Witcher's Atelier

The atmosphere in the Hairy Bear Tavern was getting hotter and hotter as the host promoted it. More and more people came to watch, expecting this asymmetrical fight to bring them the sensory stimulation of fists hitting flesh and blood.

"The odds of betting on you to win are now 1 to 5!" The person who registered the registration saw that it was the chicken boxer who asked, grinned, and smiled happily.

Victor, who got the answer, smiled even happier than him, and said directly to the girl: "Angoulême, help me bet, I bet 100 orens on myself." This odds is not bad, which can more or less compensate for her losses.

When she was about to take the money, she saw Victor taking off his iron-studded leather armor and taking out two potions from the herbal bag and drinking them.

She immediately thought of the pocket money she still had, and immediately changed her mind to the bettor, saying, "I'll bet 150 Orens."

At this point, the Ultimate Killer was finally introduced, and the host was about to introduce the other boxer, "And the one who will challenge the Ultimate Killer today is him..." At this point, he took the note handed over by his assistant, which was just written by Victor. Although he looked strange after reading it, he still read it out according to the words on it, "The Fist of the Eastern Star, the Dragon of Bell Town!"

When the host stretched out the tone and shouted "The Dragon of Bell Town", Victor "Shua!" tore off the last linen shirt on his upper body, revealing his well-proportioned, strong, and time-tested fighting muscles, which were his solid support for fighting one against three, or even one against five.

The bare-chested fight between men and men, and the hot atmosphere on the scene gave Victor an interesting idea, maybe he could get a domineering tattoo sticker next time? When the clothes were taken off, the Yinglong tattoo on his back was exposed... It was absolutely handsome.

The introducer continued to shout, "…That's right! This man with four scars on his face, his fighting name is the Dragon of Bell Town! Quite a powerful name, right?

Oh look! His muscles are beyond our imagination, completely different from his height, he doesn't look like a chicken at all, he is just a fighting cock! Ah! Our ultimate killer may face a severe challenge..."

The boy didn't pay much attention to what clichés the host used to stir up the atmosphere on the scene. No matter good or bad, it didn't matter. Everything was just to make more people willing to bet.

Looking around the bustling tavern, Victor saw the short and strong Griffin, who kept his hands on his chest and leaned on the bar to watch from a distance.

See a group of ram gang members wearing gray cloth trousers, red corset copper buckle belts, and linen open-collared tops.

I also saw several bartenders surrounding a very beautiful lady with big wavy hair who had just entered the door, pointing at me. And when she approached the ring, the men around her naturally made way for her, and no one tried to get close to take advantage.

Unexpectedly, he also saw Siegfried - Siegfried of Danso. I didn't expect that the noble son of the Fiery Rose would appear in such a place.

He raised his glass to greet the young man, then waved to call the signer over and pointed at Victor.

Good vision! It seems that the Rose Knight should make a small profit today.

When he came back to his senses, the host had finished his routine and was conducting the final pre-match interview: "Now let's ask the Ultimate Killer, before the fight, do you have anything else to say to your opponent?"

"Roar! You little bastard will soon become a bloody mess of meat!"

This murderous declaration, plus most of the people in the venue bet on him to win, the cheers are naturally not to be underestimated, and there is also a particularly high-pitched voice: "Big guy, kill him, I'm yours tonight!"

Victor turned his head and saw that the person shouting was a wine promoter girl. The capital on her chest was quite strong, and it seemed that the capital for the bet was not small. It was a pity that she didn't bet on him.

The booing subsided a little, and the host came to Victor, "Dragon of Bell Town, do you have anything to say?"

"You are already dead." The boy felt that there was no need to say more. From the moment the Killer King rejected his proposal, the result was already determined.

The audience immediately laughed, and the few people who bet on Victor could only remain silent in the tide of boos and scolding.

And the wine promoter girl with a particularly excited voice once again successfully transmitted her voice to Victor's ears: "You little chicken virgin, go home and suck your milk!"

Victor didn't care about the scolding. She was too young to understand true greatness.

After the shouting session, the host and referee returned to the center of the venue: "I now announce that the Ultimate Killer King will fight the Dragon of Bell Town.

The game begins!"

