Ruler Of Beast Multiverse

Chapter 117: Beating Brown Five Tiger

"Warry, are you going to do it, or am I?"

"I’ll do it. My hands are itching anyway!" Warry moved his wrists.

William and the other stood in front of Wesley, not taking the dozen people rushing at them seriously at all.

The next second, Warry’s figure moved, and the spiritual energy fluctuations unique to a Five-Tier Beast Master exploded outward.

Before they could even blink, Warry was in front of one of them, punching him directly in the abdomen.

"Pfft! You’re a Five-Tier!" The man spat blood, his body bending like a shrimp as he flew backward.

"Tsk tsk, Warry, that’s violent!" William clapped his hands and said with a smile.

"Uncle William, you guys must have gotten into plenty of fights when you were young."

Wesley pulled out a handful of sunflower seeds from somewhere, and surprisingly, he started eating seeds while watching Warry kick two more people flying.

Watching Wesley wearing a mask and eating sunflower seeds, William didn’t know how to evaluate it.

The young master really has a big heart!

Thinking this, William said aloud, "Young Master, we were incredibly obedient when we were young; we never fought."

"Oh!" Wesley said "oh" meaningfully. "Do you want some sunflower seeds?"

"This!" William was stunned!

Then, he began eating sunflower seeds with Wesley, watching Warry move like a wolf among sheep, wreaking havoc.

Any bodyguard who got close to Warry couldn’t react in time; they were either blown away by a burst of energy or kicked away.

Cries of pain echoed on the ground. In less than ten seconds, only the five bodyguards with Three-Tier Beast Tamer strength remained on the field.

It wasn’t that Warry had intentionally left these five three-Tier bodyguards for last; rather, they had been at the very back.

"It’s your turn!"

Warry raised an eyebrow and looked at the remaining five. For a Five-Tier Beast Master like him, dealing with these people was as easy as slicing through vegetables.

"Who are you?" The five bodyguards were terrified and didn’t dare to move an inch. Facing a Five-Tier Beast Master, it was too late to run.

They could only remain vigilant against a sudden sneak attack. Although they knew in their hearts they couldn’t win, they couldn’t abandon the five young masters behind them.

They had been sent by their respective families to protect these five young masters; if anything happened to them, they would be held responsible.

Meanwhile, Clark and the other four had long since turned pale, their mouths hanging wide open.

The one who looked just like Wu Dalang even plopped down onto the ground.

What was going on? When did this guy appear? He was insanely powerful!

Then, sensing the aura radiating from Warry, the five of them felt a chill run from their heads down to their toes!

A Five-Tier Beast Master! They were done for; they had kicked a steel plate!

"Young Master Danver, run!" one of the bodyguards shouted to Clark and the others before charging toward Warry.

The other four bodyguards exchanged glances, gritted their teeth, and followed suit.

"Hmph, overestimating yourselves!" Warry snorted coldly and met them head-on, his attacks as simple and unadorned as ever, just punches and kicks!

He beat the five of them until they were howling; being bruised and swollen was the least of their worries!

For Warry, dealing with these five was just a matter of throwing a few extra punches and kicks.

"Uncle William, it’s your turn!" Wesley said to William beside him, watching as the five young masters began to turn and flee.

"Oh, trying to run? Not a chance!" William tossed away the sunflower seed shells in his hand and clapped his hands together.

His spiritual energy erupted instantly, and in a flash, he appeared in front of the five young masters.

"Gentlemen, where are you running to?"

"I’m telling you, don’t mess around! I’m with the Danver Family!" Clark pointed at William, his voice trembling.

Another Five-Tier Beast Master! Five-Tier Beast Masters weren’t exactly cabbages; you couldn’t just run into them anywhere.

Who exactly was that masked stall owner who could command two Beast Masters?

You had to know that a single Five-Tier Beast Master could serve as the head of a third-rate family. Yet here they were, taking orders from someone else, which only meant that the mysterious stall owner was someone they couldn’t afford to provoke.

"Right, let’s just call today a misunderstanding. We’ve come to know each other through a fight!" Facing William blocking their path, the five of them began announcing their family backgrounds and offering all sorts of pleasantries, trying to curry favor.

But William remained unmoved. He simply stared at the five of them, waiting for Wesley to arrive.

