Chapter 17: Iron Fist Big Guy
The Panthers' tavern mainly serves regular customers.
Most of the guests are neighbors and they won’t be so rude.
Occasionally, travelers from the dock would come and mistake Kelly, the young hostess, for a hostess and try to make advances on her.
"You stinky bitch! Do you think you are so noble that you can't be touched?"
The drunk's curses became more and more unpleasant.
"If you don't kneel down and apologize to me today, believe it or not, I will tear down this store?!"
"Have you had enough of the trouble?"
Kelly couldn't stand it anymore.
"My family doesn't welcome uneducated people like you! Get out of here!"
The drunk man suddenly stood up, grinning and pulling out a dagger.
"You little bitch, you want to chase me away? Come here and try!"
"Ha! A knife for courage? You are a real hero!"
Kelly sneered, rolled up her sleeves, and was about to go forward to chase them away.
Bang!
A broad, strong hand pressed on her shoulder.
Kelly turned around and saw her brother's handsome and calm face.
"Sister, let me do it."
Alan took two steps forward and blocked his sister and father behind him.
The drunkard looked at him sideways, held the dagger in front of him in a pretentious manner, and flicked it with his fingers.
The dagger clanked, it was made of good steel.
"Hey hey... kid, I might as well make my point clear."
“This knife of mine… hehehe!”
"Not only is it extremely sharp, it can cut through iron like mud!"
"And it's a drama about bloodshed—"
Before the drunkard could finish his words, he saw a flash before his eyes and Alan's figure disappeared from his sight.
Next second.
Alan appeared from behind him like a ghost.
“Ah?! You—”
The drunk was startled, and all the alcohol turned into cold sweat.
Before he could turn around, a big hand as strong as an iron clamp had already firmly grasped his right hand.
Forcing him to point the dagger at himself.
The blade moved closer and closer to the throat.
“But… Damn it!”
The drunk was furious. He held the knife in both hands and struggled hard, but he couldn't shake the boy's hands.
"Don't make a big deal out of it!" Dad quickly warned his son.
Alan nodded slightly and suddenly exerted force on his hands.
Forcing the drunk to twist the dagger and cut it across his lips.
“Wow!!”
The drunk screamed.
The blood-stained lips looked particularly scary.
In fact, it just cut a little bit of the skin.
"Friend, what did you say was painted on the dagger?"
Alan let go of the drunk and asked with a polite smile.
“Nothing…Nothing…”
The drunk was so scared that he dropped the dagger, covered his mouth, and crawled out of the tavern.
Allen picked up the dagger and said to the people watching the excitement: "It's okay, go away."
The guests returned to their seats and continued to eat and drink, sighing.
Alan is only twelve or thirteen years old, but he is already stronger than a calf and is very decisive when fighting.
"Nice knife, I'll take it, and I'll consider it as the wine money for that guest just now."
Alan played with the dagger and said to his father and sister.
"This dagger...is it coated with poison?" the father asked his son worriedly.
Alan shook his head and smiled, comforting his father to relax.
"That guy was just trying to scare Kelly."
If the dagger was really poisoned, the "Taotie System" would have given a warning long ago.
Of course, not now.
It doesn’t mean there won’t be one in the future.
Alan is currently studying toxicology with his aunt, the principal.
As far as he knew, there were several plants in the glass garden that could be used to extract toxins suitable for use on swords.
He didn't mind using this dagger to practice his poison-tempering skills.
After resolving a minor problem, Alan returned to his bedroom on the second floor and began today's meditation session.
Meditation world.
Jungle valley.
The roar of a wild beast.
The ogre's roar.
Echoing in the valley.
The gurgling stream has been blocked by the corpses of wild boars lying all over the place.
Blood-red ripples appeared on the water surface.
Three adult ogres and seven young ogres formed a hunting team.
The leader of the team is a shirtless, tall, fat male ogre.
From the top of the head to the bare feet, it is over three meters high.
The waist circumference is also three meters!
The naked chest is covered with scars.
Almost completely covering the dark blue skull tattoo.
He was wearing only a pair of roughly made animal-hide shorts.
A handmade leather belt was tied around her waist.
The plump belly was cut in half.
Her long brown hair was tied into a high ponytail, fluttering in the wind.
His big round face was tense, his chin was hard, and his mouth was tightly pursed.
Although the eyes are small, they are very bright.
His calm eyes revealed a domineering aura that was intimidating without being angry!
This is a young and strong male ogre.
Nicknamed "Iron Fist Big Guy".
This is Allen’s new identity in the meditation world.
In fact, in the original memory of the ancestors.
"Big Guy" is just a simple-minded idiot with strong limbs, and he doesn't have such a domineering title as "Iron Fist".
After Alan merged with the ancestral spirit of "Big Guy", he changed this guy's style of doing stupid things all day long, and made a name for himself in the clan with thunderous means, and intimidated the demons!
With a pair of iron fists, he established his current position.
A status that the original “big guy” couldn’t even dream of!
Alan, as a male ogre, replaced his mother and became the new leader of the Valley Ogre Clan.
When a new official takes office, he must establish his authority.
Alan pointed his killing stick at the herd of wild boars in the valley area.
He has already spoken.
Within three days, the head of "Iron Fang", the enemy who killed his mother, will be hung outside the door of his cave!
The king of the valley boars, "Iron Tusk", is a so-called "ferocious boar".
This monster is a living mountain of flesh!
Compared with this wild boar, an ordinary wild boar is more than ten times bigger!
Including Alan's mother, no less than ten adult ogres have died tragically under the fangs of the Pig King.
When spring comes, flowers bloom and the earth revives.
Today is a good day.
It's time to put an end to the reign of "Iron Fang"!
Alan mobilized all the adult compatriots in the clan, and attacked from four directions through clever deployment of troops.
After two days of bloody fighting, most of the wild boars had been driven out of the valley.
Now only "Iron Fang" is left, with the last small group of wild boars, hiding here and fighting stubbornly.
Allen asked his compatriots to guard outside the valley.
He picked out two female ogres with the brightest minds from among his nine mates, plus their seven newly weaned children, to follow him in this hunting operation.
Two female ogres, each carrying a large mace.
In addition to the animal skin shorts, he also wore leather armor stolen from human adventurers.
The leather armor doesn't fit the right size and the buttons can't be fastened.
The female ogre could only use a hemp rope to tie up a pair of breasts that were almost bursting through their leather armor and were larger than a ripe watermelon.
Both pairs of eyes were fixed on the husbands whom they deeply adored, full of concern.
The rest of the wild boars had been killed by them and their children.
The enemy is left with only one "iron fang".
Obviously, the whole family can rush over and beat up the pig king.
But their proud husbands refused.
Claimed to challenge the Pig King alone!
Both sisters felt that this behavior was courageous but not very smart.
