I Have a Sailing Game-Chapter 53: What Did You Say?

A burst of cheers came from the arena over there.

Following the sound just now, one could see a shirtless fighter with arm bands provocatively looking at Yas.

At his feet lay an opponent who had been knocked unconscious.

Seeing all the eyes in the tavern focused on him, this fighter thoroughly enjoyed it.

Then, he ostentatiously wiped the corner of his mouth.

"I have now achieved a hundred consecutive wins."

"Now it’s your turn, Yas."

"I, Lanti, will defeat you in this tavern where you made your name and become the finest fighter in the dockside district today!"

After speaking, Lanti extended his hand, provocatively beckoning Yas with his finger.

The onlookers around made no sound in this situation.

Lanti dared to provoke Yas like this, but they dared not stir things up recklessly.

After all, in this tavern, few people drinking are unaware of Yas’s reputation.

Faced with such a provocation, Yas merely lifted his eyelids to glance briefly, speaking lightly.

"Not interested."

He then continued to focus on wiping the glass.

Upon hearing this, Lanti instantly turned red with anger, fiercely grabbing the arena railing.

"Damn it, Yas, you said if I achieved a hundred wins in this tavern, I could challenge you!"

"Are you going back on your word?"

In response, Yas frowned, seriously trying to recall.

"When did I say that?"

"Uncle Hijet, do you remember?"

Then, he looked towards the uncle drinking silently beside him.

This uncle named Hijet scratched his face, trying hard to remember.

"You indeed didn’t seem to say that."

"Oh, now I remember!"

"When Lanti first came, there seemed to be a talkative guy who told him that to challenge you, he had to achieve at least a hundred consecutive wins to qualify."

"Hahaha, you indeed didn’t say that!"

Uncle Hijet laughed heartily, picking up his drink and taking a sip.

Upon hearing this, everyone’s gaze immediately turned to Lanti.

Lanti was momentarily stunned upon hearing this.

But soon, he spoke with some embarrassment and anger.

"I don’t care! I’ve been fighting in this arena for days just to fight you and prove who’s the strongest fighter in the dockside district."

"Yas, you must get on stage!"

Lanti shouted.

Upon hearing this, Yas put down the glass in his hand and picked up a towel nearby to wipe his hands.

"If you want this title, just take it."

"I am not a fighter anymore."

His expression was very serious.

But Lanti wasn’t buying it.

"Bullshit!"

"Yas, are you stupid?"

"If I don’t defeat you, how can I gain this title?"

"People will say you only achieved dominance because Yas washed his hands of the business."

"Stop talking nonsense and hurry to the stage, or I’ll smash your tavern today!"

Lanti said with bloodshot eyes.

"Then you can participate in the fighting championship and winning the honor of the number one fighter would certainly surpass the title of being the best at the docks."

Lina suddenly remarked.

Everyone froze upon hearing this.

It seems...that’s indeed the logic.

Surely, the glory of being the number one fighter is greater than being first at the docks.

But Lanti couldn’t be bothered with that right now.

Defeating Yas was his obsession, but looking at Yas like this, it seemed difficult to stir his fighting spirit.

Lanti thought for a moment, suddenly recalling a rumor he had heard before.

"Yas, you coward!"

"Isn’t it your sickly sister who turned you into this?"

"It’s pathetic to be dragged down by such worthless family."

Lanti said mockingly.

Upon hearing this, Norm, who was originally calmly watching the spectacle, paused and swallowed hard.

As someone who knew Yas well, he naturally understood what insulting Yas’s sister Mira really meant.

Or rather, Lanti was seeking death!

The surrounding onlookers also fell silent, and the entire tavern instantly became pin-drop silent.

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Bam!

The glass in Yas’s hand instantly shattered into pieces.

He lifted his head, staring coldly at Lanti.

"What did you say?"

The formerly calm Yas now seemed like a volcanic eruption, harboring endless fury.

Seeing this, Lanti’s spirit was instantly revived.

He displayed a brazen smile, opening his arms and addressing the surrounding drinkers.

"Look, this is Yas, dragged down by his sickly sister to the point of only being able to wipe glasses in a tavern!"

"He..."

Bam!

Before he could finish, Yas had swiftly vaulted the bar, rapidly reaching the arena, angrily swinging a punch towards Lanti.

The powerful impact sent Lanti’s mind spiraling; he felt the whole world silent except for a hum.

This talented fighter couldn’t react to Yas’s movements at all.

Yas didn’t speak, but the bulging veins in his neck and muscular arms foreshadowed his next actions.

With one hand, he lifted Lanti by the neck, exerting enormous force on his grip.

Blood instantly rushed to Lanti’s face, turning it beet red.

But, as a gifted fighter, he wasn’t a helpless chick.

Lanti forcefully swung his right elbow, fiercely striking towards the joint of Yas’s arm.

But, something more astonishing happened.

Yas abruptly extended his left hand, clamping down on Lanti’s elbow strike.

The tremendous force caused Lanti’s pupils to shrink, and his heart felt a chill.

How could Yas block his elbow strike with just one hand?

But the dizziness from lack of breath prevented him from thinking further.

He was close to death!

"Yas, enough, stop!"

"This kid is going to die!"

Hijet hurried onto the stage, patting Yas’s arm anxiously.

"Yas..."

Just then, Yas heard a weak call from the arena.

Followed by a heavy sound of someone falling off the bed.

Rogel furrowed his brows, looking towards the door behind the bar.

Exchanging glances with Lina, the two of them immediately rushed towards the back of the bar.

"Mira?"

Upon hearing the voice, Yas instantly regained clarity.

His heart skipped a beat, and without hesitation, he let go of Lanti, rushing towards the room behind the bar as fast as possible.

"Cough! Cough, cough!"

Freed, Lanti immediately fell to his knees, coughing violently.

He felt like he had just walked on the edge of Hell.

Satisfied he was still alive, Hijet breathed a sigh of relief then quickly looked toward the surrounding drinkers.

"Is there a doctor?"

"No one here knows medicine?"

"Not a single one?"

"Damn, a bunch of lousy drunkards!"

Seeing a group of drinkers shaking their heads, Hijet became very anxious.

He glanced at Norm next to him and kicked him hard.

"Damn bloodsucker, go find a doctor!"

Without waiting for the guy, he hurriedly dashed out of the tavern.

Norm wailed, falling over, and upon standing told curses at Hijet while running.

The drinkers around, equally cursed without reason, were utterly confused.