Chapter25-Just You?

Owen hadn't even left the town yet, but he could already feel someone following him.

As he turned the corner, he glanced back out of the corner of his eye.

There were about seven or eight people, five of whom were bronze-tier.

These people looked casual, but in reality, they had been following him all along.

Owen calmly walked towards the outskirts of the town.

It might be difficult to make a move in the town, but outside would be a different story.

The people behind him were delighted to see this little fat sheep obediently heading out of town.

In town, they were afraid of the guards showing up at any moment, but outside, it was a different matter.

A piece of trash who wasn't even iron-tier dared to leave town alone?

As they approached the forest, the group exchanged glances and quickly rushed in front of Owen.

"Kid, you're in our way and wasting our time. Give us some compensation for the trouble," one of them said as they nonchalantly surrounded Owen.

Owen frowned slightly. "You're the ones blocking my way."

The leader, carrying a huge sword, looked like a swordsman, and the sword glowed with a bronze-tier light.

"We're heading back to town, and you're in the middle of the road. What's the deal?" the leader said.

"If you know what's good for you, leave your backpack behind as compensation for our trouble. Otherwise..."

He laughed disdainfully, sizing Owen up and down. "You don't look like you have enough meat on you for us to bother with a beating."

The others laughed mockingly. How could a weakling who wasn't even iron-tier stand up to them?

"Leave your backpack and get lost."

Owen lifted his gaze slightly. "What if I say no?"

The leader acted as if he had heard a funny joke. "Then we'll just have to break your limbs and throw you into the forest."

"Jack, stop wasting time! Just do it!"

"Maybe if we grab the spellbeast cub in his backpack, we can head back to the capital!" said a yellow-haired guy who was already eager, gripping a large sword.

Spellbeast cub?

Owen instantly understood.

They must have seen the egg in his backpack slightly shaking and assumed it was a live spellbeast cub.

After all...

Even a tier-2 spellbeast snow rabbit cub could sell for 20 gold coins.

"Enough talk, get him!"

The surrounding men tightened their grips on their weapons and swarmed towards Owen!

The leading swordsman raised his massive sword and swung it down at Owen with full force! A blow like this could easily cleave an ordinary person in half!

Owen lifted his gaze slightly. He never liked to kill unnecessarily, but if someone pushed him, he wouldn't hold back!

Bang!

Owen stopped the huge sword with just two fingers!

"I gave you a chance," Owen said coldly.

The others were shocked!

That was Jack, a bronze-tier level 9! The strongest among them in terms of physical strength and speed!

And his strike had just been stopped by this weakling with one hand!

Jack was stunned too. He immediately jumped back several steps, gritting his teeth and gripping his silver sword tightly.

"Kid, you've got some skill, but you won't be so lucky this time!"

"Yah!"

Jack raised his silver sword high, the blade wrapped in green mana.

In the next second, he launched himself forward, the sword slicing through the air with a piercing sound, aiming straight for Owen!

Just as they were a step apart, Owen suddenly raised his hand and swiped.

Bang!

The silver sword was sent flying several meters away, embedding itself into a nearby rock.

The immense force shattered Jack's grip. Shocked and in pain, Jack tried to jump back to retrieve his silver sword.

But before he could take a few steps, he felt a crushing pressure from behind.

Owen stepped on him, pinning him to the ground!

"What are you standing around for? Help me!" Jack spat out a mouthful of blood, and the others exchanged glances before rushing forward, gritting their teeth.

"Fireball!"

"Wind Blade!"

Various skills were hurled at Owen, who instantly lifted Jack to use him as a shield.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

All the skills hit Jack, leaving him battered and bruised!

"Ahhh!!"

Jack screamed in pain, but Owen held him firmly by the collar, rendering him immobile. His hand trembled slightly, and the silver sword fell to the ground!

"Actually, I know a bit about physical techniques too."

Owen held Jack by the collar with one hand, while the other hand formed a fist.

He then struck Jack's back with a powerful punch!

Boom!

Jack was sent flying several meters, crashing through two trees before falling to the ground!

Pfft!

A mouthful of blood spewed from Jack's mouth, staining the ground red. The others were terrified!

Someone tried to flee, but it was too late!

Slap!

The sound of a sharp slap echoed through the forest.

The next second, several thugs were sent flying, landing several meters away!

The remaining bronze-tier thugs, seeing the situation was dire, gritted their teeth and charged forward.

But before they could get close, they were knocked out with a single punch!

This... this...

Jack, lying on the ground, looked at Owen in terror.

This man had no mana fluctuations, wasn't he just an ordinary person?

How could he possess such strength?

What was going on?!

Owen slowly retracted his fist, looking at the groaning thugs on the ground.

"Do you still want a toll fee?"

The people on the ground shook their heads frantically, and Jack was completely terrified!

He simply couldn't understand.

He was already bronze-tier, so how could he lose to someone who wasn't even iron-tier?

Moreover, he could tell that this person hadn't used any mana at all—just pure physical strength!

Even a silver-level 9 warrior couldn't achieve this level of power!

Who exactly was this person?

What kind of background did he have?

But Jack didn't have time to think about this now.

As he watched Owen slowly walk towards him, his fear grew stronger and stronger.

"You... you stay away! I... I'm from House Ray in the capital!" Jack stuttered, retreating shakily. Missing a tooth made his speech a bit slurred.

"Now you're the ones blocking my way. Shouldn't you compensate me for my mental distress?" Owen squatted in front of Jack, speaking with a slight smile.

He picked up a knife from the ground and played with it near Jack's neck.

Jack froze, then hurriedly took out everything he had on him in a panic. "I-I-I'll give you everything! Just don't kill me!"

Owen glanced at the items on the ground—mana cores from various spellbeasts, and the quality wasn't bad, mostly tier 3 and 4.

"Are you sure this is all?" Owen's knife traced near Jack's neck again, making Jack grit his teeth and shout at the others around him.

"Are you all dead? Hurry up and give me your stuff!"

The others reluctantly threw down some items.

There were mostly silver coins, probably two to three hundred, and only a couple of gold coins.

The beast cores they had were mostly tier 1 junk, which Owen had no interest in.

But since he was broke, he decided to keep them as a source of income.

Owen slowly packed everything into a cloth bag, watching as Jack seemed to relax.

Then he chuckled softly. "You don't seem very honest."

"Huh?" Jack was stunned and instinctively backed away.

Before he could say anything, he felt a sharp pain in his face!

Bang!

Owen punched Jack hard in the face! Jack's head snapped to the side, and he spat out a few more teeth mixed with blood onto the muddy ground!

His once nice set of teeth was now half gone!

"Give me the ring," Owen said, eyeing the plain silver ring on Jack's hand.

Jack instinctively pulled his hand back. "This... it's not worth much..."