I can see Zai Jun move and attack but I can't hit or dodge him as I am too slow," Feng thought and smirked. "Normally that is." As his thought concluded, Zai Jun appeared in front of him and punched with his right hand.

Feng breathed in through his nose and jumped to the right, dodging Zai Jun's punch.

"Feng dodged!" as a boy shouted out, Feng turned his body thirty degrees to the left, breathed out of his mouth, breathed in through his nose and punched with his left hand. His fist connected with Zai Jun's right cheek and Zai Jun fell down to the ground.

"Feng landed a hit!" a boy shouted out.

"Zai Jun fell down!" another boy shouted out.

"Stand up Zai Jun!" the third boy shouted out and all the children surrounding Feng and Zai Jun began chanting – "Get up!", "Get up!", "Get up!" As they chanted, Zai Jun looked up at Feng and widely smiled. "Your fists are so light now," he said in a voice loud enough for only Feng to hear and stood up from the ground. And the children switched from chanting – Get up!", "Get up!", "Get up!" to chanting – "Fight!", "Fight!", "Fight!"

"What did you just say?" Feng said.

"I said your fists are light, Feng," Zai Jun said. "You are weak!"

All the children surrounding Feng and Zai Jun stopped chanting. They all gulped down their saliva and took a few steps back as they remembered what happened to the last person that called Feng weak.

…

"—er!"

Feng's eyelids quivered.

"Young master!"

Feng's eyes snapped open. "What happened?" he mumbled and saw a beautiful full moon hanging in the night's clear sky. He stood up from the ground and looked around. He saw Zai Jun. He was lying on the ground with open eyes devoid of life.

"It happened again," Feng thought and he once again heard a voice, "Young master! Where are you?! Young master!" He looked towards it and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a clean grey tunic and pants walking towards him while looking around.

"I better leave before he finds me," Feng thought and walked further and further away from the middle-aged man. When he couldn't see him anymore or hear his shouts, he stopped and looked up at the moon. "Just a few more months," he thought. "In just a few more months I will be six-years-old and I will be able to become a cultivator." His stomach grumbled and he made his way to the outer layer of the city where the agora was.

Reaching it, Feng walked to the part of the agora where food was being sold. Many places were already closed but one was still open and it sold fruit. Although most of the fruits were already sold, one was still there – apples and there were a few of them.

Feng looked at the owner of this place and saw that it was a middle-aged man. The middle-aged man stood with crossed arms and closed eyes. Then, Feng looked at the apples and nodded his head. He slowly approached the stall and extended his arm towards one of the apples. But when he did, the middle-aged man's eyes opened and he shouted out, "Thief!"

Feng clicked his tongue. He grabbed the apple and ran from where he came.

"Guards! Guards!" the middle-aged man shouted out as he chased after Feng.

Feng ran out of the agora. But before he could run out of the outer layer of the city, he got his neck grabbed by someone. But even though his neck got grabbed, he didn't let go off the apple in his hand as it was his dinner.

"What do we have here?" a man's voice sounded. "A filthy thieving rat?"

Feng took in a deep breath through his nose and slammed his right foot down onto the man's foot.

"Owww!" The man screamed out in pain and let go of Feng's neck.

Feng turned around and saw a middle-aged man dressed in a blue tunic and pants.

"You little bastard!" the middle-aged man shouted out. "I was only going to take one of your fingers. But now I am going to take your entire fucking hand!"

Feng frowned. But then, the man turned into dust and from the distance, an extremely beautiful woman came. So beautiful that she even mesmerised Feng who was just a child. She had pale skin, an oval-shaped face, long nordic white hair, pink eyes, big breasts and butt and the perfect hourglass figure. She wore a black yukata with a terrifying dragon embroidered on its right side, a terrifying tiger embroidered on its left side and a sun embroidered on its centre.

"What's your name?" she said in the most beautiful voice that Feng ever heard and he absentmindedly replied, "My name is Feng."