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Suddenly, in the dim corner of the tavern, a drunken man staggered to his feet. He glared at Alan with a look of hatred and intoxication, then shouted loudly, "You sicko!"
Before the words had even finished, he violently swept the bottle in his hand in a long arc, hurling it directly at Alan. In an instant, Alan felt a surge of intense anger, his eyes turning red and every muscle in his body tensing abnormally.
At that moment, the other patrons in the tavern erupted like ignited gunpowder. They surged towards Alan from all directions like a tide, some with clenched fists, others holding broken bottles, all wearing expressions of anger and hostility.
Alan understood that this was not the place to vent his anger; he had to control himself. He was surrounded by angry patrons, and the situation was precarious. Just then, he suddenly noticed that Sarah had quietly made her way to the tavern's entrance.
Sara waved at him, with a teasing and triumphant smile on her face, as if to say, "What are you going to do?"
Alan couldn't continue to pay attention to her, because a heavy fist was quickly smashing towards his face. The fist carried a strong air pressure and anger, hitting his face heavily.
"Pain!" Alan felt a burning sensation on his face, but this pain made him more alert. He gritted his teeth and forcefully suppressed the boiling anger, then surprisingly dodged the attacks that followed with agility.
"You beast!" a drunkard shouted, swinging a broken bottle at Alan. In an instant, Alan made a judgment and rolled to avoid this deadly blow.
He glanced around and saw that the tavern had turned into a complete battlefield. Tables were overturned, bottles shattered, and some patrons had even started attacking each other.
But Alan didn't have time to deal with this. He needed to find a way to resolve the brawl, and fast.
At that moment, his gaze fell on a shabby chair next to him. Alan quickly picked up the chair and made a threatening gesture, with a hint of coldness in his eyes.
"If you come any closer, you will regret it!" Alan growled.
But the drinkers in the tavern seemed completely unaffected, perhaps alcohol had robbed them of their senses, or they were just too eager to find an outlet for their emotions. Either way, they surged forward like madmen.
Alan took a deep breath, gripping the chair tightly in his hand. The few drinkers in front of him were clearly a bit drunk, their faces flushed and their movements clumsy. However, their numerical advantage made them fearless, and one after another, they charged at Alan in a frenzy.
Alan lifted the chair over his head and slammed it down. "Bang—" The first impact was deafening, and a patron's face contorted in pain as they screamed and collapsed heavily onto the floor.
Then came the second, the third—Alan was like a raging lion, mercilessly attacking the oncoming enemies with the chair. Each blow was accompanied by a crisp shattering sound and moans, as the patrons fell to the ground one after another, convulsing.
But at this moment, Alan felt a hint of danger. Instinctively, he leaned to the side, narrowly avoiding a bottle that whizzed past his face and shattered against the wall.
Alan quickly turned around and used a chair to block another swinging fist. "Bang!" A loud noise echoed as the chair and the fist violently collided, creating a chilling sound.
He gripped the handle of the chair tightly, and like a whirlwind, he traced a series of violent arcs through the tavern. With each swing, patrons fell to the ground, either knocked down by his chair or kicked away by his swift feet.
But the chaos in the tavern seemed to be uncontrollable. Other patrons also began to rampage, their targets no longer just Alan, but anyone nearby. Bottles, chairs, and tables flew everywhere, like a disorderly and absurd dance.
Roars and shouts filled the entire tavern, occasionally mixed with the drunken laughter of some people. This atmosphere made Alan even more certain that he had to leave this place quickly.
Just then, a heavy object suddenly flew towards Alan. Instinctively, he raised a chair, "Bang—", a bottle hit the chair, shattering into pieces. Alan took the opportunity to swing the chair and drive away the few drinkers who were closest to him.
He quickly scanned the surroundings and found that the other drinkers had been temporarily stunned by his sudden outburst. At that moment, he turned around and saw that Sarah had already opened the door of the tavern and quickly slipped out.
Alan's gaze was as sharp as a raging fire, and he shouted, "Sarah, don't run!" He pounced toward the narrow exit of the tavern like a released wild beast. However, an unexpected obstacle blocked his way - a group of drinkers, each with a different expression - some in shock, some furious, and others foolishly grinning in a semi-drunken state.
Alan flashed a hint of impatience in his eyes, he had no time to waste on these people. For a moment, he felt the anger inside him boiling like a volcano, power rapidly gathering within him. He instantly grabbed the shoulder of a tall drinker in front of him, effortlessly throwing him into the crowd. He continued forward, using unexpected strength to push or knock out anyone who tried to stop him.
Without any hesitation, Alan charged out, almost every step carrying astonishing power. Whenever someone tried to stop him, he unhesitatingly used near-supernatural strength to push them away, or knocked them out with a punch.
Finally, Alan arrived at the door. Looking at the street in front of him dyed golden red by the setting sun, with a dark red halo in the distant sky. He caught a glimpse of Sarah's slender figure just disappearing around the corner of the street, and at that moment, he realized that if he didn't catch up with her quickly, he might lose the opportunity to collaborate with this mysterious mage forever.
His heart raced, and his muscles tensed as if shocked. He suddenly kicked the wooden door of the tavern to pieces and rushed out in great strides. Each step felt like crushing the ground, and his speed was much faster than any ordinary person.
Alan swiftly crossed the street, passed over a low bridge, and finally arrived at a narrow alley. He briefly stopped, trying to calm his racing heart and listened to the sounds around him. His intuition told him that Sarah was nearby.
He took a deep breath, gathered all his strength and focus once again, preparing to face whatever was coming. Then, he quickened his pace, like a fierce beast about to pounce on its prey, and eagerly pursued along the alley. He knew he couldn't let this rare opportunity slip away.
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