As soon as the voice fell, in the expectation of the audience, the Ultimate Killer King roared, raised his fist as big as a casserole, and took the lead in attacking.

Some people have even begun to imagine in their minds the tragic scene of punching the chicken boxer in the cheek and knocking out half of his teeth.

Unfortunately, they are destined to be disappointed.

The first two potions were used. Victor was calm and composed. 'Blizzard' increased his reaction speed, and the killer's fist was played in slow motion. 'Thunder' stimulated his potential power, and the dragon's fist was heavier than Mount Tai.

"No surprises," Victor thought. "As always, the outcome was decided before the battle began. Since you made me drink the scarce Thunder and Blizzard, I decided to give you a discount and kill you with two punches."

The next second, with the audience watching intently, Victor shifted his center of gravity to the left and lowered his body. He turned his head slightly and missed the murderous king's right fist by a hair's breadth. Then he used his left foot as the point of force and rebounded back. The left hook hit the murderous king hard in the side.

The speed and power displayed by this punch are extraordinary.

Bang, that was the sound of Siegfried knocking over his chair when he stood up.

Bang, that was the sound of the beautiful lady with big waves dropping her wine glass to the ground.

"The King of Killers is finished." This was Griffin's whisper.

The corners of Angoulin's mouth turned up, and he choked and spat at the head of my group. This result was not unexpected. Even though he was usually easy to talk to, he was really shady.

Most of the spectators did not see the punch clearly and could not tell the outcome. But anyone who knows anything knows that the Killer King will have no room to fight back due to severe pain in the next few seconds. Thales demonstrated professionally and Victor personally experienced that a liver attack that was heavy and accurate enough could determine life or death with just one shot.

The Ultimate Killer King also has a lot of experience in fighting. He knows that now is a critical moment of life and death. He feels that there will be a straight punch attack next, so he quickly crosses his hands to protect his face.

But it was too late, and the straight punch was a feint.

Victor took a step forward, using his legs, quadriceps and gluteus maximus, lowering his body like a gazelle taking off. The turbulent explosive power is transmitted from the toes through the knees to the waist, and the ball bounces out.

Antelope punch!

"pound!"

In front of a full audience, the Ultimate Killer King flew with blood and teeth. His body full of muscles floated slightly, and then landed heavily on the ground. The dull sound "bang" hit the hearts of every audience member.

The Hairy Bear Hotel was like pressing the mute button, and the sound was muted instantly, because the result came too suddenly. The ultimate murderer who was so powerful and domineering a few seconds ago seemed to be unable to make another comeback, and the chick──no, the Dragon of Belltown It's incredible.

While everyone was stunned, Victor looked at his fist without a winner's smile on his face.

The Killer King will survive, so he held back, because the moment the antelope bounced he heard the voice urging him to kill again. It was very faint... but it was definitely there.

He reached up to his nose and felt that the killer king was still breathing. The referee gently patted his cheek to confirm that the loser had lost consciousness. He nodded and shook his head to the organizer of the ring.

Then the host shouted loudly: "I declare now! The winner is - the fist of the Eastern Star - the Dragon of Belltown!!"

The host's announcement was like pressing the play button, and the inside and outside of the tavern were instantly filled with all kinds of noisy sounds. The victory of the weak made them happy, the loss of money made them angry, and the blood of the murderer king vented their dissatisfaction.

And when Victor raised his hands, people naturally lowered their voices, ready to listen to the boy's speech. This is the privilege of the winner.

He spoke.

"I! Fist of the Eastern Star, Dragon of Belltown,

Standing here now, I just want to ask:

Who is there────? "

When the domineering remarks echoed in the room, the rare conversations in the tavern disappeared without a trace. The last fight with such a huge gap left no one with the slightest desire to challenge.

In the silent silence, Victor spread his hands and said to the organizer: "Forgive me for being a little anxious, but maybe you can announce the winner of tonight's 'Iron Fist Battle'."

…

In the silence of the entire audience, the beautiful lady with big waves was the first to applaud.

Then Griffelin, the hotel owner, started clapping.

The Knight of Roses, Siegfried of Danso, began to applaud.

Finally... Victor raised his hands in the air amid applause from the audience.

He, the Dragon of Belltown, is the undisputed "Iron Fist" of the Hairy Bear Hotel tonight.

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