Gear Up Tavern

With Link's words, the mercenaries in the tavern knew that it was time to fight . Everyone spun around, picked up their cups, and got ready to watch the show .

Mercenaries didn't care about right or wrong . It was just a battle of power .

If Link could beat Irvan, then he was right . People would laugh at Irvan for overestimating his own power and look for a beating .

If Link lost, then he would be the cla.s.sic example of pretending to be cool . He'd instantly become a laughingstock and wouldn't be able to stay in the tavern .

Irvan furrowed his brows . He was an archer and didn't like to have conflicts over such a small thing . But he knew the rules between mercenaries . If he surrendered and left now, his reputation as Eagle Eye would be gone . Others would say he was a coward . He had to go up and teach this guy a lesson .

Surrendering was not an option . Mercenaries depended on their reputation for a living .

This young man looked really average too . He wore old leather armor and was covered in dust, his black hair tied back casually . He looked nothing more than a poor mercenary . Irvan didn't believe he could be very skilled .

At this time, Link was still eating the green beans on his plate . He tossed the beans up and opened his mouth, letting the beans fall in . The entire process was filled with disdain . He totally ignored the archer beside him .

Irvan had wanted to treat this as a common scuffle, but Link's actions p.i.s.sed him off . Taking a deep breath, he said coldly, "Hey, you don't like me being Eagle Eye, so you're here to look for trouble?"

Link side-eyed him and then closed his eyes . "What do you mean? I'm just sitting here not doing anything . If someone's looking for trouble, it's probably you . "

With that, he grabbed another bean to toss into his mouth .

When the bean was in mid-air, Irvan suddenly moved . His hand shot out like lightning to take his bow . At the same time, he knocked the arrow against the bowstring . Whizz . The arrow shot out, going straight for the bean Link had tossed up .

He wanted to hit the bean so the other would know how skilled he was . This action had a special term in the mercenary world—show-off . They would use this when they didn't want to create true conflict .

Show-offs usually happened inside the city because cities had guards and laws . Killing or hurting someone there was troublesome . If they were in the wilderness, they would go straight for blood .

Take Irvan's action for example . If he shot the tiny bean in the air, it meant: I can hit such a small thing in such a short time . It's just as easy for me to take your life . If you're smart, surrender now!

This was something Eagle Eye could do easily before . Today, things were different .

Just as the arrow was about to hit the bean, Link suddenly blew some air .

Poof . The bean jumped up . The next moment, the arrow flew past under the bean without hitting anything . After that, the bean continued falling . Link's head didn't move at all . He just opened his mouth, and the bean fell in . He continued eating .

When he was done, Link gazed at the arrow buried into the wooden wall . Smiling, he said, "Don't shoot arrows when you're not skilled enough . If you hit an innocent bystander, the king might drag you to the gallows . "

Irvan huffed . He knew he'd met a match today, but he still wouldn't surrender . He hadn't used all his power yet . It wasn't a big deal .

Thinking of that, he tossed his bow to the worker on the side . Rolling up his sleeves, he threw a punch at Link's face . He didn't use any Battle Aura . It was just pure physical strength .

As long as no one died, the city guards wouldn't care about a regular fight without weapons or Battle Aura in a tavern full of mercenaries . Even if some uppity guard wanted to get into their business, the tavern's owner would help get rid of him .

Of course, if they damaged the tavern, they had to pay for it . That was the rule .

Irvan still held back some power for this punch . Otherwise, with his strength, the opponent could die if he didn't defend himself in time . That would be annoying .

Even so, the commotion was shocking . Irvan was a Level-7 Warrior, after all . His punch created a gust of wind, and before his fist reached Link, Link's hair was already blown into a mess .

Many mercenaries in the tavern exclaimed instinctively . They predicted that since Link was sprawled on the chair, he couldn't use much power . He definitely couldn't dodge Irvan's punch and would get beaten to a pulp . He might even get knocked unconscious .

But then Irvan's fist was blocked .

