THE MASTER OF TEN THOUSAND REALMS

Chapter 3: The Inevitable Revenge

Bari wiped the blood flowing from the corner of his lips. Anger burned in his eyes. He stood up trembling and pointed at Tirta with intense hatred.

"Beat him up! I want him destroyed! Break his legs and arms! Show him no mercy!" Bari shouted furiously.

Hearing the order, several young men standing behind Bari immediately moved forward. They quickly surrounded Tirta. Although they had been shocked by the strength Tirta had just displayed, their confidence remained firm. To them, Tirta was still nothing more than a piece of trash who did not deserve to be called a cultivator.

"Come on, prove that you're not a loser, Tirta!" one of them mocked as he attacked first.

Tirta did not answer. His eyes were sharp, filled with the calmness of someone who had endured more suffering than the people before him could ever imagine. When the first attack came, his body moved with a speed that ordinary eyes could not follow.

Bam!

Tirta struck the young man's stomach with a palm filled with Spiritual Energy. The young man was sent flying backward and slammed heavily onto the ground, groaning in pain while clutching his stomach.

"What?!" one of the others exclaimed in shock. However, before he could react, Tirta had already appeared in front of him.

With a swift movement, Tirta kicked his opponent's knee, forcing the man to kneel. He then struck the opponent's elbow with tremendous force, breaking his arm.

Crack!

A scream of pain echoed around them.

"I already gave you a chance to leave," Tirta said in a low voice filled with menace. "But you chose to stay and fight. Don't blame me for what happens next."

Bari began to feel frightened. "What are you doing?! Attack him together! Don't be afraid!" he shouted, trying to hide the panic that was beginning to creep into his heart.

The remaining young men charged at Tirta simultaneously. However, like a storm sweeping away dry leaves, they were unable to touch Tirta even once.

Tirta moved like a shadow, beating them one by one. His hands broke bones, his kicks shattered their defenses, and his aura made them feel as if they were suffocating.

Finally, only Bari remained.

Tirta slowly approached him. His face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with menace. "Bari, five years ago, I remained silent when you trampled on my dignity. But today..."

Bari stepped backward trembling, cold sweat flowing down his forehead. "D-don't come any closer! You know who I am! My father is one of the elders of the Handoyo Family! If you hurt me, you'll regret it!"

Tirta did not stop. "Your father may have been able to protect you in the past, but this time..."

With a single movement, Tirta grabbed Bari's arm and twisted it forcefully.

Crack!

Bari's scream shook the morning air. He fell to the ground, writhing in pain while clutching his now-broken arm.

Tirta looked at him coldly. "Bari, if you dare bother me again, I won't be this merciful."

Without saying another word, Tirta turned around and walked away, leaving behind a pile of bodies sprawled across the ground.

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Bari grimaced in pain as he sat on a bench inside the Medical Hall. His right arm was wrapped in thick bandages, while several of his companions lay on treatment beds, groaning softly.

When Yanto and Melan entered the room, the atmosphere immediately became tense. Saiyan stepped forward with a sharp gaze, followed by Melan, who crossed her arms and looked impatient to find out what had happened.

"What happened to you, Rong?" Yanto asked, his voice low but clearly filled with irritation.

Bari lowered his head, ashamed to admit his defeat. However, after seeing Saiyan's cold gaze, he had no choice. "It... It was Tirta!" His voice trembled.

Melan raised an eyebrow, half disbelieving. "Tirta? Are you serious? That piece of trash did this to you?"

Bari bit his lip, anger and humiliation covering his face. "I don't know how he did it! He wasn't like the Tirta we knew! He beat all of us, and he even broke my arm!"

Yanto narrowed his eyes. "Tirta? So he's the one who caused all this?"

Bari nodded quickly. "He's changed, Brother Saiyan! His strength... He's even faster than me! I don't know how he became so strong!"

Melan clicked her tongue, her expression filled with contempt. "You must be joking. Tirta? There's no way he could be that strong. You were probably careless."

Bari shook his head vigorously. "No, I wasn't careless! I attacked with all my strength, but he caught my attack as if it were nothing! He beat me and the others as if we meant nothing!"

Yanto thought for a moment before turning toward Melan. "If what he says is true, then we can't let this continue. Tirta has become far too bold."

Melan slowly nodded. "He needs to be reminded of his place. But if he has really changed, we need to be more careful."

Yanto smiled faintly, his eyes filled with schemes. "Don't worry. I know how to deal with someone like him. But before that, I want to make sure of something."

Yanto looked coldly at Bari. "Rong, tell me where he is now."

Bari was stunned, then answered quietly, "I don't know. After beating us, he simply left."

Yanto nodded. "Very well. I'll find him myself. Melan, come with me. We'll show Tirta that he is still nothing more than trash beneath our feet."

Melan smiled mockingly. "Of course. I'm already sick of hearing his name."

Yanto and Melan turned around, leaving the Medical Hall with a cold and oppressive aura.

Meanwhile, outside the Handoyo Family residence...

Tirta walked along a path far from the center of the residence. The cool morning air brushed against his face. His expression was calm, but in his mind, he was contemplating his next move.

Tirta continued walking while looking at the bright blue screen in front of him. Information about his status was clearly displayed on the screen:

[User Status]

Name: Tirta Handoyo

Cultivation: Earth Realm, One Star

Experience Points: 50

Available Skills: None

He frowned. "50 Experience Points? Is this just a number? Or can it be used for something?"

The system's voice suddenly sounded inside his mind, its tone mechanical and cold yet clear:

[Experience Points can be used to enhance the user's abilities and unlock new skills. Does the user wish to access the menu?]

Tirta stopped walking for a moment. "Menu? Of course, show me."

The screen in front of him changed, displaying more specific options.

[Menu]

1. Basic Skills

Spiritual Energy Slash (10 Points): A basic attack enhanced with Spiritual Energy.

Shadow Step (20 Points): A movement technique that allows the user to move like a shadow.

2. Cultivation Enhancement

Accelerate cultivation to Earth Realm, Two Stars (1,000 Points).

Tirta carefully examined the options. "There are only two skills I can buy right now. But with 50 Points, I can only choose one or save them for something greater."

He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Shadow Step sounds interesting. If I want to survive in the Black Mist Forest, mobility will be very useful."

However, the system's voice spoke again, as if understanding his hesitation.

[Recommendation: Using Experience Points on a basic skill before entering a dangerous area can increase the user's chances of survival.]

Tirta smiled faintly. "Very well, System. I'll trust you for now. My second choice is Shadow Step. Activate it!"

[Confirmation. 20 Points have been used. Shadow Step has been successfully activated.]

At the same time, a strange sensation flowed through Tirta's body. Information about the movement technique was immediately implanted into his mind, as if he had trained it for years.

He took a step backward, trying to use Shadow Step for the first time. His body moved with incredible speed, leaving almost no trace where he had been standing moments before.

Tirta smiled with satisfaction. "Amazing. With this, I can explore the Black Mist Forest without worrying about being surrounded by wild beasts."