Chapter 359 Goons

Chapter 359 Goons

Lyrian wasn't afraid to look at the men who were yapping away at the other table.

As soon as he did, they noticed him.

"Oh look! Looks like Mr. Big Shot got mad! Too bad he's a damn kid and can't do shit!" One of the men laughed with their feet on the table.

This man, having pointy blonde hair and a red bandana, sat to the left.

To the right was a fatter man who exclaimed, "No need to apologize, man, everyone's gotta know when they don't have the power to command people around like they are used to!"

There were two more in this group that stayed silent for a little while longer as many in the tavern began to get worried.

A few people decided to ignore what was going on. They knew that this band was a disorderly one that liked causing havoc wherever they went.n.-0vElb1n

At that moment, one out of the leftover two that hadn't spoken yet barked, "Look at him, he's still fucking staring. Maybe I'll go teach him a lesson." A man with a chiseled jawline and long, slicked-back black hair stood up.

With a cocky smirk on his face, he began walking toward Lyrian's table.

Lyrian gripped his fork in slight anger, but before he did anything, he contained himself and looked around the tavern.

'There are some who are scared... but most are smiling.' He understood as he saw the tavern mostly filled with light chuckles.

He looked at the bartender, and even he was smiling slightly.

'If that's the case, then it won't be too big of a deal when I teach these bums a lesson.'

Just as the man with black hair took a few steps forward, Lyrian stood up from his seat and also began walking straight to him.

His steps were confident and everyone felt at ease.

As the goons from the table began to laugh at this, the guy walked toward Lyrian and scoffed, 'Is this kid serious right now? I couldn't care less if he was from Anaviotis. I came from the streets of poverty myself... I don't know much about some prestigious academy, but I raised myself to be strong enough to not lose to some brat.'

As he neared Lyrian, he thought to himself, 'I'll give him a good slap to make him learn his lesson of stepping up to an adult.'

They came 6 feet away from each other when the man reached back with his hand to slap Lyrian.

As his hand flew forward, Lyrian jumped up and kicked the man in the side of the jaw.

The man's head violently whipped to the side, and his body shortly followed.

With several vertebrates dislocated, he was sent flying across the room.

Suddenly, the goons that were laughing only a second prior no longer had smiles on their faces.

Instead, serious expressions appeared, as they all abruptly stood up.

Before any of them could say anything, Lyrian exclaimed, "Who was it?"

The one who hadn't spoken as of yet out of the four furrowed his brows.

Judging from how he let the others talk while he leaned back, Lyrian imagined him to be the leader.

"Who was what?" This guy, who had a set of leather armor on, exclaimed with slight wariness in his voice.

The blonde and fat men to his sides huffed with anger as Lyrian responded, "Who was the one who said they would cut their balls off and be a eunuch if I defeated them? They have to live up to their challenge."

He smirked, as the tavern broke out into hysterical laughter.

Many found what he said to be hilarious, but the three in front of him were not a part of that group.

"Worm!" The spiky blonde-haired one yelled, shaking with anger, "Don't let one guy make you over your own head!"

"Ah... so you're the one?" Lyrian began walking towards this man, who stood with fists clenched and teeth gritted.

"You trying to tell me to not be overconfident is hilariously ironic. But, I don't expect anything else. People like you, who are failures in life, never see their own faults. When they do, it's only in projections of their flaws on other people."

The blonde man shook his head, puzzled as to what Lyrian was talking about.

Lyrian saw this and said, "You don't understand what I'm saying either... fucking retard."

At that moment Lyrian sprinted forward, hurling a punch into the man's stomach.

In one impact a burst of hot air flew out from the man's lower back. As his lungs shriveled, his body suspended in the air for a few seconds before falling down like a rag doll.

The other two didn't wait around any longer, reaching for their weapons as they lunged forward.

Before the fat man, the leather-armor-wearing leader went first.

With his dagger in hand, he attempted to drive it down onto Lyrian's head, but Lyrian instantly propelled it back using nothing more than a flick of his fingernail.

The man's dagger was thrown over his head as he stumbled back.

Seeing this, Lyrian looked over at the fatty, who took in one large gulp as he stepped back.

At that moment, Lyrian suddenly looked down at the body of the blonde, "Oh shit... I forgot to turn him into a eunuch." As he said this, another wave of laughter rippled through the room.

The leather-haired man gritted, his teeth, 'He's fucking strong... but he should never look away from a fight.'

At that moment, he pulled something out from his back pocket that was concealed in black cloth.

lightsnοvεl He lunged forward with malicious eyes, aiming for the head of Lyrian who was still turned toward the ground.

As it neared, however, Lyrian noticed a powerful energy near his face.

He looked at the rag concealing something in front of his face--a feeling of actual fear slightly entering him.

At once, he Enhanced his hand slightly and pulled his obsidian blade out to block the attack.

That's when the cloth covering the object ripped open slightly, revealing something within.

The man pulled his hand back so fast that Lyrian barely caught a glimpse of what it was, but it looked to exude some sort of dark purple, almost black aura.