"You... dared to flip my table."
That one simple sentence made Irisviel and Waver's mouths twitch. Seeing Wu Biao's furious expression earlier, they had thought the Assassins and this Berserker had borne some grudge from life, driving him into such madness.
But—
It was just because they had flipped his table?
What left the two of them most speechless was that the three Kings all wore expressions of utter justification, as though this Berserker's actions were perfectly normal to them.
That was right.
It was perfectly normal.
Kings were supreme, incomparably noble!
Never mind having one's table flipped—even spilling a single cup of wine would make being torn to pieces seem merciful. Exterminating one's entire clan was the bare minimum...
"Burp..."
Wu Biao grinned viciously, killing intent surging around him. After letting out two drunken burps, he charged straight toward the crowd.
The Assassins' expressions tightened as they braced themselves. But when Wu Biao came within two meters of the one at the front, his body suddenly shot upward, soaring into the sky like a great bird.
His fist descended from above with a deep, howling roar.
Boom!
Although the Assassins had instinctively backed away from that area, the punch struck the ground like a falling meteor. The earth trembled, dust flew everywhere, and all the nearby Assassins were engulfed. Several Assassin bodies that failed to evade in time let out shrill, agonized screams that made one's heart quiver.
"Ichibai Kanon Ken!"
"Burp—Limit State!"
Blood-red mist rose around him, accompanied by a heartbeat pounding like drums. Dark purple markings spread across his crimson skin. Excitement gleamed in his unfocused drunken eyes, while the savage power of his physique seemed, in the eyes of the others, to become a tiger poised to pounce.
Boom!
Wu Biao spun and threw a punch,