Mixed Blessing System

When the first blow struck his body, Lothur barely felt any pain, only the contact between his skin and his opponent’s fist.

But still, as the enemy was shocked by how hard Lothur’s face was, this young man did not move and waited for the attacks of the other opponents.

The people attacking him realized something was wrong. Still, they remained confident, using their logic that 11 more individuals would attack him, and he would eventually suffer.

The second one attacked, and then the third experienced the same thing as the first two, hitting an iron body so hard that their hands hurt.

Simultaneously, the fourth individual tried to kick Lothur in the chest right after leaping into the air, as he felt he could at least move his enemy.

But Lothur remained motionless, smiling in front of his opponent, who did not have enough to hurt his body.

Lothur used his defensive technique since just because he had a powerful Constitution did not mean he would accept enemy movements without doing anything.

But even if he did not activate this technique, which happened to give a bonus on his natural defenses, as any technique of its kind would do, these people still would not be able to get far with it.

Then the fifth, sixth, and seventh opponents also hit him, the last two simultaneously, while they were already starting to feel nervous.

They had all stood up to face Lothur after the previous provocations. So it would be humiliating if this young man did not even move to face them!

In this way, they began acting more vigorously against Lothur, simultaneously attacking to destabilize him.

Even Karen tried to hurt Lothur by kicking one of his arms, but the result was worse than she expected. 𝒷𝒹𝓸𝓿𝓁.𝒸ℴ𝓶

“Ouch!” She expressed pain as she jumped backward, feeling like she had hit a steel bar with her shin. ‘The bastard is hurting us even without acting!’ This blonde shouted in her mind, irritated by Lothur’s behavior towards her, who had always been nice to him.

Then one of the men there, who was quite irritated with Lothur, made his move simultaneously as a black-haired woman was trying to hit the back of their opponent’s head.

This man stopped less than 2 meters from Lothur and then used his right leg to kick in the direction of his opponent’s testicles.

Lothur saw this, and his expression changed, noticing his opponent’s right foot going towards his jewels. ‘That’s off limits!’ He finally moved!

When Lothur moved, that man momentarily smiled for at least getting his opponent out of the starting position.

However, his happiness did not last long!

In a split second, Lothur positioned himself in a favorable spot and kicked diagonally toward the chest of that brown-haired opponent.

Pow!

Crack!

The moment that part of Lothur’s body hit the enemy’s chest, cracking sounds came from such a council member’s bones.

Almost simultaneously with that noise, everyone noticed that person howling in pain. “Ahhhhhhhh!”

Pa!

In sequence with those sounds, he landed near the door of that hall, drawing the attention of everyone there and in other parts of that mansion.

Even Viktoria got up from her chair upon seeing this, noticing that Lothur had gone heavy on that opponent, who was already coughing up blood and losing consciousness.

“No way!” One of the other men in the hall shouted in surprise, barely able to believe that Lothur could do so much damage to one of them with one blow.

If he could do that to one of them, he could do it to all the rest!

To make matters worse, Lothur was not even using a weapon, something that everyone there knew he used when he fought for real!

In other words, he was still taking it easy!

“Unbelievable!”

“He must have broken several of Mark’s ribs!”

“What a monster! He wasn’t that strong at the Province Conference!” One of the women acting most actively against Lothur commented in amazement.

She had thought that Lothur still had the same combat proficiency back then, during the Province Conference. So she was willing to act even though she knew he was a good fighter.

Back then, Lothur could already fight people of their level. But he had great difficulty and usually had to fight people like that separately.

Several of them simultaneously could put him in danger, so this woman and others there had made the mistake of thinking the current Lothur was the same as in those days of competition.

“Bastard!” Lothur commented as he looked at the nearly unconscious man slumped near the door, blood dripping from his mouth and nose. “That was to teach you to respect me, you worm. Think stupid thoughts again, and it won’t just be that you will suffer!”

Lothur had no problem fighting opponents, suffering injuries, and still maintaining cordiality. For him, an injury caused by friendly training or even a challenge was not enough for grudges to form.

But a low blow like that was unacceptable.

As such, even taking this situation as just special training to dominate those people, with no intention of creating hostilities, he was irritated by such a person’s behavior.

Those 11 individuals heard Lothur’s words and felt uncomfortable continuing, afraid of irritating this person and ending up worse off than Mark.

They were all talented cultivators in their families and had good positions in this faction, which gave them much to be proud of. But they were not warriors who had faced several near-death situations, as Lothur had.

Not only that, the determination and personalities of these individuals were much weaker than that of young Ritter, who had already died once and knew how valuable the chance to live and cultivate was.

Lothur was attached to his life, to what he had conquered, and was eager to achieve his goals to enjoy life. So he was naturally intimidating to these people who lived quietly, confident in their positions.

In this way, with only a few seconds of confrontation, Lothur broke his opponents’ will. When he turned around, ignoring that bleeding man, some of those people had already put away their weapons or were retreating their auras.

He saw it in their faces and body positions, feeling good that he had resolved this situation quickly.

“It looks like no one else wants to fight me here…” He muttered, but everyone there listened to him. “Does that mean you have lost? Admit your defeat. We won’t stop until every conscious person speaks the words.”

Annaliese and Elke watched Lothur dominating this council with their mouths open while feeling funny sensations through their bodies.

Viktoria was almost intervening in the situation, but then the people in that place slowly gave up on this confrontation that they would not win anyway.

“I give up.” Those words came out of each of the mouths there, one by one, until each one felt an invisible weight fall on them, returning depressed to their seats.

‘Very good. I won’t have to deal with insubordination for a while…’ Lothur relaxed, finally walking to his wife’s side.

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