38 Anything for you (2)

Inside the building, he was again greeted by a number of those uniform-wearing men trying to drove him away. Yet, the result remained ultimately the same.

"Hey! I'm a paying customer here!! Show some respect!!!"

Of course, the man would pay for the session he wanted like a good customer. But, no reply came out, as the staffs inside were too afraid to approach him.

"…S..stop..p-please…"

"If anyone come out, I'll stop. Until then, enjoy…"

Because no one was welcoming him, he repeatedly kicked an injured security who was lying weakly on the floor near him like a sandbag to wash away his boredom. With every kick, the said security was alertly getting weaker, it was not impossible that he might be killed at this rate...

"Please, stop" said someone.

Before the fighter could deliver a fatal axe-kick to the poor security under him, his leg was suddenly grabbed by a person appearing out of nowhere. The silver ranker was slightly startled because he did not even realize this man's presence until just now.

'Must be because I was having too much fun' he concluded.

Looking closely, the man had black hair and features suitable to be a background character.

"Let go!!!"

Displeased the fun was interrupted, the fighter launched a spinning kick to the man's head with his other free leg.

The man released his grip and lowered his body backward to avoid the incoming kick. By the time the kick travelled right above him, the man grabbed the fighter's leg with one hand and used it as handle to throw the fighter hard to the floor.

"Gaahhh…??!!!"

The fighter did not understand what just occurred. All of a sudden, he was gazing at the ceiling, and the one suffering from pain was none other than himself.

"Please, stop" the person said once again to the fighter.

"Shut up!!!"

The fighter performed a trained kick-up and quickly recovered his stance. Then, launched barrage of furious punches toward the man. Unfortunately, not one punch ever found its way to the intended target, as the target could either evade or deflect every punch without breaking a single drop of sweat.

Seeing a gap in the fighter's random attack pattern, the man strode closer in the blink of an eye, grabbed him by the hair, and smashed the fighter's face to the floor.

"….???!!!!"

The fighter could feel several teeth broke from the sudden impact, leaving pool of blood in his mouth.

"Please, stop" the person tirelessly said the same thing again.

"You'll pay for this!!!"

The fighter backed away, and a complex magic circle formed below him and steadily rose up, when the circle finished tracing him and disappeared, what appeared in front of everyone was not a man anymore. The fighter was now a head taller than before, had thick reddish skin, and possessed a pair of bull-like horns. Needless to say he was many times stronger in this form.

What the fighter used was Link Magic, enabling the user to bond with beast souls. However, the souls had its own ego, and there was a possibility the user overtaken by the summoned soul instead. Thus, only the braves could master this type of magic.

The fighter rushed toward the black-haired man with his bulging body, creating tremor with every heavy step he took, and spun his body to deliver a monstrous punch capable of destroying a person's body with a single strike when the man was within reach.

"Dieee!!!"

Declaring intention to harm other people was a serious violation for adventurers, even if he succeeded in his intention, the fighter would never see the light of day again.

Nonetheless, instead of evading, the man who was the sole target of the fighter's malice also spun his body to deliver a punch of his own. A move beyond the fighter's expectation. Inevitably, the two different punches collided, creating a shockwave inside the building that pushed away anyone and anything near them….

The result was obvious...

"Aaaarrhhhhhhh!!! Agghhhh!!! Impossible??!!"

The fighter's face that was full of confidence was now stained in shock.

"Please, stop" the man reminded him again.

The fighter could not hear what the man said. He found his hand miserably broke and had its form warped, simultaneously, broken bones were sticking out from within his arm, due to unable to withstand the impact from its opponent's punch. Meanwhile, the other party had his hand perfectly unscathed.

Clouded by confusion and refusal to accept reality before him, the fighter launched another punch. Hoping this was all just a dream. But, even though the next punch was filled with all the power he had, the result was no different.

"Kkkkhhhhhh!!!...."

Now, both his hands pretty much out of commission with no hope of returning to their prime. Actually, there was a person in front of the fighter with an ability to heal such wounds in no time at all. But, he would definitely refuse to help the despicable fighter.

The fighter trembled after realizing the huge difference in strength between them, and dropped to the floor after losing the will to fight for the second time in his life.

The smaller man in front of him looked tremendously bigger than before. His presence was monstrously overwhelming, there was no other explanation.

"Please, stop?" asked the person quietly.

"...!!!"

The fighter simply nodded rigorously to the ghostly question. He did not dare to look at his face, and unable to see what kind of expression the man was wearing now. Nevertheless, he could clearly feel tremendous pressure directed at him, it made the fighter suffocate and forgot how to breath. One wrong move and he could be out of this world forever.

Later on, the person gave suggestion to the owner of the brothel to let the Association handle the defeated fighter. His journey ultimately ended here, and became another record in the Association's archive.

Until the end, the person did not know he just defeated a high-ranked adventurer.

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"Valgin, I'm terribly sorry for the damage I caused. Please deduct the reparation costs from the sales we agreed on" said Alfraed apologetically.

"What are you saying??? You saved us, and cured all of my securities without wanting reward!!! I should be thanking you!!!... Just, from now on I have to take note angering you should be the last thing I want to do"

As Valgin said that, the securities approached him one by one to hold Alfraed's hand and thanked him for curing their wounds.

"Boss, you're amazing!! What magic did you use when fighting that monster?" asked Hybald excitedly, and the other also wanted to hear the answer to that question.

"Err, I didn't use any magic..."

"I see, I see, it's a secret. I understand..."

Hybald muttered that only a second-rate would reveal his secret, and the other nodded, agreeing with him. It seemed all of them reached their own version of conclusion that was far from the truth. As it would be too much trouble to explain, Alfraed did not bother to correct them.

The 'models' also encouraged him to visit them next time, and they would give him extra service at the same time just for him.

After all the securities and 'models' had their turn, Misalia unexpectedly hugged him tightly, and thanked him repeatedly for dealing with her attacker. On the other hand, Alfraed could unreservedly feel how soft her body was and had a taste of her heavenly scent. He was at a loss on how to respond.

In that moment, Misalia seductively whispered into his ear.

"Mr. Logick, no, Alfraed, whenever you need a date, call me, okay? I'll do ANYTHING you asked me to ♡"

That preposition was VERY tempting, any other man would jump at the chance to have an amorous time with her without the need to think twice. However, Alfraed could not give a reply, and only smiled to the lady before taking his leave...

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