The Grand Duke's Son Is A Heretic-Chapter 201

Everyone could feel that silence just now was just a calm before the storm and surely the next second.

The tense situation remained for a moment before everyone started to bicker and curse.

"You bastards...Let's kill him.

"Diee.."

The wild fervor of fear lasted only for a moment before everyone started to rush at him with the intention to kill which left Kael flustered.

'What the fuck?'

'Does these people don't have brains?'

'These guys are just insane. I thought myself to be the greatest mad man but these guys are the worst.'

He just demonstrated his power thinking that people will back away. Surely some did, but many still came after him. That put him in a pinch.

He could kill them easily, but if he goes all out, the entire place might be wiped out and everything would be put on his tabs.

"Damn! It seems I need to fight just to survive on the street."

Seeing Kael lost in thoughts for a moment and looking ahead, a man standing behind,decided to give it a go.

Noticing this, many people scream.

"What are you looking for, little boy?"

"Come at us.Let us show how men fight "

The man crept up silently pulling out a dagger, swinging a jagged dagger toward Kael's neck.

Kael didn't hesitate.His instincts kicked in.As Kael ducked low just in time as a glint of silver flashed behind him.

He twisted his waist and swept his leg in a full arc. His foot slammed into the man's ankle, knocking him off balance. The man fell with a grunt, crashing into a nearby table and taking two others down with him.

Plates, mugs, and bits of roasted meat flew into the air. One man screamed as hot stew spilled on his arm. Another fell backward, grabbing his nose that hit the corner of the table.

Kael, reacting quickly, jumped back and grabbed a wooden chair. With a quick spin, he smashed it over the head of the nearest man who rushed him with a meat cleaver. The wood splintered into pieces, and the man collapsed with blood dripping from his forehead.

During this, another punch.

"Damn!" Kael hissed, side-stepping another attacker, and kicked his butt brutally.

"KURGHH!"

The man hissed in pain and shot out crashing on the ground while sliding on the floor.

Three men rushed at him together. One with a broken bottle, another with an iron rod, and the third carrying a frying pan like a sword.

Kael ducked under the bottle swing and rammed his elbow into the man's ribs. A sickening crack followed. The man dropped instantly, gasping for breath. Kael grabbed the man's wrist before he fell completely and used his body as a shield against the other two.

CLANG!

The iron rod slammed into the bottle guy's back. He let out a scream before Kael shoved him forward, forcing the two attackers to crash into each other.

"You're not even fighters!" Kael shouted, frustration flaring. "You're rats with weapons!"

Someone threw a knife from the corner. Kael twisted his body sideways and felt the blade nick his shoulder. He growled and turned to see a lanky man smirking near the bar. The man had already pulled another knife, ready to throw again.

Kael grabbed a nearby tray and flung it like a disc.

THWACK!

It struck the man's hand, causing the knife to clatter. The man screamed, clutching his fingers, but Kael was already moving.

He dashed forward, leaped onto a table, and somersaulted off, landing right in front of a group trying to corner him. He drove his fist into one man's gut, then elbowed another in the jaw. The third tried to swing a chain, but Kael grabbed it mid-air, yanked it down, and slammed the man into the floor using his own weight.

Blood dripped from cuts on Kael's arms and face. His breathing had gotten heavier, but his eyes were still sharp.

"They just don't stop, huh?" he muttered, half amused, half annoyed.

One of the dancers screamed as someone crashed into the pole beside her. She ran away with the heels clicking, as the floor turned slick with beer, blood, and broken food.

Kael spun and dodged another wild punch, this time from a burly man with sharp teeth. He grabbed the man's wrist mid-punch, twisted it, and brought his knee into the man's chin with a crack. The man's eyes rolled back as he dropped like a sack.

Around him, people groaned on the floor. Others backed away slowly, seeing how fast and precise Kael moved. But a few still lingered—greedy, drunk, stupid, or all three.

Kael looked over his shoulder at Lyria, still slumped on the table, snoring quietly.

"Of all the times to pass out," he muttered.

He caught another movement from the side—a skinny woman with poisoned needles. She flicked one at him.

"Why are fighting?"Kael asked and caught it with two fingers.

"Because I want her too."

Kael's expression froze for a moment.

"This place is really one of the vilest, " he growled and threw it back.

The needle hit her shoulder. She staggered back, mouth opening, but no words came. She collapsed like a puppet cut from strings.

Another guy tried to stab him from behind with a broken mug. Kael turned swiftly, grabbed the man's face, and shoved him backward into the wall.

The wall cracked. The man slumped down, unconscious.

Suddenly, four thugs surrounded him in a semi-circle. Each one had weapons—maces, daggers, hooks.

They circled carefully this time, not rushing in blindly.

Kael grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Good," he said. "At least you're learning."

The first man lunged. Kael dodged and jabbed two fingers into his throat. The man gagged and dropped his weapon, clutching his neck.

The second came from the left. Kael bent back, let the mace swing over his face, then kicked the man's knee. A scream followed, and the man fell, clutching his leg.

The third and fourth rushed together. Kael ducked, rolled, and came up behind them. He grabbed the hook weapon from one and yanked it violently, pulling the man toward him. Then he shoved the hook into the last man's shoulder.