Miss Witch Doesn't Want to be a Diva-Chapter 812 - 29: The Promising Youngster_3

"Yes, today is the day they get reacquainted with me," the young man took a deep breath, then clenched his fist as a faint trace of magic power wrapped around it, and his entire figure became more robust, as if coated with a metallic shell.

The noise in the bar continued as usual, and it was only 10 PM, far from closing time. Patrons were coming and going, some regulars mixed with men and women, and some students experiencing it for the first time.

On the stage, a singer with smoky makeup clutched the microphone and belted passionately, with the posture and appearance of an exhaustively crowing rooster. Below, the audience, under the influence of alcohol, ignored the outside world and immersed themselves in the vibrating sound environment.

"Lost again, you're buying drinks~"

In a corner of the bar, several people gathered around a table with a few dice spinning in the center glass before stopping to reveal the numbers.

"You couldn't possibly be cheating with your abilities, could I? Why am I always the one drinking," complained the man who had led earlier, leaning his head against the shoulder of the girl beside him, his breath reeking of alcohol.

"How could that be, big brother? I'm only Sequence 3; I can't achieve such precise control. Besides, everyone's watching; could I possibly overturn the skies?" the lackey across him simpered with a flattering smile.

"The one who drinks the most is the real boss, you're definitely awesome for drinking so much," the man casually picked up the glass after the lackey's 'sweet talk' helped smooth things over, kissed the girl beside him, and then prepared to chug it down.

But just as he raised the glass, a hand reached out from behind, grabbed it firmly, and violently poured it down, spattering the man's face with the drink and it seeped down his neck, a mixture of coolness and soaking wetness.

Faced with such an incident, the man erupted in rage, attempting to stand up furiously, but the hand on his shoulder pressed down hard, causing him to struggle and tumble from the chair, and the table flipped over as well.

"You motherfucker!" As he got up intending to curse someone out, he turned and saw that familiar face.

"Wow, you actually dared to come back." At first, he thought it might be some untouchable expert, only to find out it was this naive kid who had just been beaten up.

Being forced to drink by such a person was a humiliation. The man, eager to regain face, rushed forward, ready to slap the other party and knock him down.

"Bang—"

It was like slapping steel, the echo that resounded, and not only did the attack fail to land properly, it also caused intense pain in the man's hand.

"You!"

His eyes wide with shock and anger, he turned to look for something else to strike with, but a kick from the other made him fracture on the spot and fall to his knees.

"You, how is this possible?" He was no ordinary person, instantly realizing something was wrong. How had the other suddenly advanced and become so strong?

Seeing their boss being bullied, the other few close by swarmed in but were quickly dealt with, ending up strewn across the ground.

The commotion in the corner and the sound of breaking glass also drew the attention of the bar's security. They wore special vests, held electric batons in their hands, and had small barrier generators strapped to their thighs, rushing over immediately.

"What the hell are you doing?!" The security recognized the regulars on the ground, usually having a good relationship, naturally looking unfavorably on this unfamiliar youngster.

To be a security guard in a bar in the Central Star Domain, one must be at least Sequence 5, otherwise, it would be hard to deter others, but they couldn't be very strong Sequence 5 Extraordinaries; after all, the pay for such a job wasn't high. If they had that talent, they would have gone to various companies and offices a long time ago.

Even the simplest job template advanced into Sequence 5, equipped with certain gear and items, with proper training can still suppress other Extraordinaries of the same rank. After all, not all professions are suited for combat. Some Transcendent Sequences are designed for professional services, such as doctors and researchers specialized in delicate operations, etc.

"When they ganged up on me just now, you guys didn't show up, and now that I've beaten them, you all come running. Really looking down on people like a dog!" This expression might not be used in quite this way, but the young man couldn't think of a better analogy at the moment, practically blurting it out subconsciously.

"What a joke, who the hell do you think you are, daring to hit people here and still having the nerve to argue back." The security didn't care about this, they wouldn't naively argue. All they wanted was to control the situation quickly, calm things down, and not affect the bar's business.

