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Edric's fingers groped around the floor, finally finding a cylindrical object - the handle of a damaged wooden chair. He tightly grasped the sharp wooden stick, the only weapon he could find for self-defense. The tip of the stick was sharp enough, and its thickness gave it some hardness and weight. His heart was filled with anxiety and tension, but he also knew that this might be his only chance to escape the predicament.
He quietly adjusted his breathing, trying to keep himself calm. Every movement he made was extremely cautious, fearing being discovered by Da Shan. His palms were slightly sweaty, but he held the stick tightly, allowing the sweat to seep into the wood.
Da Shan continued to be arrogant in the crowd, completely unaware of Edric's actions. His laughter remained rough and mocking, but to Edric, it sounded more like a call for opportunity. He knew that once Da Shan turned around, he had to act immediately, or he might never find such a chance again.
At that moment, Da Shan suddenly burst into laughter, his laughter echoing like a demon in the quiet bar, shaking the hearts of everyone present. His mocking gaze swept over the onlookers in the crowd, exuding confidence and arrogance. He crouched down, revealing a sinister smile, getting close to Edric's face. He wanted to hear the nobleman's pleas and begging, as it would be proof of his victory and the pleasure of his triumph.
Edric's face grew even paler, but his eyes still held firmness and resilience. His lips trembled slightly, as if struggling to say something. Every effort he made showed his inner strength and unwillingness to yield.
Da Shan's laughter became more unrestrained, thinking he had completely controlled the situation. He enjoyed the feeling of teasing and insulting Edric. He taunted Edric, wanting to hear him beg for mercy, which would be the pinnacle of his triumph. He winked at the onlookers, showing off his "achievement."
However, Edric did not give up. When his lips finally approached Da Shan again, he squeezed out a few words, his voice barely audible but full of determination: "You're finished."
Before Da Shan could react, Edric suddenly gathered all his strength and aimed the tip of the wooden stick at Da Shan's throat. His movements were fast and precise, to the point that before Da Shan even realized it, the tip of the stick had already pierced Da Shan's throat.
The Da Shan's face changed color in an instant, and the unprecedented fear and pain almost drove him to madness. His hands frantically reached for the stick lodged in his throat, but he couldn't pull it out. He felt his breath becoming difficult, and as he looked into Edric's eyes, filled with determination, he suddenly realized that he had lost this confrontation.
Da Shan's voice became hoarse and low, he wanted to scream, but the pain in his throat made it almost impossible to make a sound. His body began to tremble, and finally, under Edric's cold gaze, he slowly fell to the ground. Blood flowed from his neck, staining his clothes and the ground.
Da Shan was filled with shock and disbelief in his eyes. He fell to the ground, pressing tightly on the wound in his neck, trying to stop the blood loss, but the blood continued to flow steadily through his fingers. His face turned from red to white, the light in his eyes gradually fading, and a gurgling sound came from his throat, as if he wanted to say something, but only blood bubbles emerged from his mouth, and there was no sound.
Edric exerted all his strength and staggered to his feet. His body was so weak that it could hardly support him, but there was a determined and unyielding light in his eyes. He breathed rapidly, each breath causing a tearing pain, but a victorious smile appeared on his face.
He looked at the dying Da Shan struggling on the floor, then glanced at the dumbfounded crowd around him. He slowly raised his middle finger, showing a contemptuous smile. Though his voice was weak, it was full of scorn and mockery: "Nobles are not so easily killed, fat man!"
With that, Edric turned and walked towards the door of the bar. With each step, his body seemed to be on the verge of collapsing, but he gritted his teeth and persevered. He knew that at this moment, he was not only showing his personal determination, but also the honor and resilience of his family. He would not allow himself to fall here; he wanted everyone to know that the blood of the House of Heraldry carried an inviolable dignity and courage.
Edric walked to the entrance of the bar, the sky outside still overcast with continuous rain. The fine drizzle fell intermittently, as if trying to envelop the whole world in a cold and sorrowful atmosphere. The moon was obscured by heavy dark clouds, and occasional thunder rumbled in the sky, as if warning of an impending danger. Each thunderclap seemed to shake Edric's soul, making his mood even heavier.
Edric leaned weakly against the door frame, feeling as if his body had been drained, every cell crying out in pain. His breathing was difficult, and a hoarse cough emanated from his throat. Each cough brought fresh blood from the corner of his mouth, dripping onto the rain-soaked soil. He struggled to take a few breaths, trying to keep himself alert, but each breath felt like a dagger cutting through his throat, causing him excruciating pain.
Suddenly, a cry rang out in the bar. Edric turned around with difficulty, and the sight before him made his heart tighten. The bloodied Da Shan was slowly rising from the floor. His eyes were filled with madness and murderous intent as he looked at Edric, as if he wanted to pour all his resentment and pain onto him. Da Shan's expression was full of rage and resentment, as if he had never suffered such insult and blow.
Da Shan's body was covered in blood, but he seemed to feel no pain at all. He slowly walked towards Edric, each step causing the floor to tremble, creating an atmosphere of fear for everyone present. He still held the wooden stick that had pierced his neck, and blood dripped from it, slowly seeping into the floorboards. There was no longer any expression on his face, only a cold mix of rage and murderous intent. Each step he took inspired fear, and every glance brought a sense of the approaching shadow of death.
The onlookers crowd retreated to the side, watching in horror as Da Shan almost lost control. They knew just how terrifying this enraged giant could be.
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