When Greg began to run, his subordinates spontaneously started following him. Most of them were only in the Earth Realm, so their agility stat was exceedingly low compared to those in the Sky Realm. This caused most of them to be left behind, especially when they were still in the Initial Stage of the Earth Realm.
They did not pose a serious threat to Viktor, only draining his stamina at most.
Greg ran until he left the storage area and the city buildings started to enter his sight, and the area of their fight widened as they entered an area where people resided.
Viktor looked around. Greg's figure was nowhere to be seen.
"Djinn, can you track them?"
<Kekeke, looks like the fight is getting even more exciting. More are waiting for you up ahead.>
"What?"
The moment Viktor arrived on the main road of Perm City, the sight of Greg smirking with at least 50 people around him greeted his eyes.
"Haha, one man against the entire Widow Maker."
Viktor took a breath to calm himself. Behind Greg were tens of men with fierce expressions, all of them armed with various weapons.
"You're all standing next to that guy, so you guys must be assholes. So, who wants to taste my fist first?"
The Metal Guardian's name was currently only known to the elites, so lowlifes like them most likely had not heard about it.
40… 50… 60 people ahead. Added with those catching up behind him, Viktor had to go against over a hundred people tonight. He might have been doubtful of his ability to survive and win if it were two months ago, but now, these Earth Realm fighters were no different from the hundreds of orcs he had beaten.
Even in front of so many opponents charging at him at once, he did not tremble the slightest.
In just a few seconds, clashes took place in the urban area.
Clank! Clank! Clank!
Not only did Viktor parry every incoming strike, but his barrage of punches crushed his opponents' skulls.
"Let's see how long you'll be able to stay standing!" Greg laughed full of satisfaction in the rear corner.
At this moment, the other subordinates that had been running after Viktor finally arrived.
He was surrounded from both sides. Even so, Viktor couldn't care less and continued to beat up anyone who dared to approach him.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The sounds of their battle echoed through the city. The citizens who were originally inside began to swarm out to see what was going on.
They saw a man ganged up by tens of people from Widow Maker.
Viktor had mastered the fourth stage of the [36 Fists of the North Star Manual], and now that he was surrounded by so many opponents, this was the perfect chance to put it into maximal practice. Added with the movement technique, his moves were both swift and efficient, allowing him to punch an opponent every time he dodged.
Right hook! Bam!
Straight punch! Bam!
Uppercut! Bam!
5… 10…
One by one, the opponents that came forward to attack him were sent sprawling on the street.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
20… 30… 40…
Their number continued to decrease, and before they knew it, the passersby that gathered to watch began to cheer in amazement.
"Finish them!"
"Beat those damn gangsters up!"
From their words, it seemed that the reputation of this group called Widow Maker was terrible in the citizens' eyes, solidifying Viktor's determination to finish them all off.
Bam! Bam! Bam!
50… 60… 70…
The smile on Greg's face began to fade when he saw the number of his subordinates decrease so quickly.
When the Sky Realm fighters started to enter the equation, Viktor began to try to think of a more creative fighting style.
He used [Metal-Bending] to pull out a nearby traffic light pole. He then gripped it with both hands and swung it to beat several opponents before throwing it at the crowd of gangsters.
Bam!
The attack caused tens of people to go flying.
"Bastard!" Greg furiously shouted. His face was now red from anger, presumably because over half of his subordinates had been beaten so easily.
After two-thirds of them had been sent sprawling, the remaining gang members started to back down in fear.
Viktor smiled a little and retracted his previous thought. These gangsters weren't like the hundreds of orcs he had beaten.
They were even weaker. Unlike these cowards, those green creatures would have at least fought until the end.
Eight Sky Realm fighters quickly charged at him, but alas, tragedy repeated itself. These people were just a bunch of Sky Realm Knight Initial stage fighters, so it wasn't hard to take care of them.
They were probably just a bunch of street thugs who got there only by consuming spirit stones.
With only 60–70 points of battle power, they had no chance of going against Viktor with his 100+ points of battle power, not to mention he also had 157 points of agility.
Two, three of them could cast spells, but Viktor swiftly finished them off and sent them sprawling in pain with the others.
Greg, whose face had gone pale from fright, hurriedly turned around to run away.
Swoosh!
A weapon flew and stabbed his foot before he could escape.
"Arghhh!" he screamed in pain. The bone in his foot stuck out because of the sharp metal object, the pain causing him to reflexively bend his body downward and fall.
While he was groaning in pain, the sound of several people's footsteps approached him, startling him and attracting his attention.
The women who were victimized by the man had gathered behind him. It turned out that the knife was thrown by one of the figures there, a woman in a black robe.
He could no longer run. When he saw the Metal Guardian approaching him, he immediately dragged his stabbed foot and begged.
"S-Sir, please don't kill me! I'll give you anything! I have a ton of money, just tell me how much you want! I-I also have connections with the Romanov family, I can support you! Please spare me!"
Viktor only smiled at the despairing man.
"You shouldn't be begging me, but them." He pointed to the people behind Viez.
Tens of women were looking at Greg with glares filled with hatred.
"My job here is done. do whatever you want to him," Viktor said to Greg's victims.
Full of loathing, they began picking up the weapons Greg's subordinates dropped.
"W-Wait, ladies, hear me out. I'm sorry, I'll recompense for all your losses, okay?" Greg tried to persuade.
Unfortunately, their mental scars were too deep. They were forced to experience things that would scar them for life. There was no way they would let the man responsible go when he was in front of them.
"Aaargh!!"
The thought of bringing the man to the authorities crossed his mind, but it vanished just as fast as it came.
Not in an apocalyptic time like this.
They all stabbed Greg without mercy. All their pain and hatred were poured out at that moment, and Greg could only scream in pain as tens of sharp objects pierced his body.
Numerous people had gathered and witnessed his actions, and their faces were filled with disbelief at what just transpired.
"Isn't that Greg Solov, the gang leader of Widow Maker?"
"Who's that man in metal armor?"
"He actually defeated the gang of thugs!"
Seeing the crowd, Viktor realized the law that applied in this era was ultimately public law. As long as the public felt that what he did was right, then it would become so.
Viktor quickly seized the chance and walked toward the crowd.
"I am North Fist, the Metal Guardian. Greg and his gang have cruelly harmed many girls, and this, is their retribution."
The whispers became louder, and in them was the name "North Fist".
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