"Can't talk now, huh?" the man said as he punched Lucas.
He angrily spat at Lucas in front of him. Behind him were Four more thieves waiting to join the party to beat Lucas.
"Kid, you should always be aware of your surroundings there are many big fish out here to eat you alive."
Grinning, she punched again to Lucas.
"Why aren't you saying anything ?"
He repeatedly punched Lucas.
Inside thief was grinning like an idiot. Every day he watches any new person walk into the black market and stalks them, to see if they are loaded with cash or not.
Unfortunately for Lucas, today he decided to stalk him in shadows and happened to see how much Lucas had spent on the dwarf shop.
'Only idiots will come into this place without any security!'
Suddenly Thief's fist was caught by Lucas.
"If you continue any longer, you will find yourself in hospital with broken bones."
Lucas spoke while staring at the thief with his amber-green eyes.
"So you can fight back huh? From the pressure you are realising, you must be at [E-] rank. I and my friends are [E+] rank, you can't possibly hope to win."
The thief said as he mentioned his and his friend's ranks.
"Give us everything you have if you want to live."
He stared down at the Lucas.
"Or do you think you can fight us all?"
The narrow alleyway was a weakness for the person who was fighting against more than one person.
It was clear who was at a disadvantage. A sane person would back down and do as he was asked.
"You speak too much."
A blue energy of the mana swirls around Lucas's hand, and he tightens his grip around Thief's fist.
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He quickly backed away and winced in pain. He stared at Lucas in anger and confusion.
He couldn't understand how an [E-] ranker broke the bones of [E+] ranked so easily.
"Don't bother thinking. I said earlier, aren't I? That you would find yourself in hospital with broken bones."
"being arrogant, are we? Boys let's teach this kid who is house around here."
I stared at Thief's face, twisting in agony.
My strength may be low compared to him, but it didn't mean I had no way to increase it.
The technique I just used is what I learned from the instructor in from combat training class.
You have to concentrate all of your in a single point of your body, doing this would receive significant power in my muscles.
But that's not the main point, after you store your mana, you have to realise through that part of your body.
For me, I concentrate and gather mana in my fist and when I grab his fist I release all the mana through my hand and break his bones.
"being arrogant, are we? Boys let's teach this kid who is house around here."
On his command, two of his followers rushed at me.
At the same time, I crouched, and blue swirls began covering my legs.
Swords appeared in their hand and both of them attacked from my sides.
The swords were about to cut through my flesh when I did an unexpected somersault in that narrow path.
I bent both of my legs in the air as I somersaulted.
I dodged both of their swords in the air and hit their heads with the same techniques I used before.
The cracking sound of bones could be heard in that dark ally of the black market.
Both of them hit the concrete floor and went unconscious.
I dash toward the main boss, just as I land on the ground.
"What the? how could-"
Before reacting, I pulled my hand, covered in a dim blue hue, back and punched.
I clicked my tongue as a shield blocked my punch.
Quickly twisting on my right heel, I rotated my body and kicked the shield with a 360 spin kick.
My ears perked at the whistling of the air and I quickly backed away, barely dodging the daggers.
"It's harder than I thought it would be," I muttered to myself as I landed on the ground.
two down, three to go. The boss recovered from my kick, adjusting his shield with a smirk.
"You're more trouble than expected," he grumbled.
I tightened my stance, focusing on the rhythmic sounds of their movements. The remaining lackeys circled, daggers glinting in the dim light.
As the first one lunged, I sidestepped, countering with a swift elbow to his ribs. He crumpled, gasping for air. The second assailant tried a low sweep, but I leapt over the attack, delivering a roundhouse kick to his face.
The boss advanced cautiously, shield raised. I analyzed his movements, waiting for the right moment. He thrust forward, and I ducked, swiftly delivering a series of blows to his midsection.
"Enough games," he snarled, rallying his remaining lackeys. The trio regrouped, eyes fixed on me. Time to end this.
In a fluid motion, I launched a spinning kick, connecting with the first lackey's jaw. He crumpled, disoriented, leaving me a split second to dodge a dagger aimed at my side. Swiftly, I countered with a precise strike to the wrist, causing the second lackey to drop his weapon.
The boss, undeterred, swung his shield with brute force. I parried the attack, feeling the impact reverberate through my arms. Seizing the opportunity, I executed a quick knee strike, disarming him momentarily.
The third lackey lunged with a calculated precision, daggers glinting. I dodged and weaved, narrowly avoiding each strike. Sensing an opening, I seized his wrist, immobilizing him. With a deft twist, I disarmed him and incapacitated him with a swift elbow to the face.
Now, it was down to the boss. He charged with renewed vigour, shield leading the way. I sidestepped, ducked, and weaved through his attacks, anticipating his every move. With a precise kick to his knee, I forced him to kneel.
As he grunted in pain, I delivered a final, powerful blow, rendering him unconscious.
The alley fell silent, the only sounds echoing the victory – heavy breaths and the distant hum of the black market. I stood amidst the fallen, a testament to the power of disciplined combat.
I surveyed the scene, ensuring the unconscious thugs were incapacitated. The dark alley, once filled with malice, now bore the mark of triumph.