Spring Man Bellamy!

Slash!

The greatsword swung down, ripping through the air. Heroic spirit surged around Aeneas, golden light flowing between his hands before gathering on the Iron Sword.

Yet every time a slash fell, the golden light vanished strangely.

"No!" Aeneas frowned. "This isn't right! This doesn't feel right!"

Aeneas sent a fool with a ridiculous punk hairstyle flying with a swing of his sword, then sighed without even looking at him.

"Looks like infusing it into my slashes isn't as easy as I thought." Aeneas looked troubled. "I'll have to keep searching for the feeling..."

With that, Aeneas began looking for his next opponent. Though he had been fighting nonstop, he consciously controlled his stamina expenditure, allowing him to recover quickly. As long as he did not encounter powerful enemies one after another, he basically did not need to rest.

But in truth, with Aeneas's current strength, who couldn't he defeat with one sword strike? Who couldn't he defeat with one punch?

Round Street Slaughter sounded terrifying, but Aeneas was no longer the same as before. He had crushed his opponents all the way through. Still, he had not killed a single person.

He could never bring himself to be ruthless. Aeneas still had a mental hurdle, so he simply gave up on killing and settled for knocking people away.

Elsewhere, Emondi and the others were putting on the same display, except every strike they made was accompanied by the loss of life.

"These people are too boring. We should go pick a fight with the people from District One and District Two." His subordinates all looked fierce and fought with brutal methods, leaving Emondi somewhat speechless.

"Be patient. Find Lord Aeneas first," Emondi told his subordinates. "Exchanging information is important!"

"Lord Emondi, why do you respect that brat so much? He's just a kid!" A subordinate who seemed to respect Emondi deeply protested. "A kid like him would probably piss himself from fright. This isn't a place he should be!"

"Who are you saying pissed himself?"

At that moment, Aeneas emerged from one side. Heroic spirit now coiled around his entire body—the passive effect of Pit Grit made everyone think he was an old general hardened by countless battles.

But upon closer inspection, he was merely a little kid holding an Iron Sword.

"I'm talking about you. Why should I call you 'Lord'?" The man spoke rudely. Even though he could see that Aeneas was extraordinary, he still refused to believe it. "Let's see what you can do!"

"Amos!" Emondi frowned when he saw his own men actually starting an internal conflict.

"Brother Emondi, don't worry. I'll teach him a lesson!" Aeneas directly called Emondi brother, showing him respect. After all, Aeneas was the outsider. If he acted superior toward everyone from the start, his subordinates would never be convinced.

Winning people over with virtue worked, of course, but only to a limited extent.

More importantly, Aeneas needed to show his Iron Wrist!

"And aren't I the Iron Wrist?" Aeneas smiled as Amos charged toward him. Though he was at a disadvantage in size, Aeneas showed no fear and charged straight at him.

"You overestimate yourself!" Amos instantly thought Aeneas had a death wish. How could such a small body dare to confront him head-on?

Yet Aeneas closed in on Amos at an astonishing speed.

Boom!

A heavy left punch slammed into Amos's abdomen. A twisting pain instantly seized his stomach, but his movements only paused slightly. He quickly brought an elbow down toward Aeneas's back.

But in the next instant, before everyone's dumbfounded eyes, golden light burst from Aeneas's right fist. At an unbelievable speed—so fast it was nearly invisible—it struck Amos squarely on the chin.

Before the half-raised elbow could even exert force, Amos felt as though a bomb had struck his jaw.

"Eight times the power, eight times the speed, and you still dare act arrogant in front of me?" Aeneas sneered. His heavy right punch fully swung through, launching Amos's two-hundred-pound body more than three meters into the air.

Smack!

Thud! Thud!

Amos's body crashed down onto the ground.

The area fell terrifyingly silent. Everyone swallowed hard, their faces filled with disbelief.

How was this some little kid using agility to defeat an adult?

This was clearly a head-on clash, a complete crushing advantage in strength!

Aeneas had chosen the most direct method to instantly establish his powerful image. Now, no one had any complaints about Aeneas standing above them.

And Aeneas had called Emondi brother. Didn't that make him their boss too?

The faces of several subordinates reddened as their fighting spirit rose even higher.

All of this was Aeneas's own doing—but whether it was because his strategy had worked well or because his personal charisma had taken effect was impossible to say. Perhaps it was both.

Amos got to his feet, looking embarrassed and unsure how to face Aeneas.

"Your name is Amos?" Aeneas took the initiative to walk over, then said with a smile, "I hope we work well together!"

Just moments ago, he had seemed like a god of slaughter. Now, he wore a bright, sunny smile.

But Amos felt as though he had been bathed in a spring breeze. He was immensely pleased, feeling that he had been respected. He immediately became Aeneas's number-one fanboy, following behind him everywhere.

Seeing Aeneas resolve the problem, Emondi was once again shocked by him.

"Even I probably couldn't dodge that terrifying punch, could I?" Emondi even began to wonder whether he had wasted twenty years of his life. He could not even defeat an eleven-year-old kid.

"Good thing he's one of us." At that moment, Emondi could only feel immensely grateful.

"Alright, Lord Aeneas. We scouted Southwest Street. The villa district and trade market fit the conditions, and we've already sent people in. Our scale is still gradually expanding," Emondi said to Aeneas.

"I didn't find any dense locations on West Street, so we can rule it out directly." Aeneas nodded in reply. "Now it depends on North Street and East Street..."

Yet after Aeneas and Emondi regrouped, the people meant to meet them did not appear at the agreed location. Their people should have gathered by now and come to report their findings.

But they had not come?

That meant something had happened!

Emondi and Aeneas would not sit around waiting to die. They immediately split into two groups again. This time, Aeneas would also lead a group directly toward North Street.

Soon, after passing through several battle zones filled with skirmishes of every size, Aeneas saw a miserable scene of corpses strewn everywhere.

A wave of nausea rose within him, but Aeneas saw a strange young man standing in the middle of the ruined street.

The young man turned around, his legs bizarrely twisted into gray springs. With one bounce, he shot forty or fifty meters into the air, then rapidly crashed down not far in front of Aeneas, smashing a deep crater into the ground.

The young man sprang from the crater again, landing directly before Aeneas.

"Spring Man Bellamy!"