I will be crowned king

"We have guests."

On the second floor of the party hall, there were several guests sitting around a round table filled with delicious food and fine wine. Their clothes were as noble as the food on the table.

They smoked briar pipes, played with walking sticks that were not uncommon in the inner city, and talked to each other while looking at what was happening in the hall below.

While they were talking, Anson in the fence had already knocked down the fourth strong man who challenged him, and amid cheers, he used a swinging punch to make his opponent spin around and lie down.

"This is a conjurer, and it seems to be at least close to the third level." A middle-aged man holding a black soft hat said, his eyes never leaving Anson:

"I discovered it as soon as he made a move - only conjurers can have such a good sense of distance. The last punch of every duel is imprinted with [Sharp Wind], and the technique is quite skillful."

"Let him come up, or get rid of him?" Another guy in gorgeous clothes looked at the other guests and asked, with an angry tone:

"This is already the fourth time. If I let him continue like this, I will lose a lot of money."

"That's why you don't know how to do business, 'Hydra'." The man sitting next to him mocked:

"Look at this new guy who appeared out of nowhere. He has already attracted everyone who is playing dice and roulette. If you were really good at business, you should have made a lot of money tonight!"

The man known as the "Hydra" looked angry, and his right hand with a gold ring reached for the bottle, but an old man wearing a soft hat and sunglasses snatched the bottle away.

"Calm down." The old man patted the angry "Hydra" on the shoulder, hunched his back and pointed at the people around him:

"Let 'Cigar' finish speaking, he still has something to say... 'Cigar' you can continue talking, but you must apologize to 'Hydra' before speaking; this is his territory, you have to respect him."

"Well, if you insist on asking, 'Old Pocket Watch'..."

"I insist on my request!"

"Old pocket watch" emphasized.

"No problem! I'm sorry...brother, I shouldn't be disrespectful to you."

"Cigar" raised his hands and said sincerely to the unkind-looking "Hydra": "I just think you should have made a lot of money tonight. It's not good to let the opportunity to make a lot of money slip away."

"What's the meaning?"

A guy smoking low-quality cigarettes came up to him. His eyes kept moving back and forth between the other people, looking suspicious.

"It means this guy has turned into a dark horse, my dear brother." Cigar turned his head and grinned:

"Look at those fools down there. They must have started putting all their money into this thing called...what's it called?"

"Anson Bach."

"Hydra" with a deep voice said coldly.

"Anson Bach!"

With a "pop!" sound, "Cigar" snapped his fingers:

"They must have thought they were lucky enough to meet a ruthless person who likes to cause trouble; at times like this, as long as they keep winning, the fools will forget about it and continue to make trouble no matter how much money they win!"

"When at the end, one more person stands up and defeats him, no matter how much money he won before, he will spit it out cleanly, and not a single copper plate will be left in the pocket of my good brother 'Hydra'!"

The "Whisper" who suddenly understood nodded repeatedly, and the "Old Pocket Watch" on the side laughed.

The tension was fleeting.

"So..." The guy with the black soft hat looked at everyone:

"Who's going?"

The people at the table were either smiling, playful, indifferent, shrinking their necks, or looking at each other with indifferent expressions.

It was a tacit understanding that no one spoke.

The silence lasted for a minute. "Hydra" stood up, snorted coldly, turned around and left the table.

"Pah, pah, pah..."

Crisp applause rang out, and the grinning "Cigar" applauded; the shrunken "Whisper" also smiled and clapped along, and then he noticed that other people glanced at him sideways, and he became embarrassed and at a loss.

"This is the territory of the 'Hydra', and he should resolve the matter." "Old Pocket Watch" who spoke silently said in a deep voice:

"Unless someone is dead, I advise everyone to stay out of it."

"I agree!"

"Whisper" who raised his hand decisively was the first to raise his hand.

"I don't have any objection either."

"Cigar" spread his hands and looked at the middle-aged man wearing a black soft hat: "You probably don't have any objections, 'Rifling', you have a closer relationship with 'Hydra' than any of us!"

"I only care about two things."

"Rifling" held up his hat and wiped his right hand eating fried chicken with the tablecloth, then picked up the wine glass: "First, what is the origin of this guy named 'Anson Bach' and where did he come from."

