He actually wanted to smash these flying women! It was best if he could smash them out of this place, or the best case was smashing them out of this world to disappear permanently.

Maxwell's heart felt like it sank into any abyss while asking himself: "How could it be like this? How could it be like this? Something must've happened to this place, or else why would it have women of this calibre here?"

Immediately after…

Maxwell frowned and shouted: "Scram!"

"Noble, don't be mad."

"Noble, don't get angry. You can vent your anger onto this lowly one later since I'll be yours soon anyway."

"Wild Cat Beast Destroyer!"

Maxwell's power started circulating while his mouth roared out.

A ring of energy ripples exploded forth. Those old women surrounding Maxwell were all blasted into a chaotic mess and started tumbling backwards like dead dogs.

Maxwell hadn't even used his mana yet.

Otherwise, these women would most likely have died.

"Kid, could it be that you don't know our Wet Guild Leader is here?"

"This place has been booked up by our Leader, so scram!"

Said two burly guys who were drinking wine to the side, while stepping forth. They played with the machete in their hands before glaring at Maxwell and coldly saying, "Hurry up and scram for me. If you happen to disturb our Leader's mood..."

"Wet Guild Leader?"

"You mean Powell? The most notorious head bandit, right?" Asked Maxwell with no change in his tone.

One of the burly guys became angry as his blade chopped towards Maxwell's head. He then shouted: "Is Powell a name you're qualified to say?! Courting death!"

"Whoosh!"

As the blade chopped down, its power was raging out.

Those women sprawled on the ground didn't dare to continue looking, while some had already started screaming.

Except, before the blade was able to make an impact, Maxwell's fingers gently clamped together. The machete, carrying several thousand pounds of chopping force, was directly stopped by his fingers. Maxwell then faintly smiled: "Which room is your Head Leader in?"

The eyes of the other burly guy turned grim. His speed was clearly a few points faster, and his might a bit stronger as his machete slashed out horizontally.

Maxwell coldly glanced at the attack at the corner of his eyes while his right leg slightly rose.

Glimmering red dots of light could be seen on his foot before bubbling hot magma flowed out.

In an instant, Maxwell's right leg had raised and heavily kicked out.

All this was completed in less than a second.

"Arghhh…!"

That burly guy with an imposing body was kicked and flew before smashing against a wall. The wall then collapsed, and the entire Pub360 shook as a result of that.

Maxwell didn't even bother looking at the guy sent flying while his smile turned a bit gloomy. "I'm going to ask you again: Which room is Powell in?"

The burly guy's eyes looked up towards the second floor.

At this moment…

The Eight Supreme Warriors on the second floor looked at Maxwell, filled with killing intent.

Maxwell's left fist started moving and smashed that burly guy, flying. He then started walking up to the second floor casually.

Those women previously sent tumbling by Maxwell didn't dare to look at him. They all had pale white faces while shaking in fear in the corners of the room.

Maxwell didn't bother with them either. With a few strides, he was already on the second floor, being blocked by eight muscular men. Their exposed chests even had large tufts of chest hair on them, and they all looked like those large, fierce-looking executioners he watched in movies during his past life.

"Is your Leader in the room behind?" Asked Maxwell.

"Scram!"

"Is Powell in the room behind you guys?"

"Scram!"

"I'm going to ask again: Is Powell in the room behind you?" Maxwell asked again as anger rose inside him.

"Scram…"

Before the word was finished being pronounced, Maxwell's figure immediately moved as he cursed out, "Scram yourself!"

His figure shot out while mana was being circulated.

In an instance…

Maxwell's fists slammed out eight times, and each punch landed on the large chests of those burly guys.

In the blink of an eye, eight punches exploded out!

"Bam!"

Eight large bodies were smashed and flying before crashing into the room to the rear.

The door of the room was smashed apart, and half the room's wall had collapsed. Those eight burly, muscular men had all ceased breathing on the spot. Maxwell then spat a glob of phlegm and said with disdain, "You don't even have the strength, yet you want to scare people? How shameful! And you guys call yourselves the Eight Supreme Warriors? You should just call yourselves the eight piles of dog shit instead!"

"Who is it?!"

"You dare to disrupt me while I'm doing women? You must be tired of living!" Powell's eyes glared sharply, and the eight scars on his face turned red. They looked like eight scorpions on his face, which made him especially ferocious-looking.

At this time…

Powell's pants were around his knees.

Poking out of his crotch area was an unimpressive-looking little bird with two little sparrow eggs dangling behind it.

Maxwell couldn't hold back and started laughing. "Someone like you, who hasn't even gone through puberty, wants to screw women!"

Anger! Rage!

This was incomparable rage! What Powell hated the most was people saying his penis was small. He knew it was small, but absolutely did not allow anyone to mention it. His rage immediately shot into the sky as his right hand reached out, and a large blade with golden rings on the spine appeared.

His trousers were pulled up, and his eyes turned grim. Powell then shouted: "You damn dog bastard, go to hell for me!"

"Wild Eight Blades!"

"Raging Warrior Slash!"

Maxwell's mouth curved into a smile as he coldly said, "A level 6 diamond ranker dares to act arrogant in front of me?"

As his voice faded…

Maxwell's right hand started moving as he clenched his fists.

The space around his hand started producing slight energy fluctuations. The moment Powell rushed up, Maxwell's attack had already arrived as a punch smashed into his face.

"Bam!"

Crushed by their difference in strength!

Powell had no chance of resisting.

This was the benefit of having a higher cultivation!

This was Maxwell's first time experiencing such an enjoyable feeling. When dealing with someone with a cultivation lower than his, he could practically do whatever he wanted.

The impact caused Powell's body to tilt to the side. Since he lost his centre of gravity, he was forced to use his blade to support himself. Just when he wanted to retaliate, Maxwell didn't give him that chance. Maxwell's figure shot forward and appeared to the side of Powell. Another punch was fiercely thrown before Maxwell angrily shouted: "Killing the members of my Household, huh? Moving against the brothers of my Household, huh? Causing chaos in Eden City, huh? Killing people without restraint, huh?"

Punch after punch was smashed out.

Under dozens of punches, Powell's face was beaten to resemble a pig's head. But his eyes were still fiercely glaring at Maxwell before saying in a threatening manner: "Kid, do you know who my uncle is?!"

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