The Heir Of The Thunder God

6. Astonishing

Everyone inside the noodle shop was stunned by Oscar's words.

They all felt that he was being far too reckless.

One against ten?

How could he possibly win?

The shock on their faces slowly turned into pity.

It was obvious that Oscar would lose and be beaten to death by such a large group of thugs.

Truthfully, Oscar had his own doubts.

He had never studied martial arts.

But after having his dignity trampled on over and over again, he no longer cared—even if it cost him his life.

Besides, he had no one left in this world anymore.

"Fine. You asked for this. Don't blame us when your soul leaves your body in a few minutes!"

The gang burst into laughter again.

Mocking Oscar for willingly offering up his own life.

Oscar merely smiled faintly and gritted his teeth.

Mr. Teguh wanted to step forward and find another solution, but Oscar raised a hand to stop him.

The middle-aged man was so worried that he nearly collapsed.

His face had turned pale, and his body swayed unsteadily.

Fortunately, several employees were nearby and quickly helped him move away from the confrontation.

The fight began.

One of the thugs crooked his index finger.

Inviting Oscar to make the first move.

He clearly didn't take Oscar seriously.

Oscar simply complied.

Without another word, he stepped forward and raised his fist.

His target was the thug's chin.

Bang!

Everyone was shocked.

At first, they thought Oscar's punch would miss because his opponent had moved to dodge it.

Instead, the thug's body was sent flying backward.

The entire exchange happened in the blink of an eye.

Blood immediately poured from the man's nose.

Even Oscar was stunned.

Since when had he possessed this kind of strength?

He had felt slow and clumsy.

Yet somehow, everything had changed.

"You bastard! How dare you hurt my friend!"

The man who shouted appeared to be the leader of the gang.

His face was vicious and cruel.

His eyes blazed with murderous fury.

Without hesitation, he charged forward and swung a powerful punch straight at Oscar's head.

Every face in the restaurant tensed.

The atmosphere became suffocating.

If that punch landed cleanly, Oscar's skull would surely be shattered.

Oscar focused.

Then instinct took over.

He raised his left arm to block the incoming strike and immediately drove his right fist into the man's chest.

Crack!

Bang!

"Aaaargh!"

Everyone's eyes widened.

Oscar's movements were astonishingly fast and deadly.

A single block was enough to break his opponent's arm.

The punch to the chest launched the gang leader backward across several chairs before he crashed into a table, smashing it into pieces.

Amazing.

The pity in everyone's eyes vanished.

It was replaced by pure amazement.

Now they eagerly waited to see what incredible thing would happen next.

Oscar glanced at his right fist and left arm.

He couldn't understand why neither of them hurt.

Not even a little.

Had his fists and arms somehow turned into steel?

Or was something supernatural happening?

'Are these really my hands?'

Oscar could hardly believe it.

"Attack!"

Before he could continue marveling at his newfound strength, a furious shout echoed through the restaurant.

In an instant, seven opponents surrounded him.

Each one had drawn a weapon.

Oscar swallowed hard.

He hadn't expected them to attack simultaneously.

How was he supposed to fight seven armed men at once?

The spectators' eyes widened once again.

Everyone held their breath.

The situation looked grim.

This time, Oscar seemed certain to be hacked apart.

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Meanwhile, among the countless anxious faces watching the battle, a pair of eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses narrowed sharply.

The beautiful woman remained motionless.

She looked irritated.

Yet intrigued.

Her hands clenched into tight fists, her long nails nearly piercing her pale skin.

Without realizing it, a frustrated sigh escaped her crimson lips.

"What a lunatic. Who does something like this? Is he really going to throw his life away?"

The woman sounded genuinely troubled.

Apparently, Oscar's handsome appearance made her reluctant to watch such a fine specimen get buried today.

Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do.

At that critical moment, Oscar focused his mind completely.

The savage assault began.

The seven men attacked at once.

Knife after knife flashed toward him.

Every blade was aimed directly at his body.

The thugs moved quickly, targeting him from every direction.

After all, two of their men had already suffered broken bones and nearly lost their lives because of Oscar.

That was why they had chosen to attack together.

This had always been their most effective tactic.

When they combined their strength in a wild group assault, they believed that not even demons could stand against them.

Suddenly, Oscar noticed something strange.

His hearing had become extraordinarily sharp.

He could hear every movement.

Feel every shift in the air.

Sense every attack regardless of where it came from.

As the knife tips neared his chest and back, Oscar dropped low with lightning speed.

His stance became incredibly stable.

The blades missed completely.

Instead, the seven thugs stared in disbelief.

Their eyes nearly popped out of their heads.

Oscar's legs moved as one.

His left foot anchored him firmly to the ground.

At the same time, his right leg spun outward in a sweeping kick.

The powerful rotation struck the legs of every attacker surrounding him.

The result was immediate.

All seven men were sent flying in different directions.

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