Chapter 394 - Are You Challenging Me?

Chapter 394: Are You Challenging Me?

“Who’s that?”

The commotion nearby immediately died down as everyone turned to look in Mag’s direction. There, they discovered a tall and thin young man pushing some sort of strange two-wheeled cart, with one foot stepping firmly on the burly underling’s hand, crushing it into the black stone fragments below.

The burly man who was kneeling on the ground, and howling like a pig about to be slaughtered, created a stark contrast with the calm young man. He appeared to be just an ordinary man, so how was he able to render the burly underling completely unable to defend himself?

_It’s Amy and her father! _Jessica also saw who it was, and elation welled upon in her heart. However, that elation was then quickly replaced by concern as she thought, No! They shouldn’t be here! These bad people are going to hurt them as well; what should I do…

Rebecca was already in complete despair, and was preparing to kill Jessica before killing herself when she also caught sight of the new arrivals. She didn’t know who the young man was, but she immediately recognized Amy, and she hurriedly yelled, “Leave us, and get out of here! They’re all bad people!”

The nearby onlookers were still spectating with numb expressions as if nothing could evoke an emotional response within them.

“Who are you?” Warrick lifted his foot from Rebecca’s shoulder as he sized up Mag with narrowed eyes.

His underlings also strode toward Mag with sinister expressions; some of them had even drawn the sabers on their waists. They didn’t know who Mag was, but he was alone, and didn’t appear very powerful, so they were confident that they would be able to take care of him.

Mag looked at Rebecca, who was sprawled on the ground, and Jessica, whose chin was being squeezed in Warrick’s hand, and he heaved a sigh of relief upon seeing no apparent injuries on their bodies. He then looked up at Warrick, and his grip tightened around the handlebars of his bicycle as a hint of killing intent appeared in his eyes.

He was a pedophile who was extorting a widow, and trying to abduct her daughter.

Someone like him deserved to die!

“Release Jessica at once, you bad man! Otherwise, I’ll teach you a lesson! I, Amy, am super powerful!” Amy stood up on her little seat, and pointed at Warrick with an enraged expression.

“Oh, we’ve got another little beauty here. Looks like my luck is quite good today; I’ll be able to enjoy two little beauties tonight. It’s a pity that she’s a little too young, but whatever, I’ll just keep her for a couple of years.” Warrick turned to look at Amy, upon which his eyes lit up as he licked his lips.

“Boss, we’ll capture her for you!” His underlings roared with laughter as they surrounded Mag.

“Amy, sit tight and be a good girl now. Father will take care of them.” Mag parked his bicycle before stroking Amy’s little head.

“Alright, I’ll be cheering you on, Father! You have to beat these bad people and save Jessica!” Amy was already preparing to unleash her fireball magic, but she immediately sat back down obediently, and nodded with anticipation in her eyes.

Mag nodded, raising the foot that was weighing down firmly on the burly man’s hand, and kicking him viciously in the face.

The kick landed like a sledgehammer blow, completely twisting his flabby face, and sending his massive body of over 100 kg flying through the air before crashing into the oncoming underlings.

Five people were knocked to the ground amid the sound of cracking bones at once.

The cocky underlings, who’d been boasting about capturing Amy just a moment ago, weren’t even able to stand up now, and all of them had suffered broken bones as they howled in agony.

“Wow! Father is so strong!!!” Amy clapped her little hands together with joy. Ugly Duckling had finally recovered somewhat from its bike sickness, and it raised its head to take a glance at what was happening before its head drooped again as if it couldn’t develop an interest in anything.

_Amy’s father is super powerful. _Jessica was initially quite concerned, but her eyes immediately widened with incredulity and reverence.

“So… strong.” Rebecca looked at all of the burly men who had been felled by Mag, and her concern for Mag and Amy’s safety also subsided. A hint of hope then welled up in her heart, but she looked at the 2nd-tier knight badge on Warrick’s chest, and her heart constricted once again.

Warrick was a powerful 2nd-tier knight, which was why he had been able to wreak so much havoc in the area without encountering any opposition. No one could resist him, and no powerful knights would grace this godforsaken place with their presence.

A hint of emotion finally appeared on the faces of the onlookers standing outside the black stone houses. They first looked at the howling underlings on the ground, and then at Mag with disbelief in their eyes. They had never seen a scenario like this before, and their blood was beginning to churn in their veins.

“Who are you?” Warrick released Jessica, and laid his hand on his longsword. He took two steps forward and glared at Mag with a grim look.

Even though all of his underlings were just normal people, for Mag to be able to fell all of them with one kick suggested that he was at least comparable in power to a 1st-tier knight.

Warrick was a 2nd-tier knight, so he was definitely far stronger than Mag, but that wasn’t what he was concerned about. Instead, he was worried about Mag’s identity.

All of the people that lived in this area were relatives of men who had lost their lives in the mines. Without any breadwinners in their families, even survival was quite difficult for them, so there was no way that they would be able to muster any meaningful resistance.

He was the ruler of this place. Here, he could do whatever he wanted.

However, Mag was clearly different from the people he ruled over. His attire suggested that he wasn’t from this area, and his combat prowess indicated a potentially sensitive identity. At the very least, he wasn’t like these black rats that he could bully without any inhibitions.

“A piece of scum like you doesn’t deserve to know my name.” Mag snapped a branch off a nearby tree, and pointed it at Warrick’s 2nd-tier knight badge as he sneered. “And you don’t deserve that badge, either. What kind of knight are you supposed to be?”

“Who the f*ck do you think you are?! How dare you say I’m not worthy of being a knight!” Warrick instantly flared up in rage, and drew his longsword. His title as a knight had been revoked by the Knight Association the year prior, but he had never told anyone about that. As such, Mag’s words really struck a sensitive nerve.

His status as a knight made him feel superior to everyone else, and that was why he always wore his knight badge in public. He derived from it a twisted sense of vain satisfaction.

“I’m here to show you what a real knight should be.” Mag’s expression was very calm, and his gaze cooled as he looked at Warrick.

“Are you challenging me?” Warrick chuckled coldly with a hint of disdain on his face.

“No, I’m giving you the chance to challenge me.” Mag shook his head calmly.