"Are these really the Brown Five Tigers? Where did all that arrogance from before go?" Wesley walked toward the five of them with Warry.

As for their dozen or so bodyguards, they had all been dealt with and were lying on the ground, wailing incessantly.

Warry had even used a technique to seal the spiritual energy within those dozen people; now, they were no different from ordinary people and posed no threat at all.

Seeing Wesley approach, the five of them retreated repeatedly.

"Look at you, why are you running?" Wesley stretched his limbs and continued, looking at the five of them with excitement.

"Come on, I’ll give you five a chance. The five of you can attack me together right now. If you can beat me, I’ll let you go."

Wesley was currently at the peak of the One-Tier level. Facing the five of them alone, he wanted to fight them himself to vent his frustration.

"Young Master, is that wise?" William immediately spoke up to dissuade him upon hearing this.

The young master had only just broken through to the One-Tier level, whereas those five, although also One-Tier Beast Masters, had broken through a long time ago.

And it was one against five; William didn’t think the young master could defeat all of them combined.

"It’s fine, it’s fine. Don’t worry!" Wesley waved his hand and poured a handful of five-spice sunflower seeds for both William and Warry.

"Just keep eating your seeds and watch how I beat these Brown Five Cats to a pulp!"

Seeing that Wesley didn’t seem to be joking about fighting all five of them alone, Clark and the others were stunned.

They scoffed at Wesley’s big talk. Did he think he was a Five-Tier Beast Master too?

Taking another look at Wesley’s strength, they felt even more reassured. Everyone was at the One-Tier level, so who was he looking down on?

He was looking down on them way too much. Did he really think they were sick cats?

"Are you serious? Don’t get the Five-Tier Beast Master behind you to step in when you can’t win later." Clark and the others exchanged glances and asked Wesley uncertainly.

"Don’t worry. Besides, do you even have a choice?"

Before the words had even left his mouth, Wesley accelerated and charged toward the five of them.

His speed was incredibly fast, enough to make William and the other man, who were busy eating sunflower seeds, look surprised.

"The young master’s speed is so fast, faster than some Two-Tier Beast Masters!"

"Attack! Beat the crap out of him!" Clark was also getting angry.

The battle between Wesley and the five of them officially began.

William and Warry kept their focus entirely on Wesley; if he showed any sign of danger, they would step in without hesitation.

"Take this punch!" Wesley threw a punch straight at the face of Clark, who had charged forward first.

"Tch, who’s afraid of you!" Clark met the punch with one of his own.

The two fists collided, and immediately, there was a "crack" sound!

"Ah!" Clark’s face twisted in pain, his eyes full of disbelief.

’How could this be? His strength was immense!’ Clark’s wrist was visibly bent, and then he was sent flying by a kick from Wesley.

The other four were stunned on the spot, seeing how easily Clark had been dealt with by Wesley.

"He couldn’t even last five seconds? This is too fast!"

Wesley didn’t hold back and continued his assault on the remaining four.

With names like "Gutter Punch," "Flying Sky Kick," and "One Poke Finger," Wesley kept calling out techniques as he struck, leaving the four of them with absolutely no ability to fight back.

Only after truly engaging with Wesley did they realize how strong he was; this combat power was not at all what a One-Tier Beast Master should possess.

"So you’re from the Danver Family, and that makes you so damn impressive, right?" Wesley slapped Clark across the face a dozen times.

"And you lot, what kind of ’Brown Five Tigers’ are you? Aren’t you embarrassed?" He then moved to the other four, slapping them repeatedly as if the slaps were free!

"Wuwuwu, don’t hit the face!" One of them touched his swollen face and burst into tears of humiliation.

A few minutes later, the Brown Five Tigers were all sprawled on the ground, their bodies covered in bruises from Wesley’s beating!

"I’m exhausted!" Wesley shook his hands.

"Young Master, you’ve worked hard. Here, have some water!" William walked over to Wesley with a bottle of water.

The four young masters who had been called over by Clark all felt regret at the same time. "Should have stayed home; we came here and just got a good beating!"

After resting for a while, Wesley first went over to the dozen or so bodyguards lying on the ground.

"I know you were all just following orders, but you attacked me, so it’s impossible for me to let you off that easily!"