Astartes of the Bear School

Chapter 425 424. The same pendant

An adult Sintra man, even if he is relatively slender, must start at at least seventy kilograms.

And a man with one hand raised flatly, holding 70 kilograms of weight steadily while the opponent struggled, and it seemed that he didn't even take a breath. The people of Sintra are brave, but these people are not ready to fight without weapons. Go arm-wrestling with a humanoid 'bear' without any armor.

Lan En held the man's neck and held him up.

His hood was turned toward the people standing at the table. The shadow of the hood was dark, making them unable to see anything and making them feel panicked.

Gradually, these people swallowed their saliva, repositioned the stools that they had overturned, and sat down.

It wasn't until they sat down again that Lan En lowered his arms.

The man who was originally struggling like a living fish hanging in mid-air finally didn't look like he was about to die after his feet touched the ground again.

At this time, most people in the tavern, except those in the boxing ring, had their eyes drawn to Lan En's changes.

And while everyone was watching, Lan En held the acne-scarred man by the neck and dragged him towards the Fist of Wrath Championship.

The man was struggling, but his strength was not enough to cause Lan En any lag.

Lan En dragged him like a dead duck that had been bled.

Within the confines of the boxing match, the manager was using a piece of parchment backed by a wooden board to record the spectators' bets, as well as the changes in the betting ratios of the players.

"'Fishhook' Deacon wins! This is his third win! Three consecutive wins! Let us congratulate him! By the way, his winning rate has changed, so please pay attention when placing your bets."

The manager's tone did not change at all. Professional and good at stirring up the atmosphere, just like the spectators who placed bets on the boxing match, their attention was not focused on anything else.

If sweat hadn't trickled down from his temples under his little leather hat.

Heavy footsteps gradually approached from behind him, mixed with the scraping sound of a dragged person leaving traces of struggle on the ground.

Finally, all the sounds in the tavern stopped when the heavy footsteps stopped behind him.

"Plop!"

A man's body flew past him like a rag doll, hit the wall, bounced and fell to the ground.

The acne-scarred man held his throat and breathed in precious air, while he was twisted to the point of speechlessness due to the pain of being knocked out of his back.

Like a fish that landed on the beach, it pupates like a fish.

"You two made eye contact at least three times just now. Now you want to pretend that nothing happened?"

The tall body cast a deep shadow. For some reason, the person in charge just felt that the shadow was terrifyingly deep.

"Why are you provoking me?"

The manager swallowed hard and kept licking his lips, but was speechless.

A man with a few bruises on his upper body and a shirtless body in the center surrounded by the audience yelled and cursed.

"Fuck you! Who are you? This is my arena, my arena!"

Lan En remembered that he seemed to have heard terms such as 'strike' and 'fishhook' just now.

The shirtless man rushed towards the witcher menacingly.

"Come on! If you dare, fight me! With your bare hands! Come on. Plop~"

Another moment when no one reacted.

The local serial winner of the boxing match, the strong man nicknamed "Fishhook", seemed to be suddenly yanked by the invisible air, and then his whole strong body somersaulted, spinning in a circle and hitting the ground.

He lay on his back on the ground stupidly at first, and then his body responded.

He desperately tried to shrink his back, because the hit to the ground was too sudden and painful.

The sudden impact on his back made him unable to breathe for a moment, and he could only twist on the ground like a prawn.

"Magic!" "Witchcraft!" and other exclamations continued, and the originally lively crowd suddenly retreated a large distance.

Just having these two words enter your ears is enough to make you feel unlucky.

But this has nothing to do with magic.

This is the technique of boxing.

Ashina Isshin once used his taijutsu on Lan En. During that sparring session, Ashina's sword master even just grabbed one of the demon hunter's palms and threw him directly from the front and behind him!

Regardless of speed, strength, or stress points on the human body, he shouldn't be able to do it.

But the old man used his top-notch skills to make Lan En feel like he was thrown out of the air!

But now, the demon hunter who was once thrown out can also perform this trick.

His progress was even much faster than Ashina Isshin expected!

After two people were lying on the ground, the person in charge finally seemed to recognize the reality.

"H-I'm sorry, sir. I just, just want to find more people to participate. This is a new competition, and I can get a commission based on the number of games. Gudu."

For the people of Sintra, whether it is a formal match or a drunken brawl, it does not affect their enjoyment.

As long as there is a fight and the person in charge is shouting and shouting to place bets, it is considered a game.

Lan En tilted his head and looked at the person in charge of the Fist of Wrath in front of him.

"Then I'm telling you now, I'm not interested in your boxing match, and I don't want to be disturbed in this tavern. Do you understand?"

"Yes, it is."

After saying that, Lan En shook his head helplessly and turned back to his table.

At the dining table, Regis had clapped his hands softly.

The sound was very harsh in the silent tavern.

But neither of them cared.

"Wonderful technique, wonderful!"

After Regis put down his hand, he poured Lan En another glass of mead.

"Oh, sorry, I was so excited just now that I drank two more drinks."

"Hey, I don't make money by boxing and juggling." Lan curled his lips and said dissatisfiedly to Regis.

"Of course, of course, you are a demon hunter, a righteous man who supports himself by protecting humans and killing monsters."

The vampire let out a magnetic, low smirk.

"To be honest, I thought you were going to kill them when you were acting like that just now. Wasn't your aura a bit too ferocious?"

"It's their fault that they're afraid, and I can't control how they feel. And I'm not going to kill anyone just because someone scolds me. In that case, I'd have to read "Freaks," or "The Witcher" in this world. All the people who wrote this book must be killed."

"Aha!" Regis took the initiative to touch the cup with Lan En who had not yet lifted it up. "Then I really appreciate your magnanimity."

Lan En shook his head helplessly.

After slowly becoming more familiar, this high-level vampire seemed to reveal his true nature——

Although he is gentle, he always instinctively wants to tease others.

This kind of character makes Lan En always can't help but think: if Regis and Geralt get to know each other, then the dialogue between the two of them will definitely keep him entertained for a long time.

And just when Lan En and Regis each drank another drink, the manager who had just been threatened by Lan En came to their table timidly.

The man took off the little leather hat on his head, held it tightly on his chest, and swallowed nervously.

"Sir, please forgive me for offending again, but if I guess correctly you are a witcher who came to take over that job?"

Before Lan En could say anything, the person in charge continued speaking in one breath.

"I saw the pendant that was revealed when you did it just now, the roaring bear head. It's made of silver, and it's lifelike. I'll never forget it after seeing it once."

The manager's previous remarks did not arouse Lan En's interest.

But what he said next made both the demon hunter and the vampire turn their heads and look at him.

"You mean"

Lan En asked cautiously.

"Have you seen the same pendant as mine?"

The nervous boxing match manager nodded.

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