Immortality Cultivation: I Can increase My Stats Using Clansmen's Qi-Blood-Chapter 888 - 431 The Scholar in Blue _2
Chapter 888: Chapter 431: The Scholar in Blue? _2
Chapter 888 -431: The Scholar in Blue? _2
Such disregard instantly reignited the anger in the man, who had just begun to settle down.
Actually, not just that man, under the young Scholar’s words and actions, nearly everyone’s attention inside the tavern had been drawn to him.
In the tavern, everyone turned their heads, fixing their gaze solidly on the young Scholar.
Even some, not satisfied just by watching, began to stir up trouble and fan the flames.
“That man, yes, I’m talking about you. You look strong and burly, as if you have quite the strength, but now, facing a frail Scholar, you are acting so…”
“Acting so…”
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“Acting so cowardly…”
As they spoke, the troublemaker could not help but burst into loud laughter, and following his lead, most of the spectators in the tavern also erupted in laughter.
Amidst the laughter filled with thick mockery, the man’s anger, which had just been reignited, began to burn even fiercer.
“Forget it, it’s pointless…”
Inside the tavern.
The young Scholar saw the man beside him, aside from reddening in face, thickening his neck, and clenching his fists tightly, staring at him with eyes as big as copper bells, could do nothing more.
It was indeed somewhat boring…
“You! Stop right there.”
The man, face red and neck swollen, seeing the frail Scholar in a green robe intending to leave, could no longer hold back.
He gritted his teeth with a flushed face and growled at the frail Scholar in green.
Upon hearing the man’s voice, the Scholar in green immediately turned around, his face full of disdain, and mockingly said, “Stop? What for? You want to make a move?”
“If you have the guts, strike. If you don’t, then go back where you came from and don’t block my way out…”
Inside the tavern, the frail Scholar in green acted somewhat arrogantly.
In reality, the man and his companions were not actually blocking his path.
In fact, if the frail-looking Scholar in green wanted to leave, he could do so at any time, but he chose not to.
He not only turned around, looked back, but even mocked the man once again.
However, precisely because of the unrestrained mockery from the frail-looking Scholar, it caused others around the man to flash a look of gravity in their eyes.
This person is not simple, definitely not simple.
If this Scholar in green were truly just an ordinary frail Scholar, why would he act so abnormally under the circumstances?
Normally, seeing a frail Scholar meeting these sturdy men and not running away in fear would be quite the feat.
How could he continue to provoke them instead?
The reason for this could only be explained by the fact that his identity was extraordinary.
Or rather, he possessed a strength far beyond the ordinary people here.
This also explains the abnormal actions of the seemingly frail Scholar today.
Otherwise, such an impulsive young man would probably have already paid with his life for his reckless actions.
…
“Forget it, forget it.”
“That Scholar, you should leave.”
“That man clearly looks developed in limbs but is as cowardly as a mouse. Staying here is merely a waste of your time, what’s the point?”
From the upper floors of the tavern.
Seeing the man and his followers slightly hesitating, they couldn’t help but laugh and speak as such.
Consider it a final stirring of the embers.
In fact, by now, virtually anyone could see.
This matter, this farce, was basically over.
The man, along with those beside him, had lost their nerve, no longer daring to rashly make a move.
In other words, they no longer dared to gamble.
If that scholar in the blue robe was truly just an ordinary frail scholar, without any surprising power behind him, then that would be the end of it.
But if, by any chance, the man in the blue robe was not the typical frail scholar and the power behind him was immensely terrifying, then the consequences they would face after attacking the scholar could be troublesome…
Regardless of which possibility it might be,
those men had never imagined that the seemingly delicate scholar in the blue could be such an extraordinary presence.
“Not fighting?”
“Not daring?”
“Heh, truly a coward…”
“Talking to you is really a waste of my time.”
Having said this, the frail scholar in the blue robe turned and silently started walking slowly out of the tavern.
The burly, muscular man behind the scholar in the tavern, seeing this, had his eyes turn red with rage, his fury rushing to his head.
In just a blink, he was already somewhat unable to control his actions and behavior.
“Don’t go, don’t go, I told you not to go…”
The big, burly man with red eyes, even slowly exhaling two streams of white breath from his nostrils, could not help but clench his fists tight, quickly approaching the seemingly frail scholar in blue.
The people beside the man tried to stop him, but it was already a bit too late.
And those in the tavern who were there to spectate were somewhat dumbfounded at this moment.
What, what, what…
What the hell is going on?
Wasn’t that burly man acting like a cowardly dog just now?
How come now…
He suddenly became so brave?
What exactly happened in the meantime?
Did they miss some incredibly exciting scene?
Damn, they should not have been distracted earlier, they should have kept their eyes glued without even blinking.
“Die, just die!!!”
The red-eyed, burly man, his fists creaking as he clenched them, was screaming while rushing towards the frail young scholar.
And just when there was only a person’s distance left between the man and the scholar, just as the man’s fist was about to land on the scholar’s head—
The scholar suddenly turned around.
Then, he slapped the large, burly man, his eyes bloodshot and bulging like copper bells, right across the face.
“Bam!”
Accompanied by a loud noise.
The burly, muscular man was sent flying several meters away.
Bright red blood gushed from the man’s mouth.
The scent of blood gradually permeated the tavern, even reaching the nostrils of those sitting on the better floors.
“Holy shit!”
“Holy shit, holy shit!”
“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit!”
Inside the tavern, cries of astonishment continued unceasingly as everyone silently watched the young scholar who still stood there, seeming unbothered.
Then, they looked at the muscular man who had been sent flying with a single slap, and everyone in the tavern was somewhat taken aback.
