Five stage six cultivators all charged at one boy who was shielding his love and this sight was somehow tragic and comedic.
The crowd pitied this boy and admire his courage to fight for his love. He was about to learn that even as a young master, there were bigger mountains that titles alone could not solve.
Lyren contemplated on how to deal with this situation. Of course, he was going to beat them up but he did not know which way was more efficient.
This group really could be used as a good test subjects for his sword… Lyren then drew his sword and handed the sheath to Claire who looked at him horrified.
"Don't kill them, please," she was the only one here who knew Lyren was not simple and she could not help but feel that he could definitely kill them.
Those eyes…
"Haha… Your young master has decided to draw his prop. Tell him to drop his act now. If he begs, maybe, I will let him leave with a few bones intact," the mayor's son said and his guards chuckled when they heard it.
The crowd also had the same thoughts. It appeared that this couple was actually foolish. There was a difference between trusting in your partner and being foolishly in love.
The two were obviously in the second category. Drawing a fake sword just to keep up an act was peak foolishness.
"Don't worry, your Young Master is magnanimous and he will let them escape with their lives," Lyren said to Claire and it was then it dawned to them all.
It was brainwashing all along! They could tell that the girl had cultivation but to be brainwashed by a non-cultivator, it was insurmountable!
Just who was this boy?
Claire clutched the sheath on her chest as she watched Lyren carry out the hollow grip. He had practiced it the whole day yesterday and he had surely made improvements.
She could only hope that he had a technique that was formidable enough. She had not seen him perform one but she knew that he was deep.
The five guards who were all guys drew their swords midway through the journey and they did not bother perform their techniques.
Just one of them was enough but since their Young Master really like bullying the weak with numbers, they were going to follow his taste and have him entertained. The kid could only blame his bad luck for crossing their y6oung Master.
It was a moment like this that one usually had a breakthrough and Lyren felt that this pressure would force his mind to comprehend the first sword.
Why had he drawn his sword?
Was it because he was a Sect Master or was it because he wanted to sever a path for himself in this hierarchical system?
The answer was a simple one. He wanted to protect. To protect