Link calmly raised his arm and grasped Irvan's fist . His body was at Level-11 . Facing this arrogant Level-7 archer was like a demon against a little boy . They were in totally different leagues .

He was just clutching Irvan's fist, but the man felt that he'd punched iron . No matter how he struggled, his fist wouldn't move .

Irvan immediately realized that he was facing a master . But he was at Level-7 . Though he wasn't almighty, he was still respected usually . No way he would beg for mercy now .

Link didn't expect that either . He pushed the fist toward the side a bit, and Irvan was forced back a few steps .

"Alright, archer . Go do what you need to do and stop bothering me . "

After Irvan caught his balance, his face reddened . He s.n.a.t.c.hed his bow from the worker, glanced at Link, and walked away angrily . He couldn't stay in this tavern any longer .

Link continued sitting with his feet propped, eating the beans . After a few beans, he realized the mood was off . Turning, he saw all the mercenaries gaping at him . It actually felt nice to be looked at like that . His mood improved and he chuckled .

"Everyone, keep talking, keep talking . Don't look at me or else I'll get angry!"

The mercenaries gulped . They would remember this guy . Seeing that Link didn't plan on talking to anyone, they started conversing amongst themselves again . However, everyone kept away from Link so they wouldn't get in trouble .

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On the other hand, Irvan left the tavern and walked quickly with his head down . He didn't slow down until he left the area, but his face still felt hot .

It was truly humiliating this time .

He looked around, wanting to find somewhere to hide . When that d.a.m.n fellow walked out of the tavern, he would shoot the man's leg or stomach to make him suffer . It would also make Irvan feel better .

But after thinking further, he forced down the urge . Whatever . That guy is so powerful at such a young age . He would definitely improve more . If I miss, I'll get a big enemy instead . It's not worth it .

He still couldn't bear the anger though . It felt horrible . Irvan's face turned livid with his eyebrows down and lips pursed tightly as he sped down the street . It was obvious he was frustrated .

Just as he walked, a familiar voice sounded before him . "Hey, Eagle Eye Irvan, it's you, right… Yes, it's you . I knew Eagle Eye wouldn't pa.s.s up a reward of 3000 gold coins . "

Irvan looked up to see a tired, smiling face . Beside the person was a woman with flaxen-colored hair and a middle-aged Magician in a gray robe .

Seeing these three, Irvan muttered, "I was wondering why I was so unlucky today . It's because you three grave robbers are here, bringing all the bad luck . "

Skinorse wasn't upset at being called a grave robber . He chuckled at Morrigan . "I bet this guy was taught a lesson by someone . Otherwise, he wouldn't be so p.i.s.sed . "

Morrigan studied Irvan and chuckled too . "I bet it's someone really powerful and he didn't have any way to fight back . Eagle Eye, am I right?"

Priest Moya looked at Eagle Eye's expression . Seeing that he was about to explode, she quickly comforted, "Alright, even the lord of Ferde wouldn't dare say he's undefeatable . It's normal to meet a more powerful opponent . Irvan, we're good friends . Tell us who you ran into?"

Moya wasn't ugly and had a gentle voice . Eagle Eye couldn't keep being angry after being comforted like that . He sat down next to some flowers by the road and let out a long sigh . "I just came out of Gear Up Tavern," he muttered . "There's a young guy who took up an entire table by himself, even propping his feet up . The tavern is filled with people . I wanted him to move, but I was kicked out just after one move . How unlucky am I?"

As soon as he finished, Skinorse slapped his knee and burst into laughter . "Unlucky, really unlucky . You lost all your dignity, hahaha, hehehe . "

Seeing that Irvan was honestly about to explode, Moya cried out, "Okay, Skinorse, if you're so skilled, then you go . Go discipline that young guy . "

"Fine, I'll go . It's just some young guy . Irvan, I'll discipline him for you!" Skinorse rolled up his sleeves and strode to the Gear Up Tavern .

Moya and Morrigan followed . Eagle Eye was angry at Skinorse's mockery, but they were still friends and had worked together before . Now, Skinorse was helping him, so he followed too .

