NABC Chapter 366 Fatty's Struggles
Chapter 366 Fatty's Struggles
A metal chariot rattled along the cobbled path leading toward Rosewood City, the creaking wheels struggling to keep pace with the powerful strides of the two bulls pulling it—one red, one black.
The city's entrance loomed ahead, bustling with a large crowd who held several flags with symbols.
The road was lined with merchants hawking their goods, children playing in the shadows of the trees, and travelers making their way into the vibrant heart of the city.
The air was thick with the scents of roasted meats and sweet pastries, mixed with the earthy aroma of the forest that surrounded the city.
Riding at the front of the chariot was a young man, round in stature with a face flushed. This was Fatty Ben, known to all by his affectionate nickname.
He held the pulling threads of the bulls with a practiced grip, his pudgy fingers surprisingly skilful as he guided the creatures forward. Despite the chariot's steady movement, his brows were furrowed in concentration, sweat beading on his forehead as he tried to maintain the perfect balance between speed and control.
Behind him, sitting in the back of the chariot with an air of stern authority, was his master, Leonard III. Leonard was a man of strict discipline and unwavering standards. His eyes, sharp as an eagle's, never left the path ahead or the posture of his young disciple. He had the look of someone who had seen too many students fall short of his expectations, and he wasn't about to let this one off easy.
"Watch your grip on the rope!" Leonard barked, his voice cutting through the clatter of the chariot. "You're too stiff on the left—loosen your hold, or you'll throw the bulls off balance!"
Fatty Ben flinched at the criticism, his hands instinctively relaxing, though his heart pounded even harder in his chest. He is riding the chariot like a professional, but still, his master found fault in every move he made.
The initial enthusiasm he'd felt when he first started learning had long since faded, replaced by a grim determination born out of necessity.
It hadn't been an easy road for Fatty Ben. When he first arrived to learn chariot riding, he had been met with sneers and derision. The other disciples, far more advanced in their training and cultivation, had seized every opportunity to mock him.
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Golden Bamboo City...
The Eternal Sun Sect, once a respectable yet modest establishment in Golden Bamboo City, had transformed almost overnight into a top sect.
The catalyst for this remarkable rise was none other than Kent Clark. His name had become legendary, spoken with reverence, admiration.
After Kent was offered the position of Supreme by the Wizard Association, the sect's fortune took a dramatic turn.
The resources provided by the wizard association were akin to most powerful prime families, and with such wealth came unprecedented growth.
The Eternal Sun Sect, which had once struggled to attract talent, now found itself buried with applications. The number of disciples tripled in mere months, forcing the peak master to raise the standard of selection to ensure only the best were admitted.
The sect's reputation soared to such heights that it was recognized as a top-tier sect by the Wizard Association, an honor that solidified its status and attracted even more ambitious cultivators from across the realms.
The legend of Kent Clark was the fuel driving this meteoric rise. His name echoed in the halls, whispered among the disciples, and shouted from the rooftops of Golden Bamboo City.
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Thank you...