Soundlessly, his comrade fell on the floor. It twitched for a couple of seconds before it stopped moving.

He could also notice some fluid coming out of his comrade's mouth.

Contrary to that, that person was just standing calmly as nothing happened. He couldn't guess what he did, but who cares about that?!

The fire on his hand had surged up. Then he shortened their distance in a second. Baring the flaming punch towards his enemy, he shouted the word 'DIE!'. It wasn't only just a mere beating that he wanted, but he would certainly kill him.

In a matter of seconds, before his flaming fist hit his target, an impact was felt on his jaw. Then, he felt the world turned upside down. The strength he had shown just a moment ago was nowhere to be seen. He suddenly felt weak. His eyes trembled and his head was shaken.

He didn't notice what happened, but he felt a crushing pain in his jaw. After the impact, his face had crashed on one of the chairs, causing him to directly lose his consciousness. He was hit by a punch coming from the side. It was a punch with the power of 20 soul energy.

Eman sighed and thought. These fools not even half as strong as those assassins he fought before. They were just some random drunkards who weren't used to fighting. Their speed and defense were below average. It didn't even require him to use above 20 soul energy to knock out them. Also, most of them were only enforcing their attack power and not their defense.

The tables were broken to pieces and debris of it was scattered around together with the chairs, glasses, plates, and some utensils.

In front of him, Herro and the others were still facing their enemies. But because they weren't a combatant type, and have less experience in a real brawl, they had a hard time dealing with their opponents.

Just like the two enemies he knocked out, the other's opponents also gave importance to increasing their attack power by manifesting their magical energy on their hands.

Looks like none of them could manifest their magical energies to their whole body as Jura did in the banquet. 

It must be a matter of talent and perseverance in training. Eman surmised.

Nonetheless, the brawl had become so bloody but not to the extent that it could be considered as gore. It was just to the level of having their mouths and noses vomit blood.

Although they were reek of liquor, they were still sensible to not use magical elements to fire in long-range. If that happened, this whole pub would be in total chaos by now.

Looks like they wanted to settle the fight through their fist. A manly brawl is it. Eman thought.

Regardless, Herro and the others were at a disadvantage. Paula was able to hold himself for a minute, but because he was being ganged up by two enemies he was downed after a few exchanges.

Fatsu was stronger than his enemy, but his speed was slower, so in the end, he could not hit him and be downed after he took a couple of punches.

Fayatzu was knocked out in a single punch and was now unconscious on the floor. Blood and swelling were visible in some parts of their bodies.

The only people who remained standing in Merciless clan members were Herro and him.

But now everyone was ganging up on Herro. They surrounded him.

It was impressive already that he was able to stay on his feet this long even after receiving heavy attacks from the tall guy he was facing.

However, it was clear as day that he won't last long with his current situation. 

Seeing that all his comrades were knocked out, he grimaced and spat the blood from his mouth. 'Wait, how are they?' As he thought about it, he hastily glanced behind him. He remembered that two of the enemy went to Eman and Yumen. He wondered what happened to them. However, right at this moment, the enemies were already sending their punch towards him.

But before their punch landed on him, and before Herro could fully glance behind him, a blurred shadow passed in his vision. 

Herro widened his eyes with his pupils following up to where the shadow was going.

Then it crashed to the other enemies, who were in the act of throwing their punch at him. The two enemies that were hit by it were swept away together with something that was thrown at them.

The surrounding enemies around Herro paused their objectives and glanced to where their comrades were.

They saw three of their comrades lying on the broken table. 

"Wait, that—!!" The tall guy from the enemy's side uttered in recognition towards the other person that was lying together with the other two.

It was one of his comrades that he commanded to get the woman.

'Wait! How come that guy was lying out there!'

'Wait, wait, wait, he was thrown!'

Just then, they glanced to where the throw came from and saw a standing young man with a calm face. On the floor was their other comrade, lying unconscious on the floor, and behind him was the woman. "T-they lost? How did it happen?" The tall guy mumbled.

Even Herro himself couldn't understand. Even though his brother survived the subjugation mission, it didn't come to his mind that his brother was capable of defeating those two thugs. After all, in that subjugation mission, many comrades could help him.

And Herro heard that there were some personalities from great families who came to join that mission. So it was understandable that the subjugation team at that time was stronger than the subjugation team before.

He noticed his sworn brother lifted his index finger towards the enemies and provoked them to attack him.

He wondered what his brother was thinking. There were a total of five enemies left. Even if he was lucky, it was nigh impossible to defeat these five alone.

Especially that they were only sophomore students. They weren't trained how to deal with multiple opponents. He was about to tell them to run away but. He heard a grunt beside him, without confirming who it came from, he disregarded it. But then he felt an impact that swept him away.

"Young master!"

The only thing that he heard was the scream coming from Yumen. He peered to where she was even though he was crashing on the floor.

Then he saw the figure of five enemies racing towards his sworn brother and Yumen.

His face darkened at the possible outcome of them. 

"No! Ngh!" He forced himself to get up. He wanted to help him. His brother could not handle such a number!

The enemies with their bloodshot eyes were brandishing their fists towards his brother. Herro was staring with wide eyes open. But soon he gawked and could not believe whether he was seeing the real fight or illusion.

Those five people's attacks were evaded by his sworn brother. Then after dodging and parrying their fist, he sent a counter using his fist that was exuding with barely noticeable magical energy on his hand. Weirdly, his every attack was accurately landed on the enemy's body parts.

"I-is that possible...?" Herro mumbled with awe. Around him, the other customers were staring at the scene with a similar expression as him.

In just a minute, the four were lying unconscious while their seeming leader of the group, the tall guy, was being held in the collar by Eman.

While wearing a nonchalant face, he repeatedly punched the face of the tall guy.

Everyone around him was mumbling about how weird it was. It was hard to believe that those multiple opponents were dominated by a single person.

On top of it, that guy was punching the leader of the group with a nonchalant face. How come someone was capable of hurting while wearing such an expression.

They would understand if he was showing a cold expression, but having no expression at all while repeatedly hurting his opponent was just too scary.

Because it's hard to fathom his personality. 

Every punch of him was followed by a splattering of blood, and sometimes the tall guy's tooth was mixed in the spattered blood.

"Wa—!"

Punch!!

"Ngh!"

"Wai—!

Punch!

"Urgh!"

The enemy was trying to say something, but he was punched before a word came out from his mouth.

"Wa—it, i-it was—!"

Punch!

"Guwah!"

"Wait, b-bro, that guy wanted to say something…"

Suddenly, he felt someone's hand. Eman stopped and saw Herro grasping his arm.

"Bro, let him speak," he said.

Herro was taken aback when he glanced at him. 

Then, Eman nodded.

"Speak!"

Herro didn't feel pity for him, but he was curious about what he was going to say.

The tall guy said in difficulty that someone asked and paid them to cause trouble at the group.

Herro knitted his brows. Then he glanced at Eman. But he got a shrug as a reply. Herro asked him again if who was the one who asked them to cause trouble in their group. But the person was having difficulty speaking. 

His face was bloody and almost all of the teeth in his mouth were broken.

After a couple of seconds without a reply. Another punch took his consciousness. Herro was surprised at the mercilessness that his brother showed.