Chapter 18 No Luck

Just before the enemy attacks hit his body, Lothur put up a defensive position, trying to imitate things he had seen on television in his previous life.

When he was on Earth, Lothur had never bothered to learn any martial arts. And since his predecessor had never done anything of the sort either, he had nothing significant to use at this point.

The only thing was his own body and the few fight scenes he had ever seen on television.

Thus, he lowered his body slightly, putting one of his arms near his head while the other was in a lower position to defend his lower body.

Simultaneously, remembering how boxers move their feet during their fights, Lothur tried to do the same.

In this way, he began to 'dance' as his opponents tried to hit him from his right, left, and front.

The one on the right had a wooden stick and was quickly approaching Lothur's left knee.

The one on the left had no weapon with him but was spinning in the air, while one of his feet was heading toward Lothur's left arm.

Finally, the one in front was punching in the direction of Lothur's face, while he had a device in his hand that increased the damage of his blows.

"Take that, you scoundrel!" That individual punching said this in hatred.

Pow!

And then, in that instant, the punch came straight against his face, as he instinctively leaned his spine back slightly and tried to protect himself from the other two attacks.

To do this, he jumped into the air and directed a kick at the person who was trying to hit him from his left.

He could try to do this against the one who had been trying to attack one of his knees with a stick. Still, thinking that item could hurt him even more, he decided to bet on attacking the unarmed individual.

At the very least, this move could protect him from that person, while his body movement would be enough for the enemy armed with a stick to miss his knee.

Therefore, as the young man who had tried to punch Lothur slowly hit the air, the silver-haired young man's body spun in the air, when finally his right shin hit the shin coming against one of his arms.

Pow!

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Ahhhhh! Son of a bitch!"

At that instant, as the two young men's legs crashed through the air, cries of pain left their throats as the stick from before hit the ground.

Upon realizing that situation, the two who had not been injured immediately frowned, sensing that there was something wrong with the information they received.

That was because no ordinary human could ever withstand a kick from a 1st Transformation cultivator and still cause pain to his opponent!

"Damn it!"

"Those damn rats have tricked us!" The young man who had thrown the last punch said this in frustration, feeling ashamed for being humiliated by mere information sellers.

The one with the stick then nodded and said. "That wretch is at the peak of the 1st Transformation!"

They could not sense Lothur's cultivation. However, from the way the silver-haired young man had tried to defend himself, these two knew that their enemy had used everything he had.

And precisely because of this, they understood that Lothur was only a little stronger than the young man who was now screaming in pain. Otherwise, if he had been stronger, their ally would surely have had an open fracture from that crash alone!

However, seeing their ally falling to the ground with that part of his body intact, the two knew that Lothur had not reached 2nd Transformation.

"It doesn't matter!" The leader of the three said this, seeing that Lothur was looking from side to side as if trying to find a way to escape. "There are three of us, and we still have weapons on our side!"

"Come on, let's beat this wretch until he learns not to mess with other people's women!"

And with that said, they finally went back to attacking Lothur, only this time being much more careful since their opponent was a bit stronger than them.

"Shit!"

"You bastards, I'll remember this!" Lothur shouted in anger as he pressed his jaw hard, furious at being in such a ridiculous situation.

But unfortunately for Lothur, even if he was a little stronger than those young men, he had two significant disadvantages here.

The first was obviously the problem of his opponents' weapons, which would definitely only need to hit him once to knock him out.

And the second was his experience. Lothur remembered scenes from movies that had helped him make that first move. Unfortunately, however, that success was nothing but beginner's luck!

He had combined the underestimation of his opponents with the fact that his actual body was already much stronger and more agile than that of an ordinary human. Because of this, he had managed to dodge enemy attacks and still wound one of those people.

But his situation had changed completely, and without his enemies underestimating him, Lothur was in trouble!

"Let's see how long you can hold out, asshole!"

Pow!

...

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

After almost three full minutes of one-sided fighting, the three finally moved away from Lothur, leaving that bruised body on the floor, writhing in pain.

At the beginning of the fight, they had some difficulties. Still, as soon as Lothur received the first attack, he had lost the focus needed for such situations.

After all, he was not used to the idea of feeling pain.

? All his concentration had been diluted as he went through this, opening up gaps in his position for his opponents.

From then on, the three enemies beat Lothur as they pleased, hitting him dozens of times on his legs and arms.

They had only failed to injure the precious item of such an opponent because, in spite of everything, Lothur would never give up on his little brother.

No, that part of his body was of utmost importance for someone with his personality. He would rather have every one of his bones broken than a single muscle in that region be injured!

So, although they tried hard, the three failed to destroy Lothur's manhood.

Finally, when they realized that people were approaching the area, they promptly withdrew, satisfied with their action.

They did not aim to kill Lothur but rather to give him a fright to scare his dreams.

There were laws in this city, and none of them wanted such big trouble just for an affair.

So, they had been content to break Lothur's four limbs and leave him extremely injured in that alley, screaming in pain like a woman during childbirth.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

'Bastards!'

"Ahhhhhhhhh!"

'I'm going to kill you miserable bastards!' He thought this amidst his screams, unable to muster the strength to verbalize his threats.

And while he was in that situation he had never imagined himself in, it was not long before curious people approached that place.

"Hey! Hey!"

"Kid, can you hear me? Are you still alive?" A gentleman dressed as a farmer stopped beside that bloodied body, concerned that he had witnessed someone in this situation.

"Ahhhh!"

Lothur then made an unimaginable thrust, clenching his jaw so hard that the pain around his body seemed to be subsiding.

He then said with difficulty. "Fros... Frost... Esta..."

Estate..."

"Frost estate?" That person asked as more curious people gathered on the outskirts, looking at Lothur as they put their hands to their mouths.

"Y... Yes..."

...

Meanwhile, Lothur's three enemies had finally stopped their escape in another alley in that part of Peters City, all satisfied with the thrill of that attack.

"That worn will be a few months without showing up at the academy, hahaha..." The tallest of the three said this as he removed some concealment items from his clothes.

On the other hand, although he was smiling, the one who had received Lothur's initial attack did not look so cheerful. "But even though we taught him a lesson, we still suffered quite a bit..." He pointed to the trails of blood near the mouths and noses of his companions.

But upon hearing that, the black-haired young man who had led this attack made a sound of disgust and changed the subject. "That's the fault of the damned rats who sold us incorrect information!"

"We'll deal with them another day!"

"What about that bastard Lothur?"

"What about him?" The black-haired young man asked this with an icy expression on his face. "He naturally isn't a problem anymore."

"With so many injuries, even if he ever walks again, my Elke will never look at him!"