Chapter 36：Mixed Breed, Do You Dare To Fight Me?

When the unexpected voice of disagreement sounded, Ron did not open his mouth to stop the man. He only frowned.

Sean shook his head. The behavior of an overly suspicious and profit-seeking businessman. Ron had inherited both of the traits. Of course, it was not his fault. The environment in which he lived was like that. There was nothing he could do about it.

However…

Sean finally glanced up at the burly man who was standing behind Fox.

The man looked tall and muscular. Sean suspected that he had the bloodline of the Bear Clan. That clan had existed hundreds of years ago. The inherited bloodline was probably very thin now. The only apparent characteristics left was the tall and strong physique. The profession they chose was usually defense-based. After all, there would be an effect bonus on the attributes.

But the man in front of Sean was not like that.

The man was wearing armor on his chest, which was filled with nails. It was a type of armor where two armor pieces were fixed in place with the nails. The two pieces were then attached to the front and the back of the person with a shoulder strap. It was a simple armor that focused on protecting the heart. Due to the simplicity of the armor, other aspects were improved. The most obvious point was that the coordination and the movement range of the hands were enhanced. The behavior and characteristics of the people who used that type of armor could be seen at a glance.

In the Nordic Empire, there was a profession at the development stage called the Berserker. The standard armor they used was the type of armor with nails.

However, the tall and muscular man in front of Sean was not a berserker. A berserker was a standard rank-five special profession. If Ron had someone like that, then he would have been able to sweep the dog-headed people's tribe with a dozen or so others that had rank three professions.

Therefore, Sean's eyes only paused on the burly man's body for a moment before it moved towards the man's hands. The man's hands were slightly opened. They had protruding bones and joints. Calluses were prominent on both palms, which were the result of using long weapons for an extended period. Coupled with his burly physique and attire, Sean had determined his profession.

The man was a Hercules.

After Sean finished looking at the man, he turned his gaze back at Ron. "It seems that Mr. Ron doesn't trust me very much."

"That's not what I meant." Ron did not expect that Sean would ignore the burly man. However, Ron was equally worried about handing the command over to Sean. Ron did not have evidence to prove that Sean was an excellent commander. Not to mention the fact that he was only rank two.

The rank represented an "apprentice" on the Miracle Continent.

Bang!

The burly man walked past Fox and slammed his hands on the table. He made a loud noise, which attracted the attention of other people in the lobby inside the inn.

"Rascal, let me tell you, the real commander of the army is me!" The burly man said in a deep voice. When he spoke, he sounded like a roaring bear. "Humph! You are only a rank-two warrior, yet you dare to be a commander. It is better if you command a team made of rank-three strength. How could there be such an absurd thing in the world?"

"When we crossed through the Starfall Forest, all the other members of the team had rank-three strength." Cecilia glanced sideways at the burly man and said plainly, "By the way, at that time, Sean was only a rank one mercenary."

Cecilia's voice was very soft, unlike the burly man who spoke in a booming voice. However, the three men opposite Sean heard it.

"That is the funniest joke I have heard this year." The burly man's furious expression disappeared. It was replaced with a sneer. "Rank one mercenary?"

The ridicule was very obvious. His tone of voice blatantly implied that he did not believe that someone as lowly as Sean could have ever accomplished such a difficult task.

Cecilia did not get annoyed. She only glanced at the burly man and scanned him from head to toe. The way she was looking at him was similar to a chef trying to find the best place to cut a piece of meat. As Cecilia scanned with her eyes, the burly man felt a faint tingling sensation. He realized that the little girl in front of him had experienced massacres before. Also, her current strength was able to threaten his safety. If that were not the case, then he would not have gotten such a feeling.

But she was just a little girl. How was that possible?

"You are afraid." Cecilia and the burly man looked at each other. A small smile appeared on Cecilia's face. It was supposed to be a bright and friendly smile, but it had emitted a certain chill, "But you should be. How is it possible for a muscular man like you to understand the profundity of the word 'wisdom?' I really should not be too demanding of a mere pig."

The burly man hummed angrily, then reached out, wanting to grab Cecilia. "Little girl, do you want to die?"

Slap.

Sean's hand had suddenly grabbed the burly man's wrist. He stopped the burly man from doing anything else. "That's enough."

Ron and Fox, who stood behind the burly man, had frowned slightly. They did not want the situation to get out of control, and it seemed to be on its way there.

Both of them could see that the burly man had not exerted all of his strength. However, they also knew that the burly man's ancestors had the bloodline of the Bear Clan, which made him stronger than the average person. Even if he did not exert all of his strength, ordinary people could not easily stop him at will. Sean had only reached out his hand to stop the burly man's actions. Even if Sean had exerted all his power right now, it was enough to prove that Sean's strength could by no means be measured as someone at rank two.

