High Rank Desciple!

Michael and the others had started playing games like Truth or Dare, Never Have I Ever, and Two Truths and a Lie. At first, Aaron was hesitant to participate, but gradually, he began to join in, forming a friendship with the group, except for Adrian who seemed to be ignoring him for some unknown reason.

The pub was alive with blasting music and a lively atmosphere, causing everyone to feel more at ease. Aaron eventually excused himself to the bathroom and on his return, he noticed his friends were surrounded by a group of people, and Michael and Adrian were in a heated argument with them.

The group looked like gangsters, sporting tattoos and earrings. Aaron couldn't help but chuckle at the idea of gangsters being present in a modern-day pub. Suddenly, one of the gangsters pushed Michael and shouted in fury, "Damn it, this bitch dirtied my clothes, are you planning to settle this matter with only an apology? Do you know how much this shirt costs? Are you able to pay for the loss? You're all children, Why are you learning from the adults and playing in a pub?"

As he spoke, the people beside him burst out laughing, their mockery aimed at Micheal and his friends. Adrian couldn't bear to listen to them anymore. They were all cultivators, and one of them had even reached the intermediate rank. Wherever they went, people flattered and indulged them. Being mocked by nobodies who had popped out from some random street or alley pissed Adrian off.

"Rats!" Adrian muttered, his eyes becoming fierce. They would become the joke of the cultivator's circle if news spread that they got humiliated by a bunch of street trash.

Micheal's expression darkened when he was pushed by these people. He always looked relaxed and careless, joking around as if there was nothing to worry about. However, he wasn't stupid. He knew that these people were doing this on purpose, especially when he saw one of them bump into Sara on purpose.

Micheal's calm smile disappeared from his face as his whole demeanor changed. Spirit Energy began to flow around the pub, and Adrian, Micheal, Sara, and Tom could no longer tolerate these people. An invisible pressure fell down, making everyone around back away.

The other people were still running their mouths non-stop, but no one from Aaron's group spoke anymore. They watched as these morons kept threatening.

One of the men stepped forward, attempting to intimidate the group of friends. But the young cultivators stood their ground, unperturbed.

"Acting tough, huh?" the man taunted, reaching for Micheal. Before he could touch him, however, Micheal seized his hand in a firm grip, sending a jolt of pain through his arm.

Micheal met the man's gaze with a calm yet assertive look. "It's our fault that we dirtied your clothes, and we can compensate you. But why do you have to be so overbearing? Let's not let things get out of hand, okay?" With that, he squeezed the man's hand a little, causing him to flinch and break into a cold sweat.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Are you threatening us?" another gangster walked forward and exclaimed, his face twisted with anger. He was in his mid-twenties, with an aquiline nose and a menacing appearance. It was clear he was a shameless, stubborn, and unreasonable person.

Adrian wasn't having any of it. "Micheal, why are you wasting your breath on this nonsense? This guy is just trying to stir up trouble. Sara didn't touch him; he deliberately bumped into her when she got up" Adrian said, his anger palpable. He clenched his fists, itching to throw a punch, but he knew better. Eswald's Academy didn't just have rigorous entrance exams; they also scrutinized the students' past activities. Getting into a pub fight wouldn't bode well for Adrian's reputation, which was already not so good.

One of the men, with a sinister-looking face and an aquiline nose, took a step forward in an attempt to intimidate the group of kids. But they didn't budge. Micheal held onto the man's hand, causing him to wince in pain.

"Listen," Micheal said calmly, "we're sorry we dirtied your clothes. We can compensate you. Why do you have to be so overbearing? Let's not let things get out of hand, okay?" He squeezed the man's hand a little tighter, making him sweat.

The man responded angrily, "F**k, who the hell do you think you are? Are you threatening us?"

Adrian was quick to defend his friends, "Micheal is not talking nonsense. Sara didn't touch you. You purposely let her bump into you when she got up and walked over," he said, clenching his fists but refraining from swinging at the man. Adrian knew that Eswald's Academy, where they all attended, had strict entrance exams and reviewed students' past activities.

The sinister-looking man scoffed and accused the group of slandering him without evidence. Micheal held onto the man's hand, and he couldn't move it an inch. The man grew impatient and suggested that Sara have a few drinks with him to forget about the matter.

Tom exploded in anger, "What did you say? Repeat that, fucker!" Adrian tried to stop Tom from advancing, but he broke free and moved toward the man. The man and his friends clearly had sinister intentions towards Sara, and Tom was infuriated.

Micheal knew the situation was escalating quickly, "Shit! Now we have to..." he thought.

It was clear that the other group was trying to start a fight, and there was no way the issue could be resolved peacefully once Tom's fuse was blown. Sara was pulling Tom back, but the atmosphere was tense.

The sinister-looking youth gave an eerie smile and dodged Tom's hand, aiming his claw-like fingers at Tom's neck, ready to attack. Someone in the crowd exclaimed in surprise.

"Cultivator!"

Tom's expression changed in an instant. He hadn't expected the other party to launch such a decisive attack, especially considering that he was a disciple. Tom had been careless earlier, assuming that this guy was just a normal person, which left him vulnerable.

He didn't have time to resist directly, so he shifted to the side to evade. Fortunately, Adrian was nearby and quickly pulled Tom back by the collar of his shirt. The man's attack missed, but the Spirit Energy he had released was enough to make normal people freeze on the spot. The pub was thrown into chaos.

Micheal quickly pulled Sara to the side, recognizing the attack and the amount of Spirit Energy used. "A high rank disciple!" he realized, with concern.

The sinister-looking youth seemed surprised that Tom had evaded the attack, but he didn't seem to mind. He twisted his body and swept his legs toward Adrian, who grabbed a nearby chair to block the kick. The force of the kick dented the chair, and Adrian flew out diagonally and slammed heavily onto the ground, causing tables and chairs to crash around him.

The men and women who had been enjoying themselves earlier screamed and ran away, but most people stayed, watching from a safe distance. Adrian coughed and clutched his chest, feeling as though his ribs were broken.

"Why would a high rank disciple like yourself join a gang?" Tom asked, getting into a combat stance. None of the group members were trained in hand-to-hand combat, and they hadn't brought their weapons with them since they were just supposed to be having a fun night out.

The sinister-looking youth smiled. "I can make a lot more money this way," he said before moving toward Tom.

Micheal and Sara charged forward, while Adrian followed behind them. Together, they might have a chance against a high rank disciple. Micheal aimed for the man's legs, trying to take him down, while Sara distracted him with a quick strike to the head.

Adrian swung his fist as hard as he could at the man's temple, and Tom's Spirit Energy started swirling around him, covering his fist in a thin veil. He punched the man, aiming for his throat.

The group's ruthless attacks were executed in quick succession, barely taking five seconds from the perspective of the people around them. However, the man was able to block their attacks with Spirit Energy and started pushing the group back. "Haha! You're all dead!" he laughed.

Suddenly, a punch landed on the man's chin mid-sentence, and the sound of bones breaking echoed through the pub. Before he could figure out what had happened, a heavy object smashed onto the back of his head, and everything went dark.

"Fuck, Aaron, you're late!" Micheal panted.

"Sorry," Aaron apologized, holding a deformed metal chair.