"Second, how far can he push my old buddy 'Hydra' - if this guy is serious, he will be very scary. If he is serious, the old butcher in the slaughterhouse will be scared to death! "

……………

"Finally I couldn't sit still..."

The image of the dining table on the second floor not far away was reflected in his mind. With the corner of his mouth raised, Anson raised his right knee and took half a step straight back. The big sandbag fist that rushed towards him grazed the tip of his nose.

"boom!"

Without any warning, he kicked the strong man in the lower abdomen, and his strong body pulled the smoke back with both feet. With a "Boom!", the guardrail on his back was smashed into pieces, and the surrounding spectators also suffered.

But this small "interlude" not only failed to break the atmosphere of the scene, but made these people scream more excitedly; there seemed to be a devil hiding in the narrow and hot hall, which made everyone inside it trapped. Carnival, can't help myself.

"Ahhh!"

The strong man roared like a wounded bull, water vapor emitting white mist spurted out from his nostrils, wiped his nose amidst the strange screams and shouts of the surrounding crowd, and rushed towards Anson again.

This guy is almost the "toughest" opponent Anson has ever encountered so far. The first four almost lost their fighting power after just one hit from [Sharp Wind], but he seemed to have only scratched his skin.

Of course, the premise is a weakened version of [Sharp Wind] - the full version of Anson has been tried on the killers of the Guards, and can break ribs and internal organs with one punch.

Restless screams and roars rang in his ears. Looking at the figure rushing towards him, Anson began to count the seconds, and at the same time interlocked the fingers of his hands and placed them in front of him.

"call--"

The moment the two bodies were about to come into contact, Anson, with his left foot as the axis, suddenly turned around and moved the strong man behind him perfectly like a revolving door.

The strong man whose figure flashed in front of him immediately realized the problem. His bloody back made him instinctively slow down, and at the same time he turned his head and looked behind him.

Then he saw a pair of hands suddenly clasping his neck from top to bottom.

The next second, all the crazy eyes in the cheering hall saw this scene: a strong man over two meters tall was dragged by the neck by a thin figure, drawing a perfect curve in the air.

Like an inverted pendulum.

"Boom——!"

The thick body landed heavily, and the entire hall shook with the loud noise, and the dust from the explosion covered the guardrail of less than twenty square meters.

The whole hall fell silent.

After a while, the smoke dissipated, and the strong man, whose eyes had lost focus, was foaming at the mouth and lying at Anson's feet with slight twitching.

In an instant, the crowd burst into cheers that were ten times more crazy than before!

"Anson Bach! Anson Bach! Anson Bach!..."

The carnival crowd shouted his name hoarsely, and the cold wine and dry tobacco seemed to be evaporating in the hot and sultry atmosphere, dispersing the psychedelic smoke and intoxicating alcohol into the air, filling every room. between one's breaths.

The clown standing on the high platform also danced happily, using various messy and unclear gestures to heat up the atmosphere in the hall. The hearty laughter gradually became weird, as if it was the terrifying howl of some kind of monster. Call.

Standing in this doomsday carnival-like atmosphere, the smiling Anson put his hands naturally in his pockets, waiting for a guy hiding in the crowd to appear.

The next second, the corners of Anson's mouth rose.

"clang!"

The whirling dagger grazed his cheek, and the rusty blade pierced the wooden board of the fence behind him, causing a scream to burst out from the crowd.

The man in gorgeous clothes pushed through the crowd in front of him, stepped into the fence through the breach destroyed by the strong man, and stared at Anson's every move with narrowed eyes:

"Why not hide?"

Smiling Anson shrugged:

"Why hide?"

The man smiled - but that ferocious smile, anyone with a discerning eye would know that it had absolutely nothing to do with "happiness".

"Everyone, you are so lucky today!"

The clown on the high platform noticed the figure of the gorgeous man at first sight and started dancing excitedly:

"Here's the Primordial Ring, please praise your good luck. Even the bullshit of buying lottery tickets and winning big prizes is nothing compared to you. Tonight's fighting match will be the grandest banquet in the history of Clovis City!"

"Drink up your beer, buy all your bets, and enjoy this life-and-death fight!"

