“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 tenth ranking scions, who

jaws hit

moves. But do you have any idea who you just laid your hands on? They are sons

have beaten up, you had to choose

end for trouble for anyone who dared to manhandle the offspring of the imperial families. It was no news that the prominent families were infamous for how protective they were

about them? That they are untouchable? Then I would love for

throw a

way he could

taste of this too!” Levi

it on then, if you

having his way and reckoned no one in Oakland City would

that it was he himself

fell

Crack!

Conrad was

Bang!

Crack!

struck out again with his

Crack!

Crack!

on either side of

“Arrgh…”

echoed through the

He is maimed!

his

That’s brutal!

This is insanely cruel!

All present were shell-shocked.

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