Chapter 63 — Welcome to the Underworld III
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The wind howled ferociously as every nerve in Kamira's body shook. She was expecting a great impact—a connection that could send her to the afterlife. A pain that would first drive her insane mentally before disfiguring her physical body... But none of that came...
Instead, she heard a loud banging sound which cut through her ears and cleared her blurry vision. Her eyes opened as they reflected on the broad shoulders of a silhouette whose red hair was fluttering violently in the storm...
Black pants... Brown shirt... and brown boots...
'Is that a member of Brownhound? Is he helping me out?' Kamira was confused as she stared at the silhouette, when her toy spider crept to her shoulder and whispered into her ear.
'The man jumped out of nowhere... Stopped the club from smashing your face and threw the guy away with a punch.'
Spidey spoke with great enthusiasm in a language only she understood, as to others the toy only jumped around on her body. This raised Kamira's evaluation of the man, but then something occurred to her—and before she could address it, Brawyn stepped forward.
"Who are you, Mister?? You don't look like someone familiar." Brawyn asked, and Socrates nodded...
"Yeah... I'm not from around this place..." Socrates replied without hesitation.
"That says it then. Because no one dares interfere in the matters of the Brownhound guild... Why don't you just apologize to us, and we will overlook your trespasses?" Brawyn demanded.
"Apologies, you say?" Socrates asked, and then shook his head. "Unfortunately, you're not worthy."
Then he stepped forward and pointed at the purple-haired lady on the floor. "I was there watching what you all did to this lady... You owe her an apology..."
"IMPUDENT..." a member of the Brownhounds cried out.
"How dare you belittle our guild?" another member asked venomously.
"Young Master Brawyn... Since he wants to help the lady, we should kill them together." Another cried out, pointing his weapon at Socrates...
"Well, Mister... Since you refuse to comply, my hands are tied, and I'm forced to take action." Brawyn fiddled with his sword before giving the signal to his members to attack...
"Kill both of them..." He turned around just after he gave out the command.
The angry disciples, without hesitation, rushed towards Socrates with an angry cry, their weapons leading before them, cutting through the cold air...
The first one to reach struck out with his sword—a forward slash that targeted Socrates' neck—but the red-haired teenager didn't dodge or even choose to counterattack...
He simply raised his hand as he caught the wrist of his attacker mid-motion, causing surprise to flicker in the eyes of the man who had thought he had landed a grievous blow at the enemy...
With a pull, Socrates dragged the man's feet off the ground as his body was sent capsizing in the air while firmly grabbing his wrist... All of this happened within seconds, and Socrates wasn't even using any strength...
In the next second, as three other attackers gained on him, Socrates threw the man at them, sending the four of them crashing yards away...
"Attack... Kill..." The mob rushed at him with more anger... The show of strength didn't deter them but caused them to become even more mad...
A smile formed on Socrates as he folded his fist into a tight, wrenching blow... An attacker jumped high as he came down with an overhead slash, and the red-haired dude responded with a punch of his own...
Clang...
The sound tore through the harsh wind as Socrates' punch landed on the sword, which was sent flying out of the man's grip—but then Socrates' punch didn't stop, and the man also didn't stop falling, which established a second connection...
The ferociousness of the punch landed into the man's face, destroying his teeth, breaking his nose, and blinding his eyes mid-motion—and his body was sent skyrocketing into the air before landing on a rooftop... He didn't just land, as the force caused him to break through the rooftop into the structure beneath it...
'The man is no ordinary...' The thought crossed not only the mind of Brawyn but also the mind of Kamira, who was seated on the floor behind him, watching the whole exchange...
'It'll get bloody when Brawyn joins the fray... I've to shift back...' Kamira quickly propelled herself as she assumed a crouching position and then jumped backward while still in that position...
Socrates noticed movement behind him and gave her a side glance... She froze instantly...
'Does he think I'm running away? Will he stop helping me?' She asked herself as her chest beat loudly against her ribs.
"Are you fine?" The words that came out of Socrates' mouth shocked her... Then she nodded instantly...
"Will you be fine?" She found herself asking...
"Yeah, for sure... They're all small fries..." Socrates chuckled, pointing at the men till his finger rested on Brawyn...
This triggered the insanity of the man...
'How can an unknown person call him a small fry? He's a core member of the Brownhounds guild... A ranker at rank 145... Someone unknown is now referring to him as a small fry...'
He let out his energy instantly as a green aura swept out everywhere... The aura of an early-stage cultivator, as he grabbed hold tightly to his sword...
"I'll make you eat your words." Brawyn launched towards Socrates at a blinding speed, his sword stabbing forward before him—and when he got into range, he thrust his hand forward, wanting to stab Socrates in the abdomen—but he stabbed nothing but the air...
"What?" He exclaimed in shock as his blade met nothing. 'Where's he?'
Before he could turn, a slap was sent across his face, which caused every part of his body to rotate starting from his head...
He spun for some seconds before stopping—right in front of Socrates, who glared into his obsidian eyes.
"You should know your place." With his fist, he launched a crazy uppercut that cut the wind apart and landed cleanly on the lower jaw of Brawyn, sending the poor cultivator launching into the air...
Even gravity couldn't keep up with such force and ferociousness as blood sprayed out of Brawyn's mouth mid-air, while his body traveled uncontrollably before crashing his back straight into a structure...
An old structure which was already waiting for an opportunity to self-destruct—and that opportunity came as Brawyn crashed into it, every beam cracking and breaking atop him.
"Young master... Young master..." The rest of the guild members cried out as they abandoned every notion of attacking Socrates and rushed towards Brawyn, whose state was unknown...
'He defeated Brawyn... With just one punch... Doesn't that mean he can kill me with a slap?' Kamira was frightened by the strength of this person as he turned back to look at her...
"You see... They're small fries..." Socrates said with enthusiasm, feeling good that he had helped someone...
Kamira didn't say anything but quickly stood up and rushed towards Socrates, grabbed his hand, and started pulling him away...
"We have to leave before the Brownhounds call for reinforcement..."