Chapter 246 - Come at me all at once Im in a hurry
Chapter 246 of "Exploring Technology in a Wizard World" opens presenting key developments: Chapter 246: Chapter 245 Come at me all at once, Iâm in a hurry Chapter... Read on!
Chapter 246: Chapter 245 Come at me all at once, Iâm in a hurry Chapter 246: Chapter 245 Come at me all at once, Iâm in a hurry âClatter clatter clatterâŠâLeaving the tavern, Richard was carrying a suitcase and walking back to the lab when his eyes suddenly flickered. He turned to look around the street, his eyebrows slowly raising.
It was too quiet.
During the day, the entire street was utterly deserted.
ThisâŠ
Suddenly, Richard seemed to hear something and turned his head towards the corner of the street.
âClatter clatter clatterâŠâ
The sound of rushing footsteps arose, and in the next moment, a large group of people burst out from the street corner, dressed in gray linen clothes, wielding weapons, their gazes fierce. The person at the forefront pointed, shouting, âThere! Charge!â
âWhoosh!â
A large group of people rapidly approached.
If an ordinary person saw this scene, most would be so frightened they would turn and run, but Richard blinked and remained still. He followed the gaze of the approaching crowd and turned to look toward the end of the street.
Unsurprisingly, another group of people emerged from there. Unlike those wielding weapons, these new figures were empty-handed, robust, every one of them excessively muscular, aptly called muscle freaks or muscle men.
When the muscle men saw the weapon bearers, they didnât hold back either. Even unarmed, they roared and rushed forward side by side to meet the weapon bearers, fearless and even overpowering in their momentum.
Caught in the middle between the two groups, Richard looked at one side and then the other, noting that both ends of the street were completely blocked off. Judging from the rate at which both groups were advancing, he was right where they would meet.
Hmm, thisâŠ
Richard pursed his lips, having no desire to partake in this irrelevant street gang brawl. He stepped toward one side of the street, leaving the frontline to the two groups.
Of course, he took necessary precautionsâsilently uttering a spell, activating the No.1 Ring.
Wind Light Spirit, Wind Force, Pearceâs Nerve Sensitivity Technique, Accelerated Recoveryâall four spells were unleashed, enhancing his body.
Richard felt the air swiftly gathering around him, as if armor had been placed upon him, strength amplified, springy like a trampoline beneath his feet, agility enhanced. His skin bristled, senses heightened, cellular activity in his body increased, physical strength and injury recovery accelerated.
âBang!â
At that moment, the weapon-bearing men and the muscle men had fiercely collided, beginning an intense battle.
Richard saw the weapon bearers showing no mercy, continually swinging their swords at the muscle men, blood spraying wildly. The muscle men roared, flinging their massive fists, tearing open the weapon bearersâ flesh, causing screams of agony.
âAh! Ah!â
âBang! Bang!â
The battle raged on, people fell constantly, and soon a victor began to surface.
The muscle men were clearly strong fighters, their physical combat power overwhelmingly superior to that of the weapon bearers by a whole level. But⊠while the weapon bearers were less powerful fighters, their weapons compensated with a lethality two degrees greaterâif a punch was unlikely to be fatal, a well-placed sword strike could be deadly.
The weapon bearers repeatedly swung their swords, and after a short stalemate, they forced the muscle men into a retreat.
With continuous attacks, the weapon bearers gradually cornered the muscle men into a small circle.
Meanwhile, some weapon bearers who had been freed up finally noticed Richard, an âoddâ presence standing to one side of the street.
A red-haired man looked at Richard and asked in an unfriendly tone, âHey, kid, who are you?â
âJust passing through.â
ââŠâ The red-haired manâs eyes widened, as if he had heard something unbelievable, âJust passing through? If youâre just passing through, what are you doing here?â
âYouâve blocked the road; what else can I do but stay here?â Richard said, glancing at the redhead who had spoken up. âNow that your fight is almost over, can I leave?â
âUh, thatâŠâ
âSince youâre not saying no, Iâm leaving.â With that, Richard pushed past the man in front of him, grabbed the wooden box, and started to walk away.
The redhead stalled for a moment, scratching his head. It seemed like nothing was wrong, but then again, something seemed off.
âWait!â The redhead suddenly realized something and shouted at Richardâs back, âYou⊠you stop right there!â
âWhat is it?â Richard stopped and looked at the redhead.
âArenât you afraid of us?â the redhead asked curiously.
âWhy should I be afraid of you?â Richard retorted.
âUhâŠâ The redhead was at a loss for words before his frustration got the better of him, âWe are the Red Sike Gang, and you dare not be afraid! Kid, youâre unlucky to bump into us, and you canât just leave that easily! Leave that box youâre holding!â
âAre you sure?â Richard asked.
âYes!â
âBut the stuff in this box isnât of any use to you.â
âWe still want it left behind.â
âHuh.â Richard exhaled, fixating his gaze on the redhead with slight furrow in his brow. âWhat if I donât leave it?â
The redhead angered, waved his hand towards his companions, âTeach him a lesson! Let him know our power!â
âWhoosh,â the weapon-bearing crowd, while part of them continued their assault on the surrounded muscular men, the rest surged towards Richard.
Richardâs expression turned to one of resignation.
Was this trouble completely unprovoked?
With a light sigh, Richard placed the wooden box on the ground to prevent damage and then faced the approaching armed men.
âSwish!â
A man wielding a rusty longsword swung down. Richard dodged swiftly, then kicked out, sending the attacker flying like a bird with broken wings, knocking down several others in the process.
âSwish!â
Another swung an ax. Richard struck the manâs wrist causing him to drop his weapon in pain. Then, Richard clenched his fist and struck hard at the manâs chest.
âBang!â The man spat blood as he flew backward.
âSwish!â
Another with a longsword swung down. Richard moved like lightning, pinching the blade between his fingers, yanking forcefully to throw off the attackerâs balance. Grabbing the manâs clothes, Richard swung him like a weapon, striking the steadily approaching attackers.
âBang, bang, bang!â The sounds of impacts filled the air followed by the breaking of bones as a group swiftly collapsed.
Yet, more continuously rushed forward fiercely.
Richard watched, shaking his head and muttering to himself, âAdmirable courage, but⊠why bother.â
In the next moment, Richard kicked an oncoming attacker into the air, then pulled out a small tube of gold potionâan undiluted âSpartan Heroic Potionâ from his pocket.
He opened the lid, took a small sip, fully stretching his body. Looking at the crowd, he calmly spoke, âHow about we negotiate something? You all come at once⊠Iâm in a hurry.â
âDamn it! Kill this guy!â The weapon-bearing crowd felt scorned and surged forward angrily in a furious uproar.