“Yo, little commander. What is your name?” The drunk guy said as he ready his fists.
“I am just some commander. No name needed.”
“Asshole, I need your name to put my name on the tab!” The drunk said before rushing in, using all his force in one punch.
“And here I thought, I get to see some martial arts.” Jin was expecting more than a straight punch and was even prepared to use his Inverse Eyes to see through his opponent’s attack. However, all that came was just a punch filled with unladdened strength.
The Astral Panda Cultivator gracefully deflected the punch without going for a counterattack to see whether if the drunk had anything more. “Heh, at least he gave out a last minute feint.” Jin thought to himself as the deflection allowed the drunk to move into position and allowed him to strike with his left leg.
This time, the strike was filled with the rumoured strength of how the other security patrols had trouble dealing with it. It was to the point Jin had to use two of his hands to hold and block him off. And when that happened, the drunk continued to attack by using the inertia of his body to slam into Jin.
There was no pattern to his attacks and he was merely using his strength to forcibly win the fight. Surely, power triumphs over everything as Jin had seen on many occasions how cultivators used brute force to settle their fights in his dungeon instances.
However, technique allowed the power to run its course, enabling it to display the ingenuity of men’s creations through its executions. And that included how Jin used the techniques of the Nineteen Lazy Astral Panda to perform Panda Tumbling in order to move out of the way and subsequently strike him with Lazy Panda Swipe.
The ‘spectators’ had never seen someone able to single handle the drunk before as Jin swiped him on the back of his head. The drunk nearly fell to the ground because of that but was still conscious enough to get back on his feet despite his unsteady gait.
“If anything, he is a good candidate for the Drunken Fist. Surely, if Lynn was around, she would be able to teach him some moves.” Jin felt that he was assessing a potential ally in these parts. His strength was on par with a Grade 2 maybe even Grade 3 which Jin suspected that there was some augmentation done for him.
And instead of being angrier, the drunk showed that he was giddy with excitement. It was as if he found someone worthy to duel with him. The security guards who had known this drunk for a long time knew that Jin was in deep trouble but Jin was unfazed by the situation.???e???n?ν?l. ???
“Are you not coming at me? If not, I make the move.” Jin said as he sauntered towards the drunk and quietly filled his arm with Maqi. (Who says that this will be a fair fight? Hehehe! Kraft would be proud of him.) Just as the drunk wished to counter Jin equally with a fist, the Astral Panda Cultivator utilised Panda Tumbling once more not just to evade the drunk’s attack but also using the side of his body to slam into him so that Jin could have a clean punch to his face.
The sound of flesh thudding at his cheeks made even the security guards feel sorry for the drunk for the first time. However, the drunk was tenacious and tried to headbutt Jin but the cultivator stopped him by pulling his ear and slapping him.
Unfortunately, the drunk managed to grab hold of Jin’s shirt and decided to do the dirty move of kneeing him at his balls as his last desperate retaliatory move. And the guards who were in awe with the current situation thought this might be the end of Jin’s offence…until they saw the commander did a jump while splitting open his legs to avoid the knee jerk attack.
Almost everyone including his own Grey Bear War Maidens was astonished by his fast response and evasiveness. They all never expected a commander to be this trained with close combat fights and even the security guard War Maidens were recording this as training data.
Since Jin was in midair, he utilised his Panda Tumbling once more, allowing him to change his air jump into a somersault, allowing him to smash his heel onto the drunk’s shoulders, causing him to fall to the ground because of the impact. No doubt, the ground cracked a little from Jin and the drunk’s weight and surely the latter have a dislocated shoulder from that fight.
“Do you have enough rampaging?” Jin smiled and the drunk nodded his head.
“Aye, thank you for fixing my stiff shoulder.” He laughed as he asked for his bottle that the security guard confiscated.
The guards were confused about whether to give him the bottle. On one hand, it felt that if they gave him the bottle, there might be additional violence since he was equipped with a weapon, causing the fight to resume.
“It’s fine, he had already calmed down,” Jin said as he told the guards to just pass the bottle and the drunk guzzled the remaining drink he had.
“So, Old Fammet, are you finally going to come with us peacefully?” The security guards said and the drunk smiled, nodding his head slowly. But before he left with the guards, Jin asked Yinn for his duffel bag and he gave two gold bars to the drunk.
“Get yourself some better piss.”
“Heh, I like you, kid. Come back here tomorrow and I show you what’s a real War Maiden.” Old Fammet said as one of the older security guards came forward and thanked Jin.
“Apologies, he is always like this when he is in a slump.”
“Slump?” Jin asked.
“Yes, he is a Mecha Smith…or was a Mecha Smith.” The guard said and Jin felt delighted that his gamble in taking on his encounter paid off. Now the feeling of being isekai and being supported by a talented but piss poor businessman had finally come true.
Perhaps, that was why his ‘business’ sense was tingling when he did the right thing to interfere with the drunk.
