Chapter 1411 - 1408: Douglas

When the weirdo finished speaking, the Trampling gang completed their boast, recounting their impressive feats amidst rampant laughter.

"Rare artifact, now do you know what thing you are?" shouted a small henchman among the Trampling gang, thinking their boasting had intimidated the boy.

"Hmm, I think I understand now, you're just a bunch of pitiful creatures expelled from the Mantai Empire." Igor said, showing no fear of these Mantai People.

"You!" The Trampling gang were angry, but since their leader hadn't spoken, none of them acted recklessly.

This showed their discipline well, and Igor saw that the Trampling gang relied not on individual prowess but on collective action.

The Mantai cavalry was originally a unit known for strong mobility and speed, often appearing and disappearing without a trace. That's why there was talk of Wind Control, and the Mantai Empire's army had been relying on them to strike against Kayne's Adventurers with Class.

"Rare artifact, if it weren't for our agreement with Brass, we definitely wouldn't have let you keep such an intact body!" said the Trampling gang leader, his tone heavy and obviously angry at Igor's earlier words.

"Oh really? But I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed!" Igor stood up, disregarding the Trampling gang's anger, and spoke tauntingly without hesitation.

"Young man, don't be impulsive!" The weirdo beside Igor cautioned him, clearly thinking the Trampling gang should be handled cautiously.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Igor thanked the weirdo for his reminder.

"You brat, Xiba!" The Trampling gang's anger was uncontrollable, directly spilling out their native language. "Xiba" in Mantai means an insult, which everyone could tell.

"Boss, let me chop off his hands!"

"Boss, Brass just said he wanted him alive, not that he can't be crippled!"

"Yes, Boss, I'd rather take less gold coins just to chop off this guy's arm!"

Even with the Trampling gang seething with rage, Igor remained relaxed because he knew that in this tavern, they couldn't exert too much power. They were cavalry, after all. In cramped spaces, what threat can cavalry pose to an Adventurer with Class?

"Why hasn't that Brass guy arrived!" The Trampling gang leader was also angry but unlike his subordinates, he had more awareness of the situation.

What he had to do now was hold this boy in place and wait for Brass to arrive to collect what they came for, then reckon with the boy.

Eventually, he wanted to tear the place apart!

"Boy, have you thought about what you are facing?" The weirdo suddenly asked.

"Of course I know. I'm facing a bunch of bastards. This Brass or whoever, I want to see what kind of person this guy really is." Igor was resolute.

"Do you know what you're facing..."

"I know, I'm facing a bunch of bastards extracting Spirit Cores!" Igor's gaze was firm as he drew his Meteor Sword.

"Boss, he's going to fight!"

"Can't let this guy go unchecked!"

The little henchmen got excited.

"Rare artifact, let me tell you, you're no match for us. Better put down that junk you're holding!" The Trampling gang leader said, very repulsed by Igor's move.

"Junk?" Igor looked at his Meteor Sword. This was the first time someone disregarded the Meteor Sword. This sword was crafted by a Craftsman Spirit and even had a Sword Spirit. Yet, it was dismissed by a few Mantai Empire punks.

"Young man!" The old man nearby suddenly stood up.

The sound was very deep, indicating a rich and enduring experience.

"This tavern is also a peaceful place; let's not trouble the owner. To deal with these bastards, let's avoid damaging anything inside it."

The old man suddenly stood with Igor, causing both Igor and the weirdo to be quite surprised. They had been observing this old man for a while and still couldn't figure out what kind of person he was. Now, with the old man taking their side, they were naturally surprised. The weirdo had long sided with Igor but didn't want to show his stance prematurely.

Now everything here became very clear. The opposing sides were all divided.

"We didn't want to trample here, but you bunch of unappreciative guys are so outrageous, we'll show no courtesy now. Brothers, brandish your knives!"

Swish, swish, swish! The Trampling gang very neatly raised their scimitars in the air...

"I've said, we don't want to fight here!" The old man stated again, this time his voice was even louder and had an imposing taste, clearly a voice mixed with Spirit Power.

Soundwave Attack, through his words, the old man already launched an attack!

Only then did Igor feel the thick Spirit Power emanating from the old man.

The wave of Soundwave attack was well-aimed, as the old man said, unrelated people should not be disturbed. The attack was fully directed at the Trampling gang.

Earlier the Trampling gang was arrogant, but now they were all changed, most covering their ears, rolling on the ground.

The Trampling gang leader had strong composure, not falling because of the Soundwave attack. He looked at the opposite people, finally realizing they were not to be trifled with.

"Who are you?"

Old talk emerged once again, a phrase always appearing after this gang bragged about themselves and faced setbacks.

"Who we are isn't important. What's important is whether you still want to fight this fight." The old man said calmly, "if you want to fight, then take it outside!"

"Boss, this old guy looks familiar."

"Seems similar to the old guy in the picture Brass gave us."

The Soundwave attack lasted only a short while. The Trampling gang got back up, obviously possessing strong physiques.

"Everything will be clear when Brass gets here." The Trampling gang leader continued, seemingly reliant on Brass.

"Unfortunately, you might not wait for Brass anymore!" The old man straightened up, with an air of superiority.

The Trampling gang stared at the old man, surprised.

"Boss, this guy is the man in the picture."

"Correct, this expression is exactly like in the picture."

"Xiba, how effortless is this!"

The leader of the Trampling gang laughed heartily again, making Igor feel quite embarrassed...