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Amidst the enthusiastic cheers and applause, Edric felt an unprecedented excitement and satisfaction. His heart was filled with a passionate fire, and every cheer seemed to inject more hot blood into his veins. He raised his hands high, displaying the joy of victory without reservation in front of everyone. His eyes sparkled with the light of confidence and courage, and he felt an unprecedented sense of respect and admiration.
Meanwhile, in a corner of the tavern, the gang leaders were busy collecting money from the gamblers. Some people had satisfied smiles on their faces, obviously having won the gamble, while others glared angrily, clearly having lost a lot of money. Whether joy or anger, it couldn't hide the admiration and respect for Edric in people's eyes.
Suddenly, the farmer's friend staggered to his feet. His eyes were filled with unwillingness and determination, clearly not wanting to give up like this. He struggled to straighten his back, trying hard to maintain balance and attempting to challenge Edric again. The crowd's cheers rose again, shouting for Edric to finish him off.
Edric smiled slightly, knowing that his opponent in front of him had little strength left, but he still didn't intend to let him escape. He gently touched his hands, then suddenly shortened his stride and viciously kicked the man in the stomach.
The person's body instantly recoiled under the force of this kick, emitting a muffled groan from his mouth. He struggled to maintain his stance, but his body was completely out of his control.
Amid the eager anticipation of the crowd, Edric decisively seized the opportunity of his opponent's imbalance and swiftly took action. He agilely turned his back to the opponent, closely following the opponent's movements, quickly shortening the distance between them. His movements were extremely swift and ruthless, leaving the opponent no chance to react.
He quickly reached out with both hands, tightly grabbing his opponent's neck. His palms were strong and powerful, firmly holding the opponent's head like iron, leaving no possibility for the opponent to break free. His eyes were cold and resolute, showing no hesitation or mercy.
Then, he gently bent his knees, allowing his body to sink slightly. Suddenly, he exerted force, fiercely pressing his opponent's throat towards his shoulder. The strength and speed of this move were extremely fierce, completely beyond the opponent's expectations.
The opponent's body cut a sharp arc in the air and then fell heavily to the ground. The instant pain distorted his face, making it difficult to breathe. He struggled to get up, but his body had completely lost its strength and could only lie on the ground weakly.
With Edric's outstanding performance, the atmosphere in the bar reached a new climax. Cheers and shouts from the crowd continued to sound, and everyone's expressions were filled with passion and excitement. In this thrilling moment, Edric also felt an unprecedented excitement and confidence.
However, at this moment, a figure hurriedly passed through the crowd and headed straight for Edric. He looked somewhat flustered, and his expression was very serious. Edric recognized him at a glance as one of the friends of the farmer from earlier. The man was breathing heavily, clearly having just run a long distance. His face was covered in sweat and anxiety, looking very disheveled.
He walked directly up to Edric and gasped, "You're finished. Did you think you could mess with our people and we wouldn't fight back?" His voice was filled with warning and resentment, and his eyes were almost shooting out flames of anger.
Edric frowned tightly, knowing that things could get really bad. A moment of unease flickered through his heart, but he quickly suppressed the emotion. He looked calmly at the person, not responding immediately.
The surrounding crowd also sensed the seriousness of the situation, and the noisy voices gradually quieted down. They watched the scene vigilantly, unsure of what would happen next.
As the noisy chatter inside the bar gradually subsided, an unusual silence gradually enveloped the entire space. Everyone's breathing seemed to become distinctly audible, as if time had been stretched in this moment, and every second became unbearably long.
Suddenly, the heavy footsteps from outside faintly reached our ears, each step sounding like a powerful drumbeat, echoing in everyone's hearts. The rhythmic, heavy footsteps couldn't help but bring to mind the pounding of war drums, heralding the approach of a presence that could not be ignored.
The farmer's friend's face revealed a sinister smile, and a cunning glint flashed in his eyes. His laughter was like a hidden blade in the darkness, appearing cold and terrifying. He seemed to have foreseen the fate that awaited Edric, a scene he had long anticipated.
He gasped, showing a smug smile, and taunted, "Looks like our big brother is going to teach you a lesson, you noble dog, Edric!" His voice was filled with malice and anticipation, clearly wanting to see Edric submit before their "big brother."
Edric was a little nervous, but his facial expression remained calm, with a hint of determination in his eyes. He didn't want the other person to see his fear.
He tried to control his breathing, to keep himself calm. His hands were slightly clenched, ready to face the impending threat. His gaze was firm, like that of a warrior, prepared to meet an unknown challenge.
The heavy footsteps grew closer and closer, each step increasing the sense of oppression. As the colossal figure was about to appear at the entrance of the bar, everyone's heart was in their throat, a mixture of anticipation and fear creating a strange tension in the air.
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