"Now, we invite our dark horse today, Anson Bach; and the most powerful and invincible Overlord of Sewer Street, the one everyone is afraid of - multiple! Heads! Snakes~~~~!!!!"

The sound of revelry filled the hall.

The moment their eyes collided, the two figures started to move at the same time.

"Snapped!"

The moment he dodged sideways, the "Hydra"'s fist hit Anson's right elbow, which was raised to parry. The pain of tearing skin and flesh came from the arm.

Um?

Anson was stunned for a moment when he saw the picture captured by the "superpower" in his mind - four conical bone spurs grew out from under the skin of the knuckles of the opponent's waving fist.

Is this guy a blood mage? !

"Pah! Pah! Pah..."

The "Hydra" who hit the first blow showed a bloodthirsty smile, and kept punching straight jabs with both hands like phantoms; Anson, who had no time to dodge, could only keep parrying and blocking, and the fierce collision of fists and elbows made no difference. The sound of sharp blades interacting.

Compared with the Curse Mage, who has a superb sense of distance, and the Black Mage, who is good at illusions and hypnosis, the biggest feature of the Blood Mage is "flesh transformation".

Each blood mage will gain a power when receiving the blessing of the "Lord of Blood Magic". In addition, he will have physical strength and vitality that exceeds that of ordinary humans; the difficulty of killing a blood mage is almost the same as other spells of the same level. Two to three times as much.

Because their lives are really too hard... Anson feels this deeply.

Continuously parrying the opponent's attacks, Anson's sleeves had been torn down to strips of cloth, and his arms were bloody. Anson's attention never left the dining table on the upper floor and the four figures sitting around the table.

Although there was no sound, judging from the conversation, these five people were at least on the same level, and their relationship with each other did not seem to be good.

They did not come down with the "Hydra" to stop themselves, but continued to sit up and watch the show - were they confident in their companion's strength, or were they planning to watch his jokes?

Anson suddenly felt that he might be lucky, and this plan might go extraordinarily smoothly.

"You still have time to distract yourself?!"

The roaring "Hydra" continued to attack fiercely, its fists like mechanical pumps pulling out countless phantoms in the air. Not only did the speed not slow down compared to the beginning, but it became faster and faster.

Anson, who was desperately blocking, was getting harder and harder to dodge - being able to see and being able to dodge were completely different things. If Anson was not a gifted person but just a conjurer, he would have been beaten into a puddle of flesh by the opponent.

And the power of his bloodline is too special. If he wants to fully activate it, he has to shoot his lungs first. Otherwise, this power will only strengthen his physical fitness for him.

As a normal person with no masochistic tendencies, Anson thought it was fine to only use half the effect.

"call--"

Facing the iron fist covered with bone spurs, Anson hunched over and dodged by rubbing the edge, and then made a move that was extremely puzzling to the "Hydra" - spinning on the spot, and then turning his back.

Um? !

The frightened and angry "Hydra" was stunned for a second, and immediately remembered the fate of the last strong man who was knocked down by Anson.

The Curse Mage has an unparalleled sense of distance. It is very dangerous to approach from behind... The "Hydra" with a stern expression immediately closed its fist cautiously and took advantage of the situation to retreat and distance itself.

Anson turned around, as if he had expected it. He suddenly bent his right leg, then thrust it out behind him, stabbing the "Hydra"'s chest like a spear.

Cursed magic, [Sharp Wind].

"Crack!"

A clear cracking sound resounded in the chest of the "Hydra", and as if for a long time, shock bloomed on his stern face like flowers; this blow without warning was like raindrops hitting the water, His torn clothes and the flesh underneath rippled.

"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening roar, the body of the "Hydra" hit countless carnival spectators like a solid bullet, and hit the wall of the hall in a burst of vibrations visible to the naked eye, and its entire body was completely embedded in the wall.

Anson stood there, still kicking back.

Everyone at the dining table on the second floor was stunned.

"this……"

"Cigar" stood up with his mouth wide open. He was stunned for a long time and then looked at the other people behind him:

"really?"

"I don't know if it's fake or not, I only know one thing."

Rifling, who was not much better than him, took off his black soft hat and swallowed hard:

"This kid...he and the 'Hydra' can only live one life!"