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The strength of the Big Bad Wolf had always been a source of great curiosity for everyone.
Three years ago, during that winter, this man who habitually wore a mask entered a tavern and defeated the winner of that night’s Arena with just one punch, leaving behind a cold remark: "Trash." His arrogant behavior sparked immense controversy, prompting many Arena Fighters to challenge him, eager to teach this overconfident outsider a lesson. This drew significant attention at the time.
Some believed the Big Bad Wolf was merely lucky to have faced an average Arena Fighter, arguing that if he had encountered a more seasoned warrior, the outcome would have been different. Others were deeply impressed by his punch, convinced that his abilities were far beyond what they had witnessed. Regardless, as the debates and public opinion swirled, the image of the Big Bad Wolf became increasingly enigmatic.
It wasn't until the Challenge Match began that the doubts faded. In just half an evening, the Big Bad Wolf defeated thirteen challengers in a row, silencing all opposition. However, what truly shocked everyone was not just his ultimate victory but the manner in which he achieved it!
Indeed, with just one punch! No matter who his opponent was, the Big Bad Wolf only needed one punch! Before his fist, all notions of strength seemed illusory; none could escape their fate of being shattered!
At some point, whenever people mentioned the Big Bad Wolf, they inevitably associated him with one term—invincible!
So when he appeared in the Arena, a heavy gloom settled over everyone’s hearts. It was not just fear; it was also respect accumulated from three years of witnessing his invincible battles!
At that moment, the Big Bad Wolf hadn’t made any moves yet, but terror already loomed over them like a beast lurking in the depths. Even without showing its fangs, its fierce aura seeped out…
Garen leaned slightly forward, his gaze sharpening with vigilance.
Suddenly, the Big Bad Wolf moved! With a loud crash, he shattered the ground beneath him and surged forward like lightning, so fast that it was hard to see!
Since weapons were not allowed in the Arena, Garen had stored his Stormblade in his System backpack and entered barehanded. He remained calm and suddenly threw a punch behind him! Just as the Big Bad Wolf closed in, he swiftly shifted his position at an awkward angle to move behind Garen. That fierce charge had merely been a feint; such tricks could fool ordinary people but could never deceive Garen's keen eyes.
"Bang!" Their fists collided violently, sending shockwaves through the air and shattering every bottle and jar in the tavern!
The Big Bad Wolf seemed unfazed by Garen's ability to withstand him. He abruptly stepped forward and tried to pin Garen's arm down. But before he could fully exert his strength, Garen sank slightly and unleashed a sudden knee strike! The Big Bad Wolf had no choice but to halt his hands and counter with his own knee!
"Bang!" Another impact echoed, as if the entire Arena trembled!
This time, however, it was Garen who took the initiative! In an instant, he released the immense force pressing down on his knee and suddenly spun around. Grabbing the entire arm of the Great Wolf, which had a hold on his left arm, he twisted at his waist and slammed the Great Wolf hard into the ground!
The tavern fell into a dead silence, with shock filling everyone's eyes!
It wasn't that they had forgotten how to speak; they simply couldn't find the words!
Who would dare to believe that the invincible Great Wolf could be thrown to the ground by someone?!
Just before the Great Wolf hit the ground completely, Garen retracted his right hand, clenched it into a fist, and gathered his Fighting Spirit... As the Great Wolf landed, this punch followed closely behind, landing with a "bang" against his chest!
At that moment, Garen's expression suddenly changed!
In terms of true strength, the Great Wolf was exceptionally powerful; he was an astonishing level 7 warrior in Fighting Spirit. Unfortunately for him, he was up against Garen, an 8th level warrior. The Great Wolf also possessed considerable combat experience, but when both sides reached a certain level of mastery, one could no longer pursue what ordinary people considered "perfection," "continuity," or "grace." Instead, it became about using various methods to force one's opponent to reveal flaws and seizing opportunities...
In their earlier exchange, Garen had leveraged his advantage in Fighting Spirit to compel the Great Wolf into making mistakes, turning defense into offense and creating this opportunity for a punch! This punch could rival the power of a level 9 warrior!
However, as his fist connected, Garen suddenly felt that the Great Wolf's chest... was as hard as steel!
This hardness did not come from muscle but from a unique constitution. The problem was that this was not a physique that any human could possess!
Suddenly realizing something, Garen hesitated for a moment. Seizing this opportunity, the Great Wolf sprang back up without hesitation and threw a punch at Garen. Garen immediately met it with his own fist; with a loud "bang," they quickly separated again!
The drinkers around the Arena were completely stunned, unable to utter a single sound.
But if an experienced person were present, they would quickly analyze that this battle had reached a stalemate. The body of the Big Bad Wolf far exceeded his own level; even Garen, who was one level higher, could not inflict any substantial damage.
And similarly...
Garen's physique...
...