The burly man was a little surprised that Sean was able to reach out and stop his movements. However, he soon got carried away by his anger and shame, as he subconsciously increased the movement in his hand. He no longer just wanted to grab Cecilia. If he were not able to take care of a rank-two rascal, then how could he continue to be a guard in the Black Cat Business Guild?

Feeling the increase in strength from the burly man's hands, Sean immediately realized that even if he were to exert all his force, he would not be able to stop the burly man. The burly man was a lot stronger than Sean, but Sean would not want to see the burly man hurt Cecilia in front of his eyes, because Cecilia was the only relative Sean had in that world.

If a person's loved one got hurt and that person could not stop it from happening, then it would be a tragedy.

In an instant, Sean's eyes changed. He emitted a murderous intent and aura. "Do not force me to cut off your hand," he said in a cold voice.

When Sean spoke those words, he grasped the scabbard of Charles' Sword with his left hand.

"Why don't you try?!" The burly man raised his eyebrow as he increased his strength again.

Cecilia's lips moved slightly. A magical force was emitted from the inn as the elements in the air became active. The surrounding temperature also significantly increased. They were the typical fluctuations of the fire element. Initially, the element fluctuation could not have been detected so quickly. However, they were in an inn after all. The surrounding air circulation was not particularly clear. Also, the room was relatively small, hence why it had produced such apparent features.

When Fox felt the fluctuation of the elemental force and the murderous aura emanating from Sean, his face was no longer as calm as before.

The burly man realized that he, Ron, and even the Black Cat Business Guild had all underestimated the man named Sean. Even the apprentice magician next to him had not been given the attention she deserved.

"Stop!" Fox shouted in a deep voice. It was as strong as raging waves. However, it was only sent to Sean and the burly man, which shocked them so much that they could not control their power. They had no choice but to stop their actions.

Fox did not dare to frighten Cecilia using that method because everyone knew that a magician's magic fluctuation had something to do with their mentality. If he made a move against Cecilia, then the little girl would be injured. He was very clear on the fact that Young Master Ron had come to find the warrior for help. If it had only been a quarrel, then it did not matter too much. However, if they offended Sean and Cecilia, then it would not be the purpose of the trip.

Sean glanced at Fox. He did not know the person's name, but he could tell how powerful the person was. Sean noticed that the person was an expert at the silver level. According to the stages divided into the game, the person belonged to the rank-five or rank-six level. However, Sean was a little surprised inside. Since Ron had a bodyguard next to him, even if the Black Cat Business Guild did not send people to support him, with just a dozen or so rank three experts alongside his bodyguard, it was enough to take care of those dog-headed people's tribe. After all, even though there were a lot of people in that tribe, they were only a group of undisciplined creatures at rank three and rank four.

Sean did not want to think about why the expert had not made a move. He turned his eyes back to the burly man and said in a cold tone, "What's your name?"

"Humph." The burly man snorted proudly.

"Since you don't have a name, it doesn't matter." Sean stood up slowly, reached out and stroked Cecilia's head, signaling that she did not have to be nervous. Sean turned to look at the burly man. "Since you think I am too weak to be a commander, let us fight, mixed breed."

"What did you say?" The burly man burst into anger.

"The Bear Clan are orcs no matter what era they live in. They are a humanoid race." The corners of Sean's mouth raised slightly. It was also an overt expression of mockery. "During the early days of the Recovery Era, a war broke out between humans and orcs. There were countless prisoners on both sides, and then a new species of orcs was born. The new species is a hybrid product. You have the bloodline of the orcs and the bears in your body, which proves that your ancestors are orcs. As the offspring of a hybrid breed, you are a mixed breed."

"I'm going to kill you!" The burly man's eyes turned red as the veins popped out.

"Hank!" Ron suddenly yelled out in anger. It made the burly man return to his senses.

"Even if you do have a name, the product of a hybrid breed is still a hybrid product," Cecilia said coldly. "I have a hybrid dog. Even if I give it a name, it won't change the fact that it's a hybrid dog."

"Huh!" The burly man named Hank suddenly clenched his fist. His aura burst out from his body. He swung a punch towards Cecilia's face.

The wind from the punch was like a blade. It made people feel a burst of pain.

In a flash, a dense wash of cold air exploded out.

The burly man suddenly stopped. He turned his head and looked at Sean with his red eyes.

Between the two of them, the wooden table was split into two.

Sean had unsheathed his sword.

"Mixed breed, your opponent is me." Sean's eyes were cold and murderous. "Do you dare to fight me?"