"System, raise the level of the peasant and swordsman classes to level 2."
Ding!
[10 gold subtracted]
["Peasant" class increased by one level]
[Peasant class raised to level 2]
[ 0.1 points added to physique]
Ding!
[20 gold coins subtracted]
[Swordsman class increased by one level]
[Swordsman class reached level 2]
[ 0.2 points added to physique]
...
[Current physique: 1.65 ( 0.13)]
Maxi felt a mysterious power appear from nowhere in his body, it ward his body as it ran through every organ, vein and bone in his body drastically strengthening them.
He smiled slightly and forced his way between the two n, jostling them fiercely.
This made the eyes of many in the bar widen, for these two n seed to possess a great deal of muscular power - at least, they were much stronger than ordinary soldiers.
But today, a handso young man with blond hair had easily pushed them aside.
Of course, there was the fact that they were unprepared, but it already showed that the young man was not weak.
As Maxi ca dangerously close to the man who had spilled the beer, Andrew, who had kept his head down until now and was unaware of his surroundings, began to laugh.
His laughter growing louder by the second.
But after 5 seconds, he stopped, stood up from his chair and turned around.
The man with the beer t Andrew's gaze.
"So you're the little shit who spilled his beer on ?"
His angry voice carried across the bar, spreading a certain excitent among the individuals in the bar.
Before the man could say anything, he saw Andrew's forehead coming dangerously close to him very quickly.
But thanks to his good reflexes, he quickly dodged, but to his horror, Andrew only thought of creating distance between them to gain montum and sent a blow into his stomach.
He didn't have ti to get his guard up before receiving Andrew's destructive blow!
*Crack*
No doubt the beer-spiller's ribcage had been partially shattered.
His face suddenly went pale as he knelt before Andrew, clutching his stomach and grimacing.
He felt a current rush down his throat, but before he could evacuate anything, Andrew's knee landed in his head, knocking him out cold.
His heavy body made a deafening noise in the bar.
Custors expecting a good show took a deep breath upon seeing such a spectacle.
"Shit, this guy's completely finished."
"Hey, is that guy still alive after that?"
"What a scary sequence..."
"Haha he really got the wrong person this ti"
...
Murmur after murmur in the bar, but no one dared raise their voice...well, except one person.
"Haha Andrew well done on that!" comnted Maxi aloud, laughing.
"You took your ti, boss," replied Andrew, smiling.
The other mbers of the group woke up as they too reacted:
"Haha well done Andrew, I didn't think you were that strong already!" comnted Ronny enthusiastically.
"Hey chief, did you see that too? Andrew's gotten super strong!" continued Joe, laughing.
"To take that guy down in 2 moves, you'd have to be," Piedro asserted respectfully.
...
"So these kids are rcenaries?" muttered a man with a scar over his right eye, which incidentally was white. He stood at the end of a rectangular table, where more than twenty n were seated.
"Avenge Opo", he ordered the n beside him.
In a single movent, they all stood up and moved towards Andrew, Maxi and the rest of the saber-toothed tigers.
"Haha no worries chief, we'll teach those little brats a lesson!"
"It's been a while since we've all stood up together for a battle like this!"
"Hey there's only 9 of them, try to leave one for guys!"
...
Noticing the noisy movent, the saber-toothed tiger rcenaries focused their attention on them.
"Hey chief, it's getting hot there isn't it?" asked Jas with a few drops of sweat.
He wasn't the only one; everyone could see that these n were rcenaries, and no doubt each of them had already taken lives on the battlefield.
This also ant that each of them was slightly better than ordinary, well-trained soldiers!
But Maxi on the other hand was rather cheerful.
"No Jas, it's getting fun," Maxi declared with a slight smile.
He wasn't saying that because he was a battle nut, no even he could see they were going to get slaughtered.
In this world, as in the real world, it was difficult with two hands to beat 4.
However, if they could lay most of these guys out in front of them, then their group would get a very good reputation!
Even if that wasn't the case, as long as they showed enough ferocity and cohesion then it would make people want to join them!
So it's all to the good, since it'll make it easier for him to recruit mbers in the future, and even the salaries he'll be asking for will go down - what a joy!
Andrew stood next to Maxi, then without warning dashed off alone towards the rcenaries opposite.
He had also understood the current situation very well, so he wasted no ti in reacting.
Thanks to his montum, he collided violently with one of the rcenaries in front of him, throwing him to the ground, who instantly spat blood from the violent shock.
"Shit, get that brat!"
Andrew was unable to finish off his opponent as several rcenaries attacked him.
But it wasn't long before his comrades arrived as well, blocking the attacks for him and counter-attacking.
Tables and stools were soon in use as violence reigned supre in the bar.
Blood soon covered the floor, from both Maxi's group and the man with the white eye.
Seeing the chaos, Romuald muttered to himself with a sigh:
"I guess I don't have a choice in receiving this beautiful chaos... who used to stop these fights is now part of it."
"How ironic."
Both his hands rested on the 2 n who had previously blocked Maxim's path and now had their backs to him.
Sensing the presence behind them, they turned curiously.
"Nice to et you, I'm Romuald."
All they saw was a middle-aged man with a smiling face.
"Currently awaiting approval to join the saber-toothed tigers." he continued in the sa tone.
The two gorillas were equally quick to smile and introduce themselves:
"Urs of the Bloody Bears, nice to et you."
"Iry des ours sanglants too, nice to et you."
Romuald nodded gently in acknowledgent, then landed an uppercut on the first of the two by way of greeting.
However, Iry was quick to react, sending a swift jab into Romuald's face, knocking him backwards.
"Haha not bad at all!" exclaid Romuald, laughing heartily.
"That was the thrill of the fight I'd long since lost, and now I've finally got it back! What fun!"
Then the 3 combatants began to clash violently.
The man with the white eye soon noticed them, then whispered:
"Oh Romuald, the deputy head of the guard is fighting with Urs and Iry, and he's not losing any ground either. It's both interesting and surprising. Would he have joined that bunch of brats?"
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