Chapter 1800: Wild West-Styled Tavern Fight

Chapter 1800: Wild West-Styled Tavern Fight



Once we finished eating our meals, some annoying bastards came to, well, annoy us. It was a typical cliché in these Wild West settings where a cowboy is minding their own business an some thugs come to annoy him and a fight breaks out.

"If you got so much money why don't you share some of that food with us, eh?"

And then another cactus man approached to the other side. They were clearly grabbing their guns as if threatening me.

So, as a fervent lover of Wild West movies, I decided to happily go along with the cliché because I really felt like beating some fuckers up.

It was nice that in this Trial everyone was so tough, so I could go all-out without having to worry of splattering them into pieces with a single blow!Updated chapters at novelhall.com

"Sure!" I said with a smile.

As they thought I was going to obey, suddenly.

BAAAM! BAAAM!

Two fists landed on their faces, blowing them away.

"There's your first fucking meal."

As I smiled back at them, suddenly, the rest of the thugs eating here all jumped on me.

And a huge tavern fight broke out...

Yes, it broke out instantly.

Not only the two thugs in front of me, but there were a dozen more guys that jumped on me instantly.

"Oi you fucker!"

"What did he do?!"

"You motherfucker, come here!"

"I'll beat that handsome face of yours!"

As I confronted them, I laughed.

"My, thank you for calling me handsome, but I don't like men!"

I kicked the imp-faced bastard in the head and blew him away, he landed on a table and broke it, groaning in pain.

"You fuck!"

The cactus man from before quickly punched me on the chin, it hurt a bit.

"Hah, that ain't going to work."

I smiled back at him, kicking his stomach and then grabbing him, throwing him into the ground and then crushing him with my own weight.

CRASH!

"AAAGH!"

CRUNCH!

Before he could even do a thing, Drakda bit his hand off and ate it with the gun included.

"E-Eh? EEEEH?!"

The alien screamed in horror, confusion, and agony as he saw Drakda munching on his hand and gun and then swallowing them both.

And burping.

"Raaarrr!"

"You're all damn freaaaks!"

As he roared at him, the man sprinted faster than any man I've ever seen in my entire life, running out and leaping off the window.

The other thugs were already unconscious and missing a few pieces of their bodies as Benladann and Miranda beat them up.

"Alright, we're done here I guess." Said Benladann, throwing away a half-unconscious guy she was holding with her hands, by grabbing his head.

"Pieces of shit won't let us eat in peace," said Miranda. "Throwing the other guy into the

trash bin."

As I nodded, I quickly looked back at the restaurant, it looked like a damn mess, food splattered everywhere, several tables and chairs broken, holes on the walls and broken

windows.

I noticed the dog girl that served us trembling in a corner, looking at us in utter horror and disbelief, the cook, which seemed to be the owner, who seemed to be her father as he was also a similar-looking dog man with even the same color patterns on his fur, stepped out.

"My restaurant! W-What happened here?! A tavern fight? Wait, Henrietita, my daughter!

Where are you?!"

He ran out and found his daughter trembling in the floor, which he quickly hugged, trying to

calm down.

Goddamn it, now I feel bad.

"Ah, sorry about that... We were enjoying the food and out of nowhere they picked a fight with us," I explained. "They were even going to shoot us so..."

"S-So this happened because you ordered too much food..." the man sighed. "You have to

understand that things are harder nowadays... they thought you were provoking them like

that!"

"We were truly hungry though," said Miranda, crossing her arms. "Anyways the thugs are beaten anyways... Let us repair your shop at least."

"R-Repair it?" he asked.

"Yeah, like this," I nodded.

FLASH!