With that said, two of them charged with electric batons, ready to subdue this troublemaker.

Watching the two fully armed guards charge toward him, the boy panicked; after all, this was his first time causing a ruckus. At first, he tried to dodge, but then he was pinned down by an electric baton, the intense electricity surging through him, causing his body to spasm and nearly knocking him off his feet to the ground.

However, being a High-Order Transcendent, his physical constitution was different. After the first electric shock, his body quickly adapted, Magic Power circulating throughout his body. After some adjustments in preparation, when he was shocked again, it was merely extremely uncomfortable, but not enough to knock him out.

Seeing that the electric shock was ineffective, the guards once again increased the restriction settings on the electric batons, which were no longer just for use on ordinary people. Infused with Magic Power, the sizzling current erupted from the batons, and then the two guards, nimble as they were, charged yet again.

The moment the electric baton struck the boy, electricity coursed through him, and he felt the world go dark before a fist came crashing down, sending him flying and skidding several meters across the floor, knocking over tables and sofas behind him.

"Wow!"

"Ahh—"

The people in the bar let out a chorus of screams and cheers at the sight, finding it more thrilling than alcohol. Not only did nobody leave, but more joined the crowd to watch.

A few seconds later, the boy stood up from the scattered debris, wiping the scratches and a bit of blood from his face. Once again, he activated the Transcendent Core within his body and began to use a Secret Technique according to a special formula he had learned.

A pale silver luminescence traced over his body, and then he started to move his slightly stiff limbs. This time, after a moment of hesitation, the two guards charged at him again.

They had intended to report to the boss and wait for instructions, but the bar had already turned into a frenzied party, with everyone shouting for them to go on; if they didn't comply, the crowd threatened to trash the bar and demand refunds. So they had no choice but to proceed.

Even just a basic template from Sequence 5 offers far superior physical constitution compared to ordinary people. Once in their element, the two guards swung their electric batons vigorously, filled with Magical Power; in the dim environment, they made whooshing sounds and electric sparks crackled then harshly smashed onto the boy's head.

But all that resulted was a flash of current, causing the onlookers' feet to tingle, with no further reaction. fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"You're all dogs!" The boy wasn't articulate. His usually good upbringing made it subconscious for him not to find words that insulted others without damaging his own image.

"Did you hear that? He said you're dogs. If you don't make him submit, you really are dogs, hahaha." Those who love watching trouble always want more.

"Go on, I love watching dogs fight. This visit to the bar is well worth it." There's always someone who enjoys the ruckus.

After several hits from the electric baton, the boy was unscathed, even becoming calmer and more poised. Eventually, he grabbed the baton out of one guard's hand, held on tight, then kicked the guard away, seizing the baton from him.

He tried it out, but because he couldn't pass the fingerprint and biological verification, he couldn't make use of its function. However, holding it in his hand, he exchanged blows with the other guard, and soon he had brought the other man down again.

"See that? The kid's got skills!"

Among the audience were some with higher education, who naturally recognized the boy was using a metallic array formula. The application of this kind of Transcendent formula involves using Magic Power to temporarily harden objects, turning them into a metal-like substance, greatly improving resistance.

"However, to be able to use it on one's own body is normally impossible unless he has chosen a related Transcendent Profession during advancement."

Some formulas, unless branded into the Transcendent Core and fused with one's consciousness, are impossible to manipulate and use with high precision. And the higher the rating of the job template, the stronger the enhancement of certain formulas' applications.

Phew, is this my strength? The boy took a look at his hands and the countless audience members cheering for him, his heart filled with novelty and joy.

Meanwhile, in a corner of the bar, the man wearing a clown mask also watched the scene unfold.

"Indeed, a good seedling. Say, which number experiment is this? I remember number 1131 only showed a reaction on the third day after taking the potion." He took out his mini recorder from the side, quickly entered some data, and then took a photo of the boy from a distance.

"Keep it up, young man, I have high hopes for you."