Shifting my body to the side, I easily dodged the fat guy's fist as I just casually tripped his feet. Guys like this are actually just a walk in the park for me, so tripping him was very easy to do, especially when his body is this huge.
As the fat guy tripped onto the ground face first, I then stomped on the back of his head and looked at the other thugs that have surrounded me and Clifford.
I shielded Clifford who was trembling in fear, with my body and protected him from the gazes of our enemies...despite knowing that I poisoned him. But I can cure him later.
Hm...yeah, Clifford was indeed fooled just by looking at his expression. There is no way a blessed wouldn't be able to detect a single rat following them around, so the Jeferson guy might have let Clifford scout the area on purpose. knowing that he is part of my crew and would eventually report to me when I return, I only got 3 months of confinement so....I can tell that the Noble Mutt must have expected me to survive the confinement, and planned to kill me by baiting me with the hostages.
Either way, these guys are fucked. I may have grown malnourished during my time in the prison, but that doesn't mean all of my strength is gone. I still have the power as the ruler of the slums. Just the slums, not anything great.
When the fat guy tried to rise up from the ground, I slammed his face down to the ground by stomping onto the back of his head really hard and knock him out.
Upon seeing that, a crowd of other thugs soon gathered around us and raised their weapons.
"Brat, do me a favor and run away"
I glanced at Clifford behind me who was trembling in fear as he looked into my eyes.
"O-okay, Boss..."
He replied before swiftly tucking his tail between his legs and ran away.
It must have been because they did not view Clifford as a threat or they just don't care about him at all cause he is not me, the other thugs just let him slip out of their grasp as they all lunged at me.
The reason why the slums is very easy to conquer, is because there is no single blessed in this place. Everyone in this place are like me...Unchosen.
Dodging the wooden club swung right on my face by ducking, I moved swiftly and delivered a palm strike at the attacker's stomach before doing a cheap shot on his groin to knock him out.
When he fell, I swiftly grabbed the wooden club that he was using and then used it to block the other incoming weapons.
"Hmm, it is far from the real one but could definitely be a good practice."
I muttered, imagining the wooden club as the sword that the knight lady had lent me, before using it to swat the other weapons away from me.
I applied strength to my swing as the other thugs' weapons were soon then flung off their hand because of the great force that they received from my swings.
I think I might be a talented swordsman.
I huffed in satisfaction upon seeing the thugs all get subdued by my mighty power, the wooden club. Knocking them off one by one, I looked around at the surrounding only to see that the crowd of tramps had finally dispersed around the area.
There is only me and the other thugs that are left.
Feeling quite drunk in might, I smiled at everyone of them and taunted them all to come at me at once. What can these weaklings do? Struggle?
After taunting all of them to come at me, I saw all of them soon rush towards me while brandishing all of their weapons. There were like 14 of them.
The first one that reached me was a guy that wielded a metal pipe, He swang that pipe to hit my head but I just raised my wooden club to block the strike and with great force, I kicked the guy's unguarded stomach to destroy his stability before I twisted my body and deliver a powerful strike towards a guy behind me, aiming right directly at the side of his ribs.
Now, there are also times where I receive a damage from my adversaries but I just bite through the pain of having my head struck by a metal pipe and then counterattack at them.
The fight lasted for almost an hour before I soon rise as the victor with blood all over my body, and was panting heavy breaths.
'It seems like I overestimated myself'
Getting ganged up is surely exhausting.
Falling on my knees, I gritted my teeth and forced myself to get up. If I lose to something like this, then how could I dare talk about Glory? I must never fall. But I must also never become way too arrogant. Being arrogant might be the end of me.
Letting go of the worn down wooden club to the ground, I pick up a new weapon....a long metal pipe that was used to hit my head, before I continued to walk away and escape this place ignoring the tramps which are looking at me now.
I cannot face the Jeferson guy with an injury like this. I was being arrogant in expecting that I can just waltz into his turf without getting ambushed and was even entertaining the ambush. It was pretty stupid of me to not come up with plans beforehand. The only plan I had was poisoning the brat, but it didn't even do anything to benefit me.
Ignoring all of the pain, I began to gather my little bit of strength to run away before more reinforcements come.
But it was then, when I felt a heavy pressure infront of me.
Wincing, I let out a hollow chuckle upon seeing the source of that pressure. It was the Blessed. I did not need to know his face to tell, just by his pressure alone....anyone can tell that this was Jeferson. The man looked around the area and upon seeing that his men have fallen, he opened his mouth to speak.
"It seems like a mutt has lost its way and is biting others....."
I firmly gripped onto the metal pipe with both of my hands and stood tall infront of the pressure that the blessed infront of me was emitting.
Blesseds...are very powerful people. They are mortals chosen by the gods to wield extraordinary powers like controlling fire or wind. It was said that they were given these powers to defeat the evil which are the demons and protect the weak, which are the Unchosen and powerless people.
Blesseds are immensely stronger than ordinary people. They have monstrous physical abilities capable of shattering concrete walls with a single strike that no ordinary person could do. They also have extraordinary powers that could help with destruction.
So NO Unchosen could ever win against a Blessed.
But I plan to change that by hunting the one infront of me down.
'Really...my arrogance will be the death of me.'