The Ivy Tavern fell silent.
The richly dressed young man launched into a tirade of insults, hurling abuse at everyone in the tavern. Sun Fei keenly observed that even so, most of the mercenaries wore expressions of anger, daring not to speak out, as if this young man were a terrifying demon they dared not confront. Sun Fei recognized the person who had whispered in his ear earlier—the leader of the flamboyant soldiers guarding the city gates he had encountered that morning upon entering the city, still wearing his military uniform.
Almost instantly, Sun Fei understood the gist of it.
These men were clearly the soldiers the leader had brought specifically to find the three of them. As for the reason, you could tell just by looking at the richly dressed young man's dead fish eyes scanning Angela without any attempt to hide it.
Being insulted and pointed at like a stray dog by the young man, the previously high-spirited, burly man York, suddenly turned a deep red, his face turning a deep purplish-brown. He hesitated, unsure whether to raise or lower the iron cup, his eyes filled with anger and resentment. After a moment's hesitation, he lowered his head, pulled the shy, timid young man standing to the side, and prepared to leave. Clearly, he knew the identity of the finely dressed young man and was wary of him.
"Uncle York, please wait a moment."
It was Angela who spoke. The young woman smiled, instantly brightening the atmosphere in the tavern. She extended her slender, fair hand and gently grasped the iron cup on the table before her, smiling as she said to the tall, burly man York, who seemed unaware of what was going on, "Thank you, Uncle, for telling us so many strange and wonderful stories about the capital. You are a warm and generous man; this cup of wine should be Angela toasting you."
Having said that, the girl raised her swan-like, graceful, white neck and downed at least a pint of pure rye liquor in one gulp. She drank with considerable gusto, the gurgling sounds clearly echoing in the quiet tavern. After finishing the entire glass, Angela wiped the liquor stains from her red lips. This slightly rough gesture, combined with Angela's youthful and stunning beauty, appeared so elegant that everyone in the tavern was momentarily stunned.
York, a tall and strong man, trembled with excitement.
He never expected that this stunningly beautiful young woman, as noble and unapproachable as Goddess, would be willing to offer him a drink, especially under such an awkward situation. He had felt extremely humiliated by the young man in fine clothes, but now that Angela had offered him a drink, all the shame and resentment had vanished!
Filled with gratitude, the tall, strong man York ignored the threatening look in the eyes of the finely dressed young man, picked up the glass he had put down earlier, and drank it all in one gulp. Surprisingly, the timid and shy black boy also silently walked over, picked up his own glass, and drank it down in one gulp.
After finishing his drink, York hesitated for a moment, leaving behind a grateful and ashamed look. The tall, strong man said, "Be careful," then pulled the handsome, dark-skinned boy Philip, and turned to leave. He didn't dare look Angela in the eye, and soon they were out of the tavern and disappeared into the street.
Sun Fei stroked his chin and thought for a moment, seemingly understanding something.
With a smile on his face, he cast an admiring glance at Angela. For the first time, he realized that his seemingly gentle and delicate fiancée was strong on the inside, possessing a heroic spirit that rivaled any man.
Hua, a young man, had a dark and gloomy expression that could practically drip water. He glared fiercely in the direction York and Philip had left, his eyes filled with malice. Then, he looked Sun Fei up and down a few times before suddenly speaking, "Name your price, how many gold coins?"
"Hmm?" Sun Fei frowned.
"Heh heh, young man, judging by your attire, you must be someone of some status. What? Pretending to be confused? Really don't understand what I mean?" The young Chinese man chuckled impatiently, giving his follower a meaningful look. "You tell him what I want."
"Yes, young master. Hehe, kid, let me tell you straight, Young Master Kulun has his eye on these two Chick beside you. Be smart and name your price..." A burly man with a thick beard, dressed in a martial arts outfit, stepped forward and pointed at Sun Fei's nose arrogantly.
"Oh?" Sun Fei laughed instead of getting angry, "What if I don't want to?"
"Pah! Are you blind? In the entire Hot Springs Pass, who would dare refuse to sell what Young Master Kulun has his eye on?" The bearded follower, like a rabbit whose tail had been stepped on, pulled out two copper coins and threw them on the table. "You ungrateful wretch, take the money and get out of here!"
"Two copper coins?" Sun Fei frowned.
"What's wrong with two copper coins? You think it's too little? It's already a huge favor that Young Master Kulun is willing to give you money..." The bearded guard laughed heartily, "That's just how Young Master Kulun buys things. If you don't want it, then... one."
The bearded guard, with a mocking expression, picked up one of the coins and put it back into his pocket.
