One punch!

The strong arm of an adult collided with the fist of a teenager.

And the party who broke his arm and retreated was actually the adult, which made many people in the tavern dumbfounded.

Simon was unforgiving, and then lunged on and punched the man in the face.

With the crisp sound of a punch to the flesh, the man only felt dizzy and fell limply.

At this time, there were five people left, and a man attacked Simon in front of him, and Simon dodged with his body lightly.

A man behind him threw himself down and hugged Simon all of a sudden, his hands clasped tightly, ready to use his own weight to restrain Simon's movements.

Simon grabbed his arm with both hands, then bent down and threw forward, and the man who was a head taller than him was flipped over by him and fell to the ground.

Simon first punched the man in the face, which made him dizzy, and then picked up his fist and punched the man in the lower abdomen, and in just a few seconds, the man curled up in a ball, retching constantly.

In just a dozen seconds, there were still four mercenaries left on Paul's side.

Simon didn't stop and continued to look for new targets, and this fight was all about having a good time.

There were two men in front of him, but at this moment, when they saw Simon's brave state, they didn't dare to make a move easily.

But if they don't make a move, it doesn't mean that Simon doesn't do it.

Simon instantly wanted the two of them to attack, and the quick fists and the violent power made it difficult for the two men to resist.

Both hands and fists came out at the same time, the two of them put their hands on their heads, and they were still overturned by the huge force, and the two of them leaned back and smashed on a wine table on the side, for a while, they were in a mess.

The person at the table was still drinking, and this person turned over in an instant, and he didn't have time to react.

Simon stepped forward a few steps, picked up the man's shirt with his right hand, and lifted it up.

Simon lifted the man who was a head taller than him, and then punched him on the head a few times, the man was still screaming and scolding at first, punching him in the face, and then he had no strength to speak, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, he shrugged his head, and was in a semi-comatose state.

And the other person Saimen also did the same, and after picking up a few punches and knocking him unconscious, he let go of his hand and let the opposite side collapse softly and then to the ground.

While Simon finished solving the three, Meloti also hit one person, and the other person was still fighting with her.

Simon walked over in a few steps, grabbed the man's hair, and then held it in the corner of the wall, and slammed it against the wall, and the man's eyes suddenly turned white and he fell to the ground.

Paul was the only one left with a group of eight.

Paul looked at the menacing Simon, his pupils narrowed, and when he first came in, he looked all around, surrounded by mercenary witchers, all of them sturdy adult men.

Only the table of Simon, an old man, a stupid big man, and two teenagers and girls, looked weak.

He was also a bully who was a good bully, but he didn't expect to kick the iron plate this time.

This boy was more terrifying than the seasoned mercenaries he had ever seen.

"This makes some sense, little brother, we are all civilized people. Paul was a little flustered.

His brothers were all on the ground at the moment, either unconscious or still moaning in pain.

Paul was about to say more, and he felt a flash in front of him.

The young man's figure flashed, and he came to him in an instant.

Then, a hard fist appeared in sight, which grew larger and larger, slowly taking over all the vision.

There was a sharp pain, numb to the point of pain, and Paul felt some warm liquid running from the corners of his nose and mouth.

Immediately afterward, there was another sharp pain in his lower abdomen, and he couldn't help but bend his body.

Before Paul could feel any more pain, he felt a lightness and his whole body was lifted by Simon's shoulder.

Paul panicked and cried out, "What are you going to do?"

"What to do?" Simon sneered, "This is just a lesson for you, of course we follow the rules of the tavern in Oak Town, I won the compensation for the loss of tables and chairs, and then throw you idiots out the door, don't bother us to drink again." ”

Simon came to the door and threw Paul, who was on his shoulder, out of the door, and Paul's body rolled in the snow a few times with inertia before stopping, and after a while, he struggled to stand up, and his face and lower abdomen were still aching.

Then Paul saw his companions being thrown out by Simon one by one.

Those half-unconscious companions were still outside, and they also woke up one after another when they received a stimulus from the ice and snow.

Paul and the others stood up from each other's miserable feet, looked at each other, shook their heads, and walked away.

Simon returned to the tavern, and the rest of the tavern cheered even louder.

"Look, our little god of war is back. ”

"This kid is really powerful, that punch just now is a bit of the style I had when I was younger. ”

"Where is the little brother, and are you interested in joining our Grizzly Bear Mercenary Regiment. ”

"It's a beautiful fight, I just like to come to the Oak Tavern to watch people fight, it's so cool, it's worth having an extra drink. ”

Simon walked to the bar and said to the hotel owner, who was still busy: "Boss, according to the rules of the oak bar, how much is the compensation for those who win." ”

"Little brother, your skills are really powerful, it seems that you have a lot of experience in fighting and brawling before. A silver coin. "The boss is a tall middle-aged man with a serious face.

His name was Colin, and he was a mercenary when he was younger, and later opened this tavern here, and he opened it for twenty years, and he never worked as a mercenary again.

He has seen countless people fighting here, and he has seen a lot of fights, but it is indeed the first time he has seen someone who can fight so young.

"From a small fight to now, it's just a lot of experience. Simon laughed, then pulled out a silver coin and handed it to Colin.

"Awesome boy, I only need a silver coin, and I can give you a pot of wine, which can be regarded as a compliment for your victory. Colin laughed, then handed Simon a flask.

"Your wine is good, thank you. Simon was not hypocritical, and took it.

Simon then returned to his corner seat, and the previous fight did not affect the dishes on the seats.

Simon, Meloti, Moore, and Vic re-seated, drank wine with a hint of sweetness, and chatted casually.

Simon found that it had been a year since he came to this world, and he had become more and more accustomed to this kind of life, drinking happily, eating meat happily, chatting happily, fighting happily, and killing happily.

The civilized world of another world is getting farther and farther away from oneself, and in this fantasy world based on strength, live a chic and comfortable life.