There was a cheer from the ring.
Following the sound, I could see a shirtless fighter with armbands on his hands looking at Yas with a provocative look on his face.
At his feet was his opponent who had been beaten unconscious.
The fighter enjoyed the sight of all eyes in the tavern being focused on him.
Then, he wiped the corners of his mouth very ostentatiously.
[I have now won 100 games in a row.]
[Now it's your turn, Yas.]
[I, Lanti, will defeat you in this tavern where you became famous today and become the best fighter near the dock area! ]
After saying that, Lan Ti stretched out his hand and hooked his finger at Yas provocatively.
When the crowd around saw this, no one said a word.
Lanti dared to provoke Yas like this, but they didn't dare to make a fuss.
After all, few people who drink in this tavern don’t know the name of Yas.
Faced with such provocation, Yas simply raised his eyelids, took a look, and spoke lightly.
[Not interested in.]
Then he continued to wipe the wine glass attentively.
Hearing this, Lan Ti instantly became furious and grabbed the railing of the ring.
[Damn it, Yas, you said that as long as I win 100 games in a row in this tavern, I can challenge you! ]
[Are you going to break your promise? ]
In response to this, Yas frowned and thought about it seriously.
[When did I say this?]
[Uncle Hijet, do you have any impression? ]
After saying that, he looked at the uncle who was drinking silently beside him.
The uncle named Hijet scratched his face and tried hard to recall.
[It seems that you have never said this...]
[Oh, I remember now!]
[When Lan Ti came for the first time, it seemed that a talkative guy told him that if he wanted to challenge you, he had to complete at least a hundred consecutive victories to be qualified.]
[Hahaha, you really didn’t say that! ]
Uncle Hijet laughed and took a sip of the wine.
Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes immediately turned to Lan Ti.
Lan Ti was also stunned for a moment when he heard this.
But then, he spoke in anger.
[I don’t care. I’ve been fighting in the ring for so many days just to fight with you and prove who is the strongest fighter near the dock area.]
[Yas, you must go on stage! ]
Lanti yelled.
Upon hearing this, Yas put down the wine glass in his hand, picked up the towel beside him and wiped his hands.
[If you want this title, just take it.]
[I am not a fighter now.]
His expression was serious.
But Lanti didn't buy it.
[Bullshit!]
[Are you an idiot, Yas? ]
[If I don't defeat you, how can I get this title? ]
[Others would say that you can only become the king if Yas quits.]
[Stop talking nonsense and get on stage, or I will smash your tavern today! ]
Lan Ti said with red eyes.
[Then you can go to the fighting competition and win the honor of the first fighter. Wouldn't that overshadow the title of the number one near the pier? ]
Lina suddenly said.
Everyone was stunned when they heard this.
It seems... that's really the truth.
The honor of being the number one fighter is definitely greater than being the number one near the pier.
But Lan Ti doesn't care about that anymore.
Defeating Yas is his obsession, but looking at Yas's condition, it seems difficult to arouse his fighting spirit.
Lan Ti thought about it and suddenly remembered a rumor he had heard before.
[Yas, you coward! ]
[It was your sickly sister who made you become like this! ]
[It's really sad to be dragged down by useless family members.]
Hearing this, Norm, who had been sitting back and watching the fun, paused and swallowed.
As an old acquaintance of Yas, he naturally understood what it meant to insult Yas's sister Mira.
In other words, Lan Ti is looking for death!
The crowd around was also silent, and the whole pub suddenly became so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
[…]
Bang!
The cup in Yas's hand instantly shattered into pieces of glass.
He raised his head and looked at Lan Ti with a cold expression.
[What did you say?]
The originally gentle Yas was now like a burning volcano ready to erupt, filled with endless rage.
Seeing this, Lan Ti was immediately cheered up.
He showed an unbridled smile on his face and opened his hands, facing the drinkers around him.
[Look, this is Yas who has been dragged down by his sickly sister and can only clean glasses in the tavern! ]
[he…]
Bang!
Before he could finish his words, Yas flipped over the bar at an extremely fast speed, came to the ring at an extremely fast speed, and punched Lan Ti angrily.
The powerful impact caused Lan Ti's brain to crash. He felt that the whole world was quiet, with only a buzzing sound.
As a talented fighter, he was unable to react to Yas's actions at all.
Yas didn't say anything, but his bulging neck and muscular arms foreshadowed his next moves.
He lifted Lan Ti's neck with one hand and exerted huge force on the tiger's mouth.
Lan Ti's blood suddenly rushed to his head and his face turned red.
However, as a fighter with outstanding talent, he is not a chicken who can be manipulated at will.
Lan Ti used his right hand to forcefully smash his elbow down hard on Yas's arm joint.
But something even more shocking happened.
Yas instantly stretched out his left hand and clamped his elbow.
The huge force made Lan Ti's pupils shrink and his heart felt cold.
How could he catch his elbow with just his left hand
However, the dizziness caused by difficulty breathing left him no time to think more.
He is dying!
[Yas, that's enough, stop it! ]
[This kid is going to die! ]
Xijet hurried onto the stage, patted Yas' arm, and said anxiously.
[Yas…]
At this moment, Yas, who was in the ring, suddenly heard a faint call.
What followed was the sound of someone falling heavily off the bed.
Roger frowned and looked at the door behind the bar.
After exchanging a glance with Lina, the two ran behind the bar without hesitation.
[Mira?]
Hearing the voice, Yas woke up instantly.
His heartbeat stopped and he put down the blue bottle in his hand without hesitation and ran to the room behind the bar as fast as he could.
[Cough! Cough cough!]
After being released, Lan Ti immediately fell to his knees weakly and started coughing violently.
He just felt like he had just walked on the edge of hell.
Seeing that he was still alive, Xijet breathed a sigh of relief, and then hurriedly looked at the drinkers around him.
Is there a doctor
[Is there no one who knows medical skills? ]
[not a single one?]
[Damn, a bunch of drunkards! ]
Seeing that the drinkers shook their heads, Xijet became anxious.
After taking a look at the Norm next to him, he raised his leg and kicked him.
[Damn old leech, go find a doctor! ]
After saying that, he ran out of the tavern anxiously without waiting for this guy.
Nom fell to the ground with a cry, and after getting up, he ran while cursing Hijet.
The drinkers around were being scolded for no reason and were also confused.
One ball a day!
Now it’s three goals a day.
Hurry up and stuff your big monthly tickets into my pocket! Fill it up!
(End of this chapter)