Chapter 1962 The Conflict In The Pub

Tyr picked up a fork in his hand and casually threw it at the muscular man. The fork shot at him like a bullet. Fresg blood splattered out of his head together with a groan. That muscular man’s forehead had been pierced. His eyes widened in surprise as he collapsed to the ground. “A mere Transformation like you dares to show off your power here> Why don’t you take a look around and see who’s seated in the pub?” Tyr killed a man with a flick of his hand. His peers, who sat across from him, changed their expressions dramatically. Just then, a somewhat old voice came from outside the door. “Who here dares to kill my men?” An old man with a sword on his back walked in from outside the door. His voice was full of anger. “Greetings, Sword Titan!” “Greetings, Sword Titan!” “Greetings, Sword Titan!” That group of people greeted the old man at once while Tyr and Dillon gave them a side-long glance. With just a glance, the old man, who had appeared majestic just now, suddenly changed his