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Chapter 257 Fake Monk Beatdown

The two thieves were completely taken aback and at a loss for words. They couldn\'t believe their ears.

"He\'s... evil! Damn it! What a cruel motherfucker!" One exclaimed in frustration, defeated in posture.

"I can\'t believe it\'s all over... my life..." The other kid wasn\'t so expressive. He was in a daze of shock, slowly speaking with a quiet tone.

A smirk appeared on Lyrian\'s face as he walked towards the thieves, who prepared themselves to fight. Now, they had no other choice but to try and beat Lyrian in battle. It was quite literally the life or death of their livelihoods.

Now, did Lyrian really believe the words he said to them? No, he didn\'t fully. Although he did want to beat them up, it wasn\'t purely for that reason. The real reason was to punish them. When they stole the salaries of poor civilizations, did they consider their livelihoods? Their children? Their lives? Their families, communities? No, they didn\'t. They were blinded by greed and took what they deemed ripe for the taking without any consideration.

\'It\'s only fair to those civilians, that I give payback to these three. I can\'t give them their money back, but even if not for them, it will give me satisfaction knowing that these fools got what they deserve.\' Lyrian thought to himself.

And the only reason he didn\'t tell them this true reason was to simply make them suffer even more. Knowing that their pain came from a crazed maniac, similar to how they were perceived by their past victims, would bring them much more suffering than knowing that it was only a punishment for their actions.

There was always more fear, danger, and despair in mystery. This remained true in all aspects of life. At least, that\'s what Lyrian believed.

"Arrgh! Fuck you, you bastaaaard!!" One of the boys yelled, running forward with a dagger in his hand.

He swung at Lyrian, as Lyrian swiftly ducked to the side and grabbed the incoming hand holding the dagger. He rotated his palm to the right forcefully, discolating the boy\'s elbow.

"AGGHH!!" The boy screamed in pain as tears quickly gathered up in his eyes. He fell to the floor with wide eyes, grasping his hand as he squirmed around on the floor.

The other kid saw this and stopped. He gazed at Lyrian for a split second, before turning around and making a run for it. He made it out of the alley and quickly turned to the left, disappearing from sight.

"How annoying... I can\'t be having a wild goose chase right now... I have somewhere to be." He said in an irritated tone as he prepared to dash forward.

Just then, he felt a hand wrap around his neck, stopping him from moving forward. It was the first Buddhist monk kid that Lyrian had kicked.

"F--fuck you." He quietly said out of his bloody lips which were curled up to make a grin, as Lyrian suddenly felt a sharp object pierce through the skin of his back.

His eyes instantly widened as he quickly concentrated his Enhance skill on the cut point. The boy\'s dagger suddenly ceased to move, as the fake monk\'s grin disappeared once again.

"Damn it!" He yelled. "Palm arts; Invigoration!" He yelled, as his body appeared to grow in muscle size slightly out of nowhere.

As soon as Lyrian heard this, he concentrated even more mana on the spot where he felt the blade slightly puncture through his top layer of skin.

"What!? How is this possi--" The boy was swiftly cut off, as Lyrian grabbed his neck and lifted him up in the air, dagger and all. With force, he slammed him into the ground, similar to how he finished off the Wooden Bull.

The boy\'s eyes rolled back into his head as all the air in his lungs was driven out. He passed out immediately. Lyrian then dashed forward, determined to catch up with the kid who escaped.

The crowd stopped and looked at him with confusion as he swiftly blitzed past them, in awe of his abilities. He darted past the crowd at extreme speeds, quickly catching up with a robed kid not too far ahead.

The kid seemed to notice Lyrian. He turned his head to look behind him, as a horrified expression eclipsed his face. The boy he was running from had appeared right behind him.

With a serious expression, Lyrian grabbed onto the back of the fake monk\'s head and drove it to the ground using the momentum of his run. The encounter was finished an in instant, as the boy\'s nose was crunched and a pool of blood slowly began to form around his head. He was also knocked fully unconscious.

Several passersby paused and looked in astonishment at what just happened, their eyes all landing on Lyrian with furrowed brows of shock. A circle automatically formed around the scene, as Lyrian looked at the people around him.

He was just about to speak when a man suddenly began to... clap? Another joined in as well, and the applause slowly built up.

Finally, a man exclaimed with joy, "Hell yeah! I was dying to live a day where I could see those bastards get what they deserved for how they terrorized us!"

And with this, the crowd burst into applause and cheer. Lyrian laughed in surprise himself, not at all expecting this outcome.

\'Well then... I think my job is done,\' He mused, looking at the boy on the floor, \'Time to go do what I\'ve been trying to do for what feels like eons by now...\'

Lyrian quickly dashed forward, entering the crowd before everyone\'s gazes could follow him, and soon disappearing into the distance.

At that moment a middle-aged man ran into the small circle, seemingly panting. He glanced at the unconscious boy on the floor, and then looked around. "Where! Where did that boy go!?" He exclaimed.

"He just left... he was way too quick to see." A person replied.

"Damn it! I just missed him! Tell me, what did he look like? I must thank him!"