"System, raise the level of the peasant and swordsman classes to level 2."
Ding!
[10 gold subtracted]
["Peasant" class increased by one level]
[Peasant class raised to level 2]
[+0.1 points added to physique]
Ding!
[20 gold coins subtracted]
[Swordsman class increased by one level]
[Swordsman class reached level 2]
[+0.2 points added to physique]
...
[Current physique: 1.65 (+0.13)]
Maxime felt a mysterious power appear from nowhere in his body, it warmed his body as it ran through every organ, vein and bone in his body drastically strengthening them.
He smiled slightly and forced his way between the two men, jostling them fiercely.
This made the eyes of many in the bar widen, for these two men seemed to possess a great deal of muscular power - at least, they were much stronger than ordinary soldiers.
But today, a handsome young man with blond hair had easily pushed them aside.
Of course, there was the fact that they were unprepared, but it already showed that the young man was not weak.
As Maxime came dangerously close to the man who had spilled the beer, Andrew, who had kept his head down until now and was unaware of his surroundings, began to laugh.
His laughter growing louder by the second.
But after 5 seconds, he stopped, stood up from his chair and turned around.
The man with the beer met Andrew's gaze.
"So you're the little shit who spilled his beer on me?"
His angry voice carried across the bar, spreading a certain excitement among the individuals in the bar.
Before the man could say anything, he saw Andrew's forehead coming dangerously close to him very quickly.
But thanks to his good reflexes, he quickly dodged, but to his horror, Andrew only thought of creating distance between them to gain momentum and sent a blow into his stomach.
He didn't have time to get his guard up before receiving Andrew's destructive blow!
*Crack*
No doubt the beer-spiller's ribcage had been partially shattered.
His face suddenly went pale as he knelt before Andrew, clutching his stomach and grimacing.
He felt a current rush down his throat, but before he could evacuate anything, Andrew's knee landed in his head, knocking him out cold.
His heavy body made a deafening noise in the bar.
Customers expecting a good show took a deep breath upon seeing such a spectacle.
"Shit, this guy's completely finished."
"Hey, is that guy still alive after that?"
"What a scary sequence..."
"Haha he really got the wrong person this time"
...
Murmur after murmur in the bar, but no one dared raise their voice...well, except one person.
"Haha Andrew well done on that!" commented Maxime aloud, laughing.
"You took your time, boss," replied Andrew, smiling.
The other members of the group woke up as they too reacted:
"Haha well done Andrew, I didn't think you were that strong already!" commented Ronny enthusiastically.
"Hey chief, did you see that too? Andrew's gotten super strong!" continued Joe, laughing.
"To take that guy down in 2 moves, you'd have to be," Piedro asserted respectfully.
...
"So these kids are mercenaries?" muttered a man with a scar over his right eye, which incidentally was white. He stood at the end of a rectangular table, where more than twenty men were seated.
"Avenge Opo", he ordered the men beside him.
In a single movement, they all stood up and moved towards Andrew, Maxime and the rest of the saber-toothed tigers.
"Haha no worries chief, we'll teach those little brats a lesson!"
"It's been a while since we've all stood up together for a battle like this!"
"Hey there's only 9 of them, try to leave one for me guys!"
...
Noticing the noisy movement, the saber-toothed tiger mercenaries focused their attention on them.
"Hey chief, it's getting hot there isn't it?" asked James with a few drops of sweat.
He wasn't the only one; everyone could see that these men were mercenaries, and no doubt each of them had already taken lives on the battlefield.
This also meant that each of them was slightly better than ordinary, well-trained soldiers!
But Maxime on the other hand was rather cheerful.
"No James, it's getting fun," Maxime declared with a slight smile.
He wasn't saying that because he was a battle nut, no even he could see they were going to get slaughtered.
In this world, as in the real world, it was difficult with two hands to beat 4.
However, if they could lay most of these guys out in front of them, then their group would get a very good reputation!
Even if that wasn't the case, as long as they showed enough ferocity and cohesion then it would make people want to join them!
So it's all to the good, since it'll make it easier for him to recruit members in the future, and even the salaries he'll be asking for will go down - what a joy!
Andrew stood next to Maxime, then without warning dashed off alone towards the mercenaries opposite.
He had also understood the current situation very well, so he wasted no time in reacting.
Thanks to his momentum, he collided violently with one of the mercenaries in front of him, throwing him to the ground, who instantly spat blood from the violent shock.
"Shit, get that brat!"
Andrew was unable to finish off his opponent as several mercenaries attacked him.
But it wasn't long before his comrades arrived as well, blocking the attacks for him and counter-attacking.
Tables and stools were soon in use as violence reigned supreme in the bar.
Blood soon covered the floor, from both Maxime's group and the man with the white eye.
Seeing the chaos, Romuald muttered to himself with a sigh:
"I guess I don't have a choice in receiving this beautiful chaos...Me who used to stop these fights is now part of it."
"How ironic."
Both his hands rested on the 2 men who had previously blocked Maxim's path and now had their backs to him.
Sensing the presence behind them, they turned curiously.
"Nice to meet you, I'm Romuald."
All they saw was a middle-aged man with a smiling face.
"Currently awaiting approval to join the saber-toothed tigers." he continued in the same tone.
The two gorillas were equally quick to smile and introduce themselves:
"Urs of the Bloody Bears, nice to meet you."
"Iry des ours sanglants too, nice to meet you."
Romuald nodded gently in acknowledgement, then landed an uppercut on the first of the two by way of greeting.
However, Iry was quick to react, sending a swift jab into Romuald's face, knocking him backwards.
"Haha not bad at all!" exclaimed Romuald, laughing heartily.
"That was the thrill of the fight I'd long since lost, and now I've finally got it back! What fun!"
Then the 3 combatants began to clash violently.
The man with the white eye soon noticed them, then whispered:
"Oh Romuald, the deputy head of the guard is fighting with Urs and Iry, and he's not losing any ground either. It's both interesting and surprising. Would he have joined that bunch of brats?"