The group powerfully strode into the tavern .

Chapter 521 I ll Discipline Him for You Translator Nyoi Bo Studio Editor Nyoi Bo StudioGear Up TavernWith Link s words, the mercenaries in the tavern knew that it was time to fight . Everyone spun around, picked up their cups, and got ready to watch the show . Mercenaries didn t care about right or wrong . It was just a battle of power . If Link could beat Irvan, then he was right . People would laugh at Irvan for overestimating his own power and look for a beating . If Link lost, then he would be the cla.s.sic example of pretending to be cool . He d instantly become a laughingstock and wouldn t be able to stay in the tavern . Irvan furrowed his brows . He was an archer and didn t like to have conflicts over such a small thing . But he knew the rules between mercenaries . If he surrendered and left now, his reputation as Eagle Eye would be gone . Others would say he was a coward . He had to go up and teach this guy a lesson . Surrendering was not an option . Mercenaries depended on their reputation for a living . This young man looked really average too . He wore old leather armor and was covered in dust, his black hair tied back casually . He looked nothing more than a poor mercenary . Irvan didn t believe he could be very skilled . At this time, Link was still eating the green beans on his plate . He tossed the beans up and opened his mouth, letting the beans fall in . The entire process was filled with disdain . He totally ignored the archer beside him . Irvan had wanted to treat this as a common scuffle, but Link s actions p.i.s.sed him off . Taking a deep breath, he said coldly, Hey, you don t like me being Eagle Eye, so you re here to look for trouble Link side eyed him and then closed his eyes . What do you mean I m just sitting here not doing anything . If someone s looking for trouble, it s probably you . With that, he grabbed another bean to toss into his mouth . When the bean was in mid air, Irvan suddenly moved . His hand shot out like lightning to take his bow . At the same time, he knocked the arrow against the bowstring . Whizz . The arrow shot out, going straight for the bean Link had tossed up . He wanted to hit the bean so the other would know how skilled he was . This action had a special term in the mercenary world show off . They would use this when they didn t want to create true conflict . Show offs usually happened inside the city because cities had guards and laws . Killing or hurting someone there was troublesome . If they were in the wilderness, they would go straight for blood . Take Irvan s action for example . If he shot the tiny bean in the air, it meant I can hit such a small thing in such a short time . It s just as easy for me to take your life . If you re smart, surrender now This was something Eagle Eye could do easily before . Today, things were different . Just as the arrow was about to hit the bean, Link suddenly blew some air . Poof . The bean jumped up . The next moment, the arrow flew past under the bean without hitting anything . After that, the bean continued falling . Link s head didn t move at all . He just opened his mouth, and the bean fell in . He continued eating . When he was done, Link gazed at the arrow buried into the wooden wall . Smiling, he said, Don t shoot arrows when you re not skilled enough . If you hit an innocent bystander, the king might drag you to the gallows . Irvan huffed . He knew he d met a match today, but he still wouldn t surrender . He hadn t used all his power yet . It wasn t a big deal . Thinking of that, he tossed his bow to the worker on the side . Rolling up his sleeves, he threw a punch at Link s face . He didn t use any Battle Aura . It was just pure physical strength . As long as no one died, the city guards wouldn t care about a regular fight without weapons or Battle Aura in a tavern full of mercenaries . Even if some uppity guard wanted to get into their business, the tavern s owner would help get rid of him . Of course, if they damaged the tavern, they had to pay for it . That was the rule . Irvan still held back some power for this punch . Otherwise, with his strength, the opponent could die if he didn t defend himself in time . That would be annoying . Even so, the commotion was shocking . Irvan was a Level 7 Warrior, after all . His punch created a gust of wind, and before his fist reached Link, Link s hair was already blown into a mess . Many mercenaries in the tavern exclaimed instinctively . They predicted that since Link was sprawled on the chair, he couldn