Chapter 174: Bar Beatdown

The four other men at the betting table immediately stood up.

The crowd was understandably shocked, their faces representing pure astonishment.

They subconsciously backed up, making space in the center of the tavern between Tyr and the Bruther Clan.

"Big mistake!" One of the thugs rushed forward, thrusting his dagger toward Tyr.

Tyr sidestepped the attack with ease, grabbing the man's arm and yanking it toward him.

As the man stumbled forward, Tyr didn't waste any movements and grabbed the back of the goon's head before driving it into the counter behind him.

A gruesome crunching noise sounded as the man slid to the floor and landed with a thud, his nose looking like a crushed tomato.

Another man lunged forward, unleashing a kick to Tyr's abdomen.

Tyr grabbed the leg with his left hand, instantly halting the blow. With his right hand, he grabbed a chair nearby before swinging it around and smashing it into the thug's face.

The chair broke into several pieces as the man was knocked out stone cold.

The last two men, part of the Bruther Clan, seemed visibly shaken.

They stood frozen for a second, stunned by what they had just seen.

Despite this, they both grabbed their weapons tightly.

One rushed forward with his spear in hand, unleashing several consecutive strikes toward the tall young man.

However, Tyr sidestepped each attack as if they were coming in slow motion.

He danced between the blows, arriving mere inches from the thug before raising his hand to get a hold of the man's collar.

Just as Tyr's hand grazed against the man's shirt, he stopped his spear strikes and rushed to back away.

Using some sort of Aura ability, his body turned into a blur before reappearing several feet away from Tyr.

This movement was so abrupt that pieces of coins and accessories the man had on his body were left to fall to the floor, rolling around before coming to a stop.

Tyr raised a brow, 'Huh... that's like Blink Step.'

After panting slightly, the man who had escaped gave a slight smirk, "It won't be that easy, you little--"

Out of nowhere, a coin came spiraling through the air at high speeds, hitting the Bruther Clan member square in the forehead.

The blow rattled his brain, making him lose consciousness as his eyes rolled back into his head and he fell backward onto the ground.

The crowd gasped as they realized that Tyr had done this by a simple flick of his finger.

As the fight continued, the way everyone viewed Tyr changed dramatically with each passing second.

There was less confusion and skepticism, instead replaced with respect and fear.

Tyr finally turned his attention to the last standing member of the Bruther Clan.

Without hesitation or fear, he walked forward.

'After beating his men like dummies, I know this fool wouldn't dare risk trying anything stupid,' Tyr mused as he arrived directly before the last thug.

The man stumbled backward, his hands shaking from fear.

As soon as Tyr noticed this, he swept his legs out from under him with a swift low kick.

The man fell onto his bum with a thud and a wince, dropping his weapon and gazing at the young man above him as if begging for mercy through his regretful eyes.

Tyr stared at the man for a few seconds before speaking, "Pathetic... and you should thank me for not using you and your weakling group as EXP."

The man had no clue what Tyr just said, but knew that shutting his mouth would be the best option. Searᴄh the Nôvel(F)ire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

He simply nodded frivolously, waiting until Tyr turned his head.

Tyr did just that, glancing at the bartender, who was standing there with his jaw on the floor.

As soon as Tyr redirected his attention, the man on the floor pushed himself back far enough away before pushing himself up to his feet and sprinting out of the tavern.

The bartender met Tyr's gaze, which now felt completely different from before.

'I don't know why... but I feel like I should not look away from his eyes...' the bartender mused, feeling a looming sense of authority spewing from Tyr's pupils.

"I asked for directions to the faction..." Tyr spoke with a nonchalant tone, sparking the bartender back into reality.

He gulped loudly before rushing to speak, "Ah--uh-y-yes! Of course..."

The eyes of everyone in the crowd had not settled down just yet.

After seeing Tyr dominate the men of the Bruther Clan, they couldn't help but continue to stare at him in reverence and confusion.

"Where in the world did he come from? He's young, but seems to have quite a blasphemous amount of power."

"I wonder if he's powerful enough to be recruited to a faction..."

"Maybe he's already from a faction."

"Hahaha! Don't joke around. A boy from a faction would never act in this way."

"Hey... but hypothetically speaking. If he was from one, the Bruther Clan would be shaking in their boots right now."

"Yeah yeah... that ain't possible, buddy."

After a short pause, the bartender tidied his collar, walked back behind the counter, and finally spoke: "So... you wanted directions to the Ten High Peak Faction, correct?"

As soon as those words left his mouth, a series of gasps rippled through the crowd again.

"T-t-the Ten High Peak Faction!?" One guy said in a louder tone, at a loss.

"Don't joke around with that name."

"How could this boy ever join such a prestigious faction? Impossible."

"Is he out of his mind? Why would he want to even try to go there? They will just kick him out like a dog."

"Hey! Watch your tone... what if he hears you?"

...

The bartender spoke as Tyr walked back to the bar counter and gave him a nod, "In all honesty, one cannot reach such a prominent faction through normal means. To enter... you need to gather enough money for a direct transportation terminal."

Tyr's eyes widened slightly on hearing this, 'Money? Crap... I forgot I left all of that with Noa before we parted ways. I barely have a few gold coins on me right now.'

"Aren't those free in each major city?" Tyr asked, a bit confused, "If not free... they should at least be affordable to most, right?"

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That's how he understood it to be in Ainsveld, at least.

"Well, traversing cities and kingdoms compared to entering very prominent factions is very different. To just enter the land of a highly successful faction like the Ten High Peaks, you would need 10 Aura Stones."

"10 Aura Stones!?" Tyr exclaimed in surprise, "For what!? There's no way just traveling there costs so much!"

'That's like 100,000$ USD back on Earth... isn't that a bit too absurd!?'

The bartender nervously chuckled, "I have no other say on the matter. I hope you understand."