Chapter 521 - I’ll Discipline Him for You! (1/2)

Chapter 521:I’ll Discipline Him for You!

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Gear Up Tavern

With Link’s words, the mercenaries in the tavern knew that it was time to fight. Everyone spun around, picked up their cups, and got ready to watch the show.

Mercenaries didn’t care about right or wrong. It was just a battle of power.

If Link could beat Irvan, then he was right. People would laugh at Irvan for overestimating his own power and look for a beating.

If Link lost, then he would be the classic example of pretending to be cool. He’d instantly become a laughingstock and wouldn’t be able to stay in the tavern.

Irvan furrowed his brows. He was an archer and didn’t like to have conflicts over such a small thing. But he knew the rules between mercenaries. If he surrendered and left now, his reputation as Eagle Eye would be gone. Others would say he was a coward. He had to go up and teach this guy a lesson.

Surrendering was not an option. Mercenaries depended on their reputation for a living.

This young man looked really average too. He wore old leather armor and was covered in dust, his black hair tied back casually. He looked nothing more than a poor mercenary. Irvan didn’t believe he could be very skilled.

At this time, Link was still eating the green beans on his plate. He tossed the beans up and opened his mouth, letting the beans fall in. The entire process was filled with disdain. He totally ignored the archer beside him.

Irvan had wanted to treat this as a common scuffle, but Link’s actions pissed him off. Taking a deep breath, he said coldly, “Hey, you don’t like me being Eagle Eye, so you’re here to look for trouble?”

Link side-eyed him and then closed his eyes. “What do you mean? I’m just sitting here not doing anything. If someone’s looking for trouble, it’s probably you.”

With that, he grabbed another bean to toss into his mouth.

When the bean was in mid-air, Irvan suddenly moved. His hand shot out like lightning to take his bow. At the same time, he knocked the arrow against the bowstring. Whizz. The arrow shot out, going straight for the bean Link had tossed up.

He wanted to hit the bean so the other would know how skilled he was. This action had a special term in the mercenary world—show-off. They would use this when they didn’t want to create true conflict.

Show-offs usually happened inside the city because cities had guards and laws. Killing or hurting someone there was troublesome. If they were in the wilderness, they would go straight for blood.

Take Irvan’s action for example. If he shot the tiny bean in the air, it meant: I can hit such a small thing in such a short time. It’s just as easy for me to take your life. If you’re smart, surrender now!

This was something Eagle Eye could do easily before. Today, things were different.

Just as the arrow was about to hit the bean, Link suddenly blew some air.

Poof. The bean jumped up. The next moment, the arrow flew past under the bean without hitting anything. After that, the bean continued falling. Link’s head didn’t move at all. He just opened his mouth, and the bean fell in. He continued eating.

When he was done, Link gazed at the arrow buried into the wooden wall. Smiling, he said, “Don’t shoot arrows when you’re not skilled enough. If you hit an innocent bystander, the king might drag you to the gallows.”

Irvan huffed. He knew he’d met a match today, but he still wouldn’t surrender. He hadn’t used all his power yet. It wasn’t a big deal.

Thinking of that, he tossed his bow to the worker on the side. Rolling up his sleeves, he threw a punch at Link’s face. He didn’t use any Battle Aura. It was just pure physical strength.

As long as no one died, the city guards wouldn’t care about a regular fight without weapons or Battle Aura in a tavern full of mercenaries. Even if some uppity guard wanted to get into their business, the tavern’s owner would help get rid of him.

Of course, if they damaged the tavern, they had to pay for it. That was the rule.

Irvan still held back some power for this punch. Otherwise, with his strength, the opponent could die if he didn’t defend himself in time. That would be annoying.

Even so, the commotion was shocking. Irvan was a Level-7 Warrior, after all. His punch created a gust of wind, and before his fist reached Link, Link’s hair was already blown into a mess.

Many mercenaries in the tavern exclaimed instinctively. They predicted that since Link was sprawled on the chair, he couldn’t use much power. He definitely couldn’t dodge Irvan’s punch and would get beaten to a pulp. He might even get knocked unconscious.