Stunning Edge

Chapter 100

Chapter 100-

Early autumn approached, casting a faint golden hue on the world.

Leaves danced in the breeze. It was a peaceful remote town close to the Mountain of Lost Souls. Although it was far away, it was very prosperous, because the Mountain of Lost Souls was also called Death Mountain. There were numerous magic beasts and also plenty of precious ores, but wanting to enter to get some easy money was life threatening and extremely dangerous, so many people would make preparations in this small town before entering. Some people would use up almost all their money here because no one could know if they could ever come out again, ever have the chance to enjoy life again. That’s why although it was a small town, it had everything you could think of: bars, inns, all kinds of stores. You could buy ore, magic cores, magic beast furs and bodies.

It was a very chaotic place.

“I told you to lick it till it’s clean, do you understand?” A vulgar voice sounded from within the bar.

It was followed by a peal of coarse laughter.

The bar was filled and had no empty seats. Sitting in the middle next to a table was a scar faced man pointing at his thigh, bellowing at a waitress who was about to start crying. The scar faced man’s thigh was soaked with wine all the way to the groin area.

The waitress was on the verge of crying. She knew that she had run into trouble now. It was the scary looking man who had purposely knocked into her in the first place so that his pants had been soaked and now he was saying such filthy words. Lick where?!

“You slut, you can’t understand me? You make my pants wet, now I’m all sticky with wine, how annoying. Start licking now!” The scar faced man started hollering again. He even reached out and pulled the waitress’s hand.

Vulgar laughter chorused throughout the whole bar, but no one helped. Instead, they were all waiting to see a good show. The owner of the barshop clenched his teeth, wanting to stand up for the waitress and protect her, but seeing the scar-faced person’s warning expression, he started to hesitate. The people there were all unordinary, not someone he, such an insignificant person, could resist against. The other server, a man, wasn’t there. If he was there, then the situation wouldn’t have been so out of hand.

“I, I didn’t mean it, customer…” the waitress sobbed feebly, looking pleadingly at her boss, the owner.

“F*ck, you slut…” But then, when he hadn’t finished speaking, a cold light flashed past, followed by a streak of blood in mid air.

“Ah…..” The waitress’s shriek nearly blew off the rooftop, because currently, the hand that was holding onto her had already left its owner! The hand just held onto her palm limply.

The scar-faced man was staring vacantly at the splash of fresh blood in the air, when suddenly, a flash of pain brought him back to his senses! His hand had been cut off!

A howl immediately covered up the waitress’s shriek. The man stared with bulging eyes at a young man who walked coldly past him. The young man strode indifferently to the bar’s counter and sat down quietly. “Owner, get me some sweet wine.”

The owner was afraid to even breathe out loud and immediately went to pour the sweet wine. He had seen everything that had just happened very clearly! It was this young man who had cut off the scar-faced man’s hand with one slash of his sword!

The bar went deathly silent. Everybody froze at the same time. They all stared, dumbstruck, at the young man who had suddenly appeared.

“You bastard! Ah! You actually dare to chop off my hand! Ah… I’ll kill you!” The scar faced man hysterical howl sounded once more in the room, bringing everybody who had been staring blankly back to their senses. The young man sitting at the counter didn’t turn around, didn’t even blink. Instead, he sat there emotionlessly and gracefully sipped the sweet wine that the owner had brought. The scar faced man stood up abruptly, about to dash over to the young man sitting at the counter, but just as he took a few steps forward, a dagger flew, accurately stabbing his foot, sticking him in place. Everybody’s ears were pierced, the mournful cry truly painfully loud.