11 Terrifying digital transformation (1/2)

Before entering this pub, Sheyan had already calculated this possibility. Feeling calm, his eyes slightly squinting, he coldly laughed but did not say anything.

Bloody Jack mistook that as fear, as he laughed out loud.

”Leave all the cash on you behind if you don’t dare!”

Bloody Jack then coughed loudly and spat into a nearby glass of alcohol. He then slid the glass across the betting table to Sheyan as he ignorantly laughed:

”Of course, you need to drink this glass of alcohol as reparation, then you can f**k off.”

The two huge thugs, with a cold smile on their faces, had their hands pressed down on Sheyan’s shoulders. They were afraid Sheyan would try to escape in the face of terror. However at this very moment, rolling his eyes Sheyan laughed, as the the words escaped through the cracks of between his teeth:

”Bastard, you’re dead!”

As the words escaped his mouth, he shrugged his shoulders violently as he elbowed fiercely to his back. This movement was extremely smooth yet abrupt, as Bloody Jack’s man were all prepared for Sheyan’s attempt to escape but never expected him to retaliate!

Sheyan was sitting on a small stool, while the two huge thugs were both inclining towards him on both sides. With a ferocious elbow to the back, it smashed through the stool’s back support and heavily landed onto the crotch of the two thugs.

Bloody Jack was an outlaw, looking at the violence unfolding in front of him, his heart was set ablaze with rage. He immediately reached out for the dagger still stuck vertically on the table. Sheyan was still sitting on the stool, with little space to dodge on his sides, he swung forward instead aiming at Bloody Jack’s wrist. Coincidentally, Bloody Jack struck out with his knife and instead he misjudged and grabbed onto the blade of the incoming knife instead.

Sheyan’s heart trembled, he was extremely confident in his grip however he recalled something right before swung out his his hand: In this world, contestant’s strength were increased by 50%. Because of this, he misjudged the speed of his hand making such a fatal mistake. Looking at this, Bloody Jack gave off an evil laugh, fiercely pulling out the knife from Sheyan’s hand as the blade slashed against his opponent's fingers attempting to severe them.

Although the shimmering dagger blade was dyed with a gloomy red, Sheyan only felt a slight pain in his hands. Not thinking any further, he pounced forward grabbing onto Bloody Jack’s black hair and smashed it downwards.

”PAM!” the table became crooked as the alcohol glasses and betting chips flew upwards upon impact. Bloody Jack’s face was bloody as he looked up furiously, but was immediately blown away with a heavy punch. His heavy body flipped backwards twice as he smashed against the floor blowing away a few tables along the way.

To Bloody Jack, he felt as though a massively heavy object was repeatedly pounding against him. It happened so fast he could not even feel the pain yet as his world was shaken around him, he opened his mouth to speak but the mouth full of blood choked his words.

Although Sheyan’s strength was quite exceptional, his agility and escaping ability were not considered high. After his last punch, he could already feel a murderous wind from all sides along with angry curses, as Bloody Jack’s angry underlings began their assault.

”PAM” ”PAM” the cracking sound of fists surged forward, as two beer bottles had already crashed down onto Sheyan’s head. Shreds of glass were flying about as another stool violent smacked down onto Sheyan’s back. Sheyan swiftly reacted as he spun around with a murderously terrifying look as he charged forward with a killing intent.

Two minutes later, no one on Blood Jack’s side was left standing, all sprawling across the ground in agony moaning and groaning in pain. Sheyan was already very experienced in dealing with this kind of people, furthermore his strength had recently been greatly enhanced to a high 12 points. He was easily stronger than a grown strong male by two folds, inflicting heavy damage everywhere he struck. His blows were strong enough to even cause fractures and internal bleeding upon impact.

Fighting inside this pub was a common occurrence, as the passersby casually dispersed to one side and carried on watching the show. However the conclusion shocked everyone to a stupor. This new guy actually managed to take down 6 huge hooligans in a short timespan and yet he did not look like he was that kind of a gangster material that could fight. Although there were clear visible wounds on his body, however looking at his state, it felt like he could challenge another 6 more guys and win!

Looking at the disorderly mess of his opponents on the floor, Sheyan contemptuously gave off a snort, tidied up his coat, he casually pick up a bottle of brandy and poured it on his injured hand. What was shocking was that his wound was not as deep as he imagined it to be, and even portrayed signs of the wound closing up.