110 Brawl (1/2)

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Called it…

That fatso really planned something to deal with me.

Hmm, how many people are here? I can sense 10 so far, no! There's five more, barely out of reach with my spiritual sense. Wow, he paid 15 people to deal with me? A 13-oh right, I'm actually 14 now, a 14 fourteen year old boy? I guess I left a deep impression in him huh.

Whatever, it's fine. It's only fifteen people, I think I can handle this. Wait, what are their cultivation ranks again?

So, a bunch of Peak Soldier Realm, one is half-step to Warrior Realm, must be their captain. And he's clearly looking down on me, I could tell from that deadpan look on his face and the fact that he didn't bother to wear a mask at all while the others are at least covering their faces.

Is the Mort Family training assassins? All of these people are wearing an insignia of theirs, which often suggests that they're a part of that faction. Huh, I guess they are. Their purpose must be to protect the family from the shadows, since everyone else knew they could hire cultivators using money.

Oh, the leader gave a signal. Two people moved. Hmm, one from the left and one behind me. Alright, let's do this.

As soon as they appeared, I lowered my body right away, I mimicked the action of picking up a coin on the road. These two were wielding daggers which sliced thin air since I managed to dodge. I figured that they're targeting me in lethal ways, well they're assassins so that much is expected.

Moving quickly, I grabbed both of them at the hand where they clutched their daggers and tightened my grip. Don't underestimate my grip strength folks, I could squash a block of iron with this, much less human bone.

I distinctively felt that my grip crushed their bones, they let out a painful scream as their daggers fell to the ground. With a mighty pull, I slammed them together and they almost had their skulls crushed from the impact. The two fainted right away, I checked out the vicinity once more with my spiritual sense, then I saw them gawking at the sight of their fainted comrades. I smirked and said…

”So, that's two. Where's the rest? Come out…”

I looked up and glanced at the places where they were hidden, I made sure to leave the leader out just for the sole purpose of deception.

The deadpan look on his face disappeared and he's now wearing a serious look as he stared at me. Heh, that's the price of underestimating me! What will be your next move then?

Oh? You sent five this time? Why, thank you. Let's see if they're a good sparring partners.

Five shadows emerged and surrounded me, making sure to cover all path of escape. They glared at me grimly like I'm some sort an annoying pest, I'm honestly offended! Which means I get to punch their faces hard. Twice, if I had to.

They charged at me, all at once. From my quick observation, their weapons are covered in poison, I don't need to see the liquid coating on the length of the daggers, just from the scent alone I could tell. Perks of dabbling into some medicine back then.

Neural Paralysis Poison, the type that makes you numb all over and makes you lose bodily function. These must be smuggled, from what I know, any sort of establishment won't make these poisons without the buyer showing a permit from the Royal Army. And I highly doubt that Mort Family has that, since my dad would be the first one to refuse it. And if he refuses, then there's no discussion any further.

Dodge here, dodge there. Tumble here, duck there. They're bad at playing as assassins.

Their movements were way too obvious! It's too predictable. They will either try to strike at my vitals or attempt to decapitate me as soon as they could. And since I've been evading their attacks for a while now, they're being impatient and in turn, their moves are even more predictable. Well, that maybe on top of the realization that a kid like me could dance with them without breaking a sweat.

Oh? They're exhausted now. Alright, my turn.

I lowered my posture and kicked the ground fiercely, I dashed like a bolt, slithering between their numbers. My 'Iron Fists' are charged and ready to kick some ass.

Punch that guy, kick this guy.

I could feel some bones breaking as my blows landed. Like I said earlier, I could shatter an iron block with my bare fists if I wanted to, much less human bones and flesh. And it's a common knowledge that assassins don't really like wearing anything that would hinder their movements. These guys are no different.

Elbow to gut for that guy, break the man jewels of this guy, then a clean chop at the nape for the last guy.