The people in the tavern dared not utter a sound under the intimidating power of the finely dressed young man, Kulun. Their eyes were filled with pity and regret as they looked at Sun Fei and Angela. What beautiful and noble young girls they were, it was a pity that they were about to fall into the hands of this devil again.
"I see you're quite burly and have some strength," Sun Fei shook his head and sighed, "But it's a pity you've stooped so low, becoming someone else's dog. You're truly unworthy of the samurai uniform you're wearing; I'd rather you take it off."
Before anyone could react, he suddenly swung his palm back with lightning speed, striking the bearded guard squarely on the head.
Thump!
Everyone only saw a blur before their eyes, and the bearded guard was actually slammed into the ground by this light palm strike, like a radish being driven into the soil, leaving only his head sticking out. Blood was flowing from his mouth and nose, and he was obviously beyond saving. What was most astonishing was that his samurai uniform actually fell off and piled up next to his head, making the whole scene extremely bizarre.
"Hiss hiss hiss--!"
A collective gasp filled the tavern; some mercenaries' jaws nearly dropped to the floor.
"You..." the richly dressed young man roared in anger, "You dared to kill him! How dare you! Do you know who I am? My father is from Hot Springs Pass..."
"Shut up..." Sun Fei frowned, casually slapping the young man across the face as if swatting away a fly. With a sharp crack, several bloody teeth flew through the air, and the richly dressed young man was sent flying like a discarded rag doll, crashing into the tavern entrance. He smashed through several tables, chairs, and tableware, lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance. A clear handprint marred his face, swollen like a woman's buttocks. His eyes were barely visible, and blood trickled from his mouth—a truly pitiful sight...
At this, everyone in the tavern was completely dumbfounded, unable to believe what they were seeing.
Looking at the horrific state of the demon on the ground, someone subconsciously touched their face, a chill running down their spine: It was truly unexpected; the seemingly refined black-haired youth, who had been so polite during their conversation, turned out to be so ruthless and merciless.
Of course, many more people realized that this black-haired boy was actually a rare master.
With a single slap, he shoved the bearded guard, who possessed peak One-Star Class strength, into the ground like a tree stake. This feat could only be accomplished by those with strength of at least Four-Star Class, leaving the mercenaries dazzled and exclaiming in amazement.
"You... how dare you..." The soldier leader who led the young man in fine clothes had already realized something was wrong. His legs trembled, and he let out a strange cry and turned to run away. This killer dared to hit even Young Master Kulun, let alone him.
"You're no better than me. Trying to run now? Too late!"
Sun Fei reached out and grabbed the soldier leader, who was thrown back into the air. Sun Fei then slapped him back, burying the soldier leader in the ground with only his head sticking out. He died instantly.
They showed absolutely no mercy.
The people in the tavern were completely dumbfounded. This young man was practically a killing god, ruthless and merciless in his attacks, even daring to kill the officer guarding Hot Springs Pass. What was his background? He seemed completely unafraid of the Hot Springs Pass garrison.
Sun Fei smiled and nodded in satisfaction.
In recent days, he has been studying the way the Barbarian exerts his terrifying power. He has become more and more proficient in controlling the terrifying power of his body under [ Barbarian Mode ]. If it were any other time, he could instantly turn the guard and the officer into a cloud of blood mist and leave no trace of their bodies with a single palm strike. It would be absolutely impossible to bury them intact in the ground.
"Let's go." Sun Fei smiled, tossing down three gold coins as compensation to the tavern owner. He led Angela and Jima outside, but as they reached the door, he suddenly remembered something, paused, and turned back to the still-frozen crowd, saying, "Oh, by the way, if anyone still wants to investigate this matter, tell them to come find me at the Chambord Expeditionary Army camp outside Hot Springs Pass."
After saying that, the three of them walked out of the tavern and disappeared into the sunlit streets.
Inside the hotel, an eerie silence remained.
After a long pause, someone Earth Inquiry incredulously, "What... what was that person saying just now? The... the main camp of the Chambord Expeditionary Army outside Hot Springs Pass? The Chambord Expeditionary Army... Chambord..."
"Could he be... could he be... King of Chambord Alexander?" someone murmured in a daze.
"That young man... is he King of Chambord Alexander, who defeated the Sun Golden Knight? Is he the mysterious expert who defeated Chris Sutton, one of the Ten Judgment Knight?" someone chimed in.
"He's so young?"
Only then did the people in the tavern realize what was happening, and the atmosphere instantly exploded.
The mercenaries jumped up from their seats in a flash and chased after him. They couldn't believe they had actually witnessed the charisma of a legendary figure, let alone had the honor of sitting and drinking with him. It felt like a dream, and they really wanted to chase after him to catch another glimpse of this legendary master.
Third update.