Tension hung heavy as the air cracked with intensity. However, the noble patrons around them seemed entirely unaffected by the unfolding chaos.
It was almost as if such instances were regular occurrences in this bar.
Everyone remained seated in their plush booths, sipping their drinks, letting out puffs of smoke, and occasionally erupting into loud laughter—behaviour that hardly befitted their high social status.
Meanwhile, the confrontation between Jean and Lucas continued to escalate as Jean channelled mana into his legs.
His massive calves appeared ready to burst as the pristine wooden floor of the bar cracked beneath his feet.
In an instant, the hulking young man vanished from his position and reappeared right in front of Lucas.
With lightning speed, he shot his right arm forward, launching a blisteringly fast straight punch toward his, his fist moving in a blur.
