HPDBC Chapter 257: 251: The Hardest Part of a Dwarf's Body
Chapter 257: 251: The Hardest Part of a Dwarf's Body
Chapter 257: Chapter 251: The Hardest Part of a Dwarf’s Body
Lancelot stared at the several demons blocking his path, momentarily at a loss for words. Just moments ago, Bruto had praised the usefulness of the title ‘Lord of Withering’, and now here they were, being robbed in the middle of Mogrondale City.
“Gold, gemstones, anything valuable out! Otherwise, we’ll beat you up!”
The leading brute threatened everyone. There were five demons in front of them, and from several other directions, two or three more demons were emerging from the shadows, subtly surrounding the group.
“Huh? Are you joking?” Bruto exclaimed in surprise and alarm, “Do you know who this knight is? He is...”
“Doesn’t matter who it is!” the impatient demon interrupted the dwarf, “You’ve entered the territory of the Iron Fist Gang, and you’ll have to pay a toll!”
“And if we don’t pay?” the dwarf stood his ground and replied, “Looking for a fight? I’m not afraid of you!”
“Yahaha! The little dwarf won’t give in!” the leading demon laughed loudly at Bruto, “A small stature, but a big temper!”@@@@
“You!” Bruto was angered by the repeated calls of ‘little dwarf’, jumping in irritation, “I don’t need my big brother to make a move; I can flatten you! Do you have the guts to fight me one-on-one?”
“One-on-one! One-on-one! One-on-one!” Now it was the other demons’ turn to jeer. These demons seemed to think that a fight between two figures with such a height disparity would be highly entertaining, showing no interest in using their numerical advantage to gang up on them.
“Haha! One-on-one! Like I’d be afraid of you?” the leading demon boldly stepped forward, but with a shifty glance, he added, “No hammers for the dwarf, and I won’t use claws either!”
“Hehe, your dwarf grandpa can flatten you with his bare fists!” Bruto sneered as he unhooked his hammer and casually stuck it into the mouth of a floating skull, “Shall we start?”
The sound of fists hitting flesh was nearly simultaneous: the Dwarf was knocked to one side, while Margo’s head was thrown back sharply.
But Bruto acted even before he regained his balance, once again spinning his body from left to right, delivering the same elbow strike aimed at the outer side of Margo’s left knee.
The clear sound of a knee shattering rang out, and from Margo’s mouth came a pitiful cry akin to prey stepping into a bear trap. Bruto’s iron elbow rendered the Demon’s left leg utterly incapable of supporting any weight. As the Demon bent over to clutch his left leg, he was met with another potent right hook from the Dwarf, sending the over three hundred-pound Margo flying through the air.
“That’s it?”
Once again, the Dwarf spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and reached up to adjust his crooked nose, snapping it back into place with a forceful twist.
His opponent knelt on the ground, eyes burning with flames of rage and madness. All of a sudden, Margo leaped forward on one foot, flapping the slender bat wings on his back while in midair, claws fully extended, swooping down like an osprey towards the unarmed Bruto.
Lancelot, whose attention had remained sharply focused, immediately sprang into action. His figure flickered eerily, instantly appearing in front of Bruto, with Frostslash emanating a blindingly bright cyan light in his hand, tracing an arc across the sky like a crescent moon.
With the intent to intimidate, Lancelot unleashed the full power of the Qingyun Sword Art. Margo’s body was split cleanly in two from head to groin, with both halves of the corpse falling to either side, and the spurting blood staining Lancelot’s Mithril armor a deep red.
He turned around, his cold gaze sweeping over the surrounding Demons. Most of them had charged halfway but stopped dead in their tracks under Lancelot’s icy stare, awkwardly standing their ground.
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