t use much power . He definitely couldn t dodge Irvan s punch and would get beaten to a pulp . He might even get knocked unconscious . But then Irvan s fist was blocked . Link calmly raised his arm and grasped Irvan s fist . His body was at Level 11 . Facing this arrogant Level 7 archer was like a demon against a little boy . They were in totally different leagues . He was just clutching Irvan s fist, but the man felt that he d punched iron . No matter how he struggled, his fist wouldn t move . Irvan immediately realized that he was facing a master . But he was at Level 7 . Though he wasn t almighty, he was still respected usually . No way he would beg for mercy now . Link didn t expect that either . He pushed the fist toward the side a bit, and Irvan was forced back a few steps . Alright, archer . Go do what you need to do and stop bothering me . After Irvan caught his balance, his face reddened . He s.n.a.t.c.hed his bow from the worker, glanced at Link, and walked away angrily . He couldn t stay in this tavern any longer . Link continued sitting with his feet propped, eating the beans . After a few beans, he realized the mood was off . Turning, he saw all the mercenaries gaping at him . It actually felt nice to be looked at like that . His mood improved and he chuckled . Everyone, keep talking, keep talking . Don t look at me or else I ll get angry The mercenaries gulped . They would remember this guy . Seeing that Link didn t plan on talking to anyone, they started conversing amongst themselves again . However, everyone kept away from Link so they wouldn t get in trouble . On the other hand, Irvan left the tavern and walked quickly with his head down . He didn t slow down until he left the area, but his face still felt hot . It was truly humiliating this time . He looked around, wanting to find somewhere to hide . When that d.a.m.n fellow walked out of the tavern, he would shoot the man s leg or stomach to make him suffer . It would also make Irvan feel better . But after thinking further, he forced down the urge . Whatever . That guy is so powerful at such a young age . He would definitely improve more . If I miss, I ll get a big enemy instead . It s not worth it . He still couldn t bear the anger though . It felt horrible . Irvan s face turned livid with his eyebrows down and lips pursed tightly as he sped down the street . It was obvious he was frustrated . Just as he walked, a familiar voice sounded before him . Hey, Eagle Eye Irvan, it s you, right Yes, it s you . I knew Eagle Eye wouldn t pa.s.s up a reward of 3000 gold coins . Irvan looked up to see a tired, smiling face . Beside the person was a woman with flaxen colored hair and a middle aged Magician in a gray robe . Seeing these three, Irvan muttered, I was wondering why I was so unlucky today . It s because you three grave robbers are here, bringing all the bad luck . Skinorse wasn t upset at being called a grave robber . He chuckled at Morrigan . I bet this guy was taught a lesson by someone . Otherwise, he wouldn t be so p.i.s.sed . Morrigan studied Irvan and chuckled too . I bet it s someone really powerful and he didn t have any way to fight back . Eagle Eye, am I right Priest Moya looked at Eagle Eye s expression . Seeing that he was about to explode, she quickly comforted, Alright, even the lord of Ferde wouldn t dare say he s undefeatable . It s normal to meet a more powerful opponent . Irvan, we re good friends . Tell us who you ran into Moya wasn t ugly and had a gentle voice . Eagle Eye couldn t keep being angry after being comforted like that . He sat down next to some flowers by the road and let out a long sigh . I just came out of Gear Up Tavern, he muttered . There s a young guy who took up an entire table by himself, even propping his feet up . The tavern is filled with people . I wanted him to move, but I was kicked out just after one move . How unlucky am I As soon as he finished, Skinorse slapped his knee and burst into laughter . Unlucky, really unlucky . You lost all your dignity, hahaha, hehehe . Seeing that Irvan was honestly about to explode, Moya cried out, Okay, Skinorse, if you re so skilled, then you go . Go discipline that young guy . Fine, I ll go . It s just some young guy . Irvan, I ll discipline him for you Skinorse rolled up his sleeves and strode to the Gear Up Tavern . Moya and Morrigan followed . Eagle Eye was angry at Skinorse s mockery, but they were still friends and had worked together before . Now, Skinorse was helping him, so he followed too . The group powerfully strode into the tavern .