“You are begging for death, boy!”

“Who dares threaten Mr. Garcia? Are you tired of living?”

Up stepped two men – Cosimo Cuvier and Clarance Trent.

They were sons of the imperial families, variously the ninth and tenth ranking scions in the city.

Both of them were lifelong practitioners of martial arts and highly competent exponents.

“Clear out!” Levi warned.

“Get him!” Conrad commanded at the same time.

Cosimo and Clarance then simultaneously rushed towards Levi.

Bang!

Bang!

Levi pivoted on one foot and lashed out with the other, sending the two men flying back in the opposite direction.

Crack!

Crack!

The loudness of the fighting juxtaposed against the silence of the crowd.

The two young men crashed through several tables before falling heavily onto the ground, followed by their briefly quivering bodies before they lost consciousness.

As those awful sounds died down, the stillness of the air engulfed the entire room.

The masses were stunned as no one knew Levi could fight…

well he was able to manage against the ninth and

jaws

you have any idea who you just laid your hands on? They are sons

you could have beaten up, you had to choose them! You’re

end for trouble for anyone who dared to manhandle the offspring of the imperial families. It was no news that

“What’s that about them? That they are untouchable? Then I would love for nothing more than to give them imperials a good

about to throw a fit at Levi’s

way he

too!” Levi raised a tightened fist

then,

one in

was he himself who asked for a

moment his voice fell and drove

Crack!

another bone splintering sound, Conrad was brought to

Bang!

Crack!

struck out

Crack!

Crack!

landed unerringly on either side of

“Arrgh…”

bloodcurdling scream echoed through the

He is maimed!

four of his limbs

That’s brutal!

This is insanely cruel!

All present were shell-shocked.

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