Of course, only those who could see the peculiarities of this battle must possess an abundance of combat experience. However, there were hardly any such individuals inside the Iron Fist Tavern.
"What is this guy thinking?" Oshuria frowned. "Does he really want to end in a draw?"
"If it ends in a draw, it probably won't have the intended deterrent effect on those nobles," Lacreto said with some concern, then suddenly thought of something. "Hmm... Old man, do you think he might be trying to..."
Lacreto's gaze fell upon the pile of gold coins.
Indeed, the stakes in this wager were enormous. The two sides were the Aurelia Alliance and the Ekria Family. Regardless of whether the Big Bad Wolf or Garen emerged victorious, one side would win the gold coins. But what if it ended in a draw? That's right—if a draw occurred on stage, it would mean that both betting parties would lose, and the gold coins would be taken by the house, which was none other than the Iron Fist Tavern.
In a sense, the Iron Fist Tavern had already become a possession of the Aurelia Alliance. Moreover, afterward, they would still need to pay a hefty sum to the Big Bad Wolf...
"Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous! Has this guy fallen into a money trap?" Oshuria exclaimed angrily.
Though displeased, Oshuria could not change anything. After all, the Big Bad Wolf was not a loyal subordinate of Aurei, but merely a transaction. This approach was precisely aimed at maximizing his own benefits within that transaction, which was understandable.
Should he intervene and stop the match?
This was even more absurd. Who among these people would dare to reason with those two powerful warriors at the top? Oshuria still planned to live a few more years...
"Forget it, let's start planning ahead," Oshuria said with a frown, then walked over to Edward.
"Isn't it too soon?" Lacreto was taken aback.
"Too soon? Should we wait until they actually reach a stalemate?" Oshuria's irritated voice came through.
Edward sat in a corner of the tavern, the light somewhat dim, yet he could see the battle on stage clearly.
"Mr. Edward," Oshuria approached with a smile, maintaining her respectful demeanor, but her tone was filled with a sense of pride.
"What is it?" Edward asked while sipping his drink.
"There is something."
Oshuria's smile faded as she coldly stated, "I hope you will hand over the ownership of Iron Fist Tavern."
"Why should I agree to that?"
Oshuria relished this moment, chuckling as she said, "Because I am more capable of leading this tavern than you are and more deserving of this position!"
"Oh, I refuse."
"What?"
Oshuria's long-prepared speech felt as ineffective as striking cotton, and he suddenly grew angry. "Edward! I hope you can see the current situation clearly! You have no right to refuse!"
At that moment, Lacreto approached with several burly men.
As they drew near, the tables around Edward erupted with movement; suddenly, all were his subordinates! The leader, Mu Dong, possessed a formidable level five strength and had been Edward's trusted aide for many years.
"Let me introduce you. This is Lord Skorando, who served as a personal guard to a Baron for two years," Oshuria said fearlessly, pointing to the muscular man beside Lacreto. "And this is Lord Terlino, a retired officer from Adam City."
Oshuria continued to introduce the identities of these individuals, while Mu Dong and his warriors wore increasingly grim expressions.
Position is always relative. In a big city, these people's status would not stand out; even if they had glorious histories, they were merely relics of the past, now outdated and discarded by the times.
However, Edward's subordinates were just ordinary warriors from a small town, too timid to even enter the Beast Mountain Range. Otherwise, they wouldn't be serving under someone else. Sensing the strong aura emanating from the newcomers, Edward's men began to show signs of retreat; some even took a few steps back.
"Now, I give you an opportunity."
Oshuria took a deep breath and said coldly, "Join me."
"This is your unique way out tonight; otherwise, you may be left here forever! I can guarantee it!"
Edward's subordinates exchanged glances but none stepped forward.
At that moment, Skorando impatiently clapped his hands.
In the dim light of the tavern, a group of uniformed figures surged in and ultimately stopped behind Skorando, creating an atmosphere of impending danger.
"Report, Commander! All three hundred are present! Fifty at the entrance, two hundred and fifty on the streets, ready for battle at any moment!" The leading man declared with a resonant voice.
Skorando nodded in satisfaction, a teasing smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
At that moment, someone stepped forward and stood beside Oshuria.
"Get to the back!" Skorando barked, frowning.
The person trembled and hurriedly ran to the rear.
Then, several more individuals emerged, not daring to glance at Skorando, their heads down as they sprinted to the back.
The third group... the fourth group...
In the blink of an eye, Edward's originally thirty-plus subordinates had dwindled to just over ten.
However, Edward did not feel despair; he knew he had more than just those thirty people. Similarly, Oshuria did not believe this would be enough to crush Edward; otherwise, he wouldn't have spent a fortune hiring Skorando and others.
But when that figure stepped out, ripples formed in Edward's wine glass.
"Are you afraid too? Mu Dong."
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