Pow!
One of the four men punched Zac in the nose, starting the fight outside The Nomad.
As soon as he felt his nose being pressed, Zac felt pain and took a step back, but he remained standing, his expression as calm as someone used to being hit.
Blood dripped from his nose as he brought a hand to his mouth.
"You hit like a woman!" He laughed as he looked at the blood on his fingers while the other three attacked him.
One of them tried to punch Zac in the face from his right side, while another tried to kick him in the shins and knock him off balance.
The third opponent just moved around, looking for an opening, while Zac waited for their blows without setting up his fighting position.
The fist of the second attacker hit his right cheek, causing Zac's head to move slightly to the other side.
Meanwhile, the third managed to hit his left ankle.
This man, however, was surprised at how hard that part of Zac's leg was and felt more pain than the slight-looking blond young man.
"Damn you! Are you wearing an ankle bracelet?" The man asked, limping as he put his right foot on the ground after the blow.
As the fourth opponent was about to strike Zac in the back of the head, he finally moved, deflecting the blow as he saw the man who had first attacked him approaching him again.
The moment he dodged the two men's attack, he used his powers for the first time in this fight, knocking the body of the first person who attacked him off balance in the direction of the one who was trying to hit him in the back of the head.
This person had a knuckle duster in his fist, and the moment Zac dodged it, the expression on his face changed as he saw his friend standing in the way of his blow.
Pow!
The moment the guy's fist hit his black-haired friend's face, he turned sideways, and a tooth flew out of his mouth. Blood poured out of his mouth, and he fell to the ground unconscious!
"Shit!"
"Fuck! What happened?"
The three companions of the black-haired man asked, expressing their concern, while the four people observing the situation became a few degrees more serious.
But Zac didn't stop there!
As he dodged his opponent's attack and made one of them hit the other with a subtle move of his own, he clenched one of his fists and shouted in the direction of the one who had hit him in the cheek.
"Let me teach you how to punch someone in the face!"
Pow!
Zac made an agile move like a boxer after dodging an attack and immediately countered.
He moved his right fist and hit his opponent in the mouth, who was surprised by his quick reaction.
"Aaaagh!"
The men there saw the young man hit by Zac stumble backward and fall, screaming in pain as some of his teeth were certainly broken, but the blood covering his mouth wouldn't allow anyone there to see that.
"You bastard! I'll kill you!" The one who had kicked him yelled as he pulled a pocket knife from his trousers and lunged diagonally at Zac.
Zac narrowly dodged, but the knife's blade cut off part of his clothes, and the guys in the surroundings finally felt that this had gone too far.
"Hey man, don't do that!" One of the nightclub guards shouted, but the angry man didn't listen and lunged at Zac.
Zac took two steps back to avoid the knife attacks and quickly thought about how to deal with an armed opponent.
He looked at the man with a knuckle duster in one of his fists and found his answer. Shifting the fight to the side of such a man, who was shocked at what he had done to one of his friends, Zac moved his enemies against each other.
Tiny sparks flew from one of his fingers, reaching the shocked young man's knuckle duster.
This person looked down at his hand and unconsciously changed position.
Zac took advantage of this involuntary movement and used the distracted opponent as a living shield, placing the young man between himself and his opponent with a pocket knife.
"Aaaagh!"
At this rate, it didn't take long for the guy's pocket knife to slice through his friend's chest, while every few moments, Zac electrocuted the body of his "shield" to keep it from moving away from him.
Hearing his friend's scream, the young man holding the knife hesitated for a moment, giving Zac the opportunity he wanted.
As the young man paused for a moment and stared at his friend in shock, Zac dropped his living shield in pain and kicked his opponent in the face.
His kick was swift and powerful. When it hit the man, it sent his body flying a meter in the opposite direction, and he fell unconscious to the ground.
Zac had knocked out two of his four opponents!
"Shit!"
"Fuck, how did that kid do that?"
The men in the area stopped just watching the fight and started commenting, each of them impressed in their own way by the way Zac had fought.
Zac had a slight build and looked like an idiot for his earlier actions. Yet, he had skillfully dealt with those four after taking three attacks without defending himself!
That was impressive! Only tough men could do that!
"Hey, kid! What's your name?" One of the two men who had been smoking outside when this little one-minute battle began asked Zac.
Realizing that he had done what he wanted and that there was nothing more for him there, Zac ran out of there without paying any attention to those men, feeling some of the adrenaline left in his body.
He was happy. When he felt the taste of blood in his mouth, he couldn't help but laugh, enjoying the feeling of winning an unfavorable fight.
But he also couldn't help but feel nervous about having to escape, knowing the problems he might get into with the police.
That wasn't the school where he would be suspended or expelled at most. That was the real world, and depending on the situation, you could get in trouble and end up in jail!
The men outside the nightclub had done nothing to prevent his escape and were soon checking on the four victims of Zac or asking for help.
Despite everything, none of them were seriously injured. With proper rest, they would recover from what they had suffered there. The greatest damage to them was not to their bodies but to their honor.
By provoking some guy and then ending up in that situation, they would have to live with the humiliation of that beating for who knows how long.