Everyone watched the scene with dumbfounded gazes. Did he think that they were pushovers? Could he not tell that he was trying to bite more than he could actually chew?
To make matters worse, he was actually shorter than them by a foot or two and they could also see that he was wearing an upper clothing.
Wait, what was up with him covering his upper body? Was it that he had grown breasts that he was trying to hide? Did he not see that all men only covered their head and loins? And he was also covering his feet to the toes! A big shame as a man. Where had this weirdo come from?
Others thought that he was only trying to act tough in front of the girl, Mia, so that he could win her pity. What a shameful act for a man. Even calling him a man was an insult to all other men. It was even better to send just one of them to beat him into pulp. All their thoughts concluded to him being a shameful man.
Insulting their culture when he was not here for more than a few hours. Even his death might not be enough to satiate the hunger to see his blood. But what they did not understand was that Marx wanted to kick some ass too. After a whole month of holding in his anger, he wanted to vent it on someone.
These guys just made his hidden emotions surge. He had been holding them back for long and he did not know whether he would manage to hold back. He might end up killing them rather than breaking some few bone.
He decided to hold back as he started walking towards two approaching guys. It was not wrong to say that Marx could only fit to be termed as a small brother to them. From their body stature, it could be said that they were twice as strong as Marx.
The two guy had smiles on their faces and they were also grinning but so was Marx. Marx was grinning even wider than them. This made him appear like a mad person but his eyes were clear as the ocean. It was like he could see through them but they could only see their blue surface.
The two threw a punch each in sync when Marx was within their range. Again, Marx was caught off guard by the speed of their punches. They were too fast even for him. He sighed as the two fists approached his face. Very weak fast attacks. He raised his both hands and held the two fists.
No one saw that coming. The two fists were supposed to be larger than his palms but they seemed to have fit perfectly in his palm. What they did not even expect was to see the two guy's face contorting with gritted teeth trying to push their fists forward in vain. It was like they had hit a sturdy yet sticky wall.
Even Mia who had closed her eyes not willing to see him get hurt was shocked by the sudden turn out. She saw him throw a casual glance at her with a smile on his face which reminded her of his words; 'if you are worried, worry about them, not me.' Those were not words said by someone blabbing but were words from someone who was confident.
Someone who knew what he was talking about. She watched as the two guys grit their teeth and suddenly their faces started contorting with pain. What was happening? She had a back view of Marx so she did not see what he was doing to them but if she was...
She could see the smile on Marx's lips as he clenched his fingers on the two guys. They tried to grit their teeth as tight as they could but the pain was approaching unbearable levels as the first crack resounded amidst the silent watchers. Everyone heard it.
What followed next was a painful cry as three more cracks resounded. The guy had blood vessels bulging from his eyes with pain. He did not shed a single tear but everyone could guess what had happened. Marx had just broken the fingers fist bones of a person like they were nothing but weathered sticks.
The other guy watched in shock after the four cracks sounded. He knew that he was next. The worst part being that he was in the right side and Marx was holding him with his right hand. He had a devilish smile as he pressed his middle finger. The crack was so resounding and the guy started screaming with first broken finger.
By the fourth crack, the guy had wet himself and the other guy was now in the middle of laughing and crying. He wanted to laugh at this friend of his but he was in no less pain. But it relieved him that his friend was in a worse position than him. Marx released their hand and the two guys held their wrists with the other hand.
It was obvious tat they were not going to throw fists recklessly again in their life. They wanted to turn and walk away but who had told them that it was over? This was but the beginning of their hellish life. Marx clenched his fists and minimized the strength. He then punched the two guys with left fist landing a second later then the right fist.
The two fists each landed on their chest. All air was forced out in a cough and everyone was certain that they all heard two to three cracks from each of their ribs. Then, to send them off, they were flying in one direction and they fell on each other with heir chests which caused them to scream even louder.
Marx stared at his clenched fists.
He had thought that he had held back but he still ended up breaking three of their ribs each and sending them ten meters away.
"I thought I held back!" Marx cursed out but he had not expected that everyone would look at him. What did he mean he held back? Was he taking them for fools? If he had held back, why had he broken their ribs? But if it was true that he was holding back, then what was the extent of his strength?
The four remaining felt their lips twitch. It could be said that they had fallen victim of intimidation. Even Mia's brother could not confidently stand and say that he could bra a single rib with a punch even at full strength. He was the only one of the group who had managed to couple his speed attacks with strength.
Yet, he was not confident. The four showed some slight hesitation but they could not just back off now. Weren't they the ones who had created this platform? Then, how could they walk with their head high if the decided to leave it? They could just try their luck and get beaten like real men but not running away like women.
Their pride was their downfall. They all charged with their fists clenched. the battle was already predictable as things stood. Charging while shouting was one proof of your fear. It was only Mia's brother who was silent. He was behind the three and his mind was clear. His fist was accurate not like that of the three.
Marx could already see them crying in pain. They were not fun to fight with. They lost themselves too easily and were vulnerable to intimidation. Marx sighed. it even felt like he was bullying them. He could not even use a skill to fight any of them. Their bodies were too fragile.
They really put their strong frames to shame. But everyone knew of this group. The youngest of them was Mia's brother and he was twenty years old. He could be said to be ranked the best fighter amongst his peers. He even stood a chance against those were older than him.
Even his companions were not that weak though they were older than him. Marx was underrating their strength too much that it appeared like they were nothing but oldies with dry bones that could easily be cracked.
Marx knew that the only way he could control his strength was by using fists.
If he used his kicks, he could probably separate the head from the body like it had been attached with a string. This was how Marx viewed them. Truly underestimating.
The first three were coming at him with their guard completely down. Marx sighed and clenched his fists again but he saw that it was not the correct way to deal with overgrown kids.
He raised his palm sideways and the first guy to approach him was intimidated and was frozen for a second which was more than what he needed. Before the guy could even react, he felt some wind on his cheek and then some burning sensation on the cheek. It was accompanied with his adult teeth being slammed with the cheeks.
The teeth tore the inner cheek but they to did not stand a chance as three of them filled his mouth. He felt his whole head in a spin and his whole face under fire before he realized that his left ear was numb. It had a ringing sound. He also then realized that he was no longer on his feet.
He saw his world upside down as he was sent flying sideways with somersaults and fell on his side meters away from Marx. If he could see his condition, he would not believe that it was him. His left part of the face was all swollen to the eye which was sunk in its sockets.
Blood seeped from his ear as his eardrum had been burst. It was then that everyone registered what had happened. Marx had raised his hand and had slapped at the guy who hesitated for a second. The slap was still fresh in their ears as it replayed again and again in their mind.
If someone told you that you would lose with a slap, you would never believe it but it was there for everyone to see. They sucked in cold breaths but they were yet to fully suck it in when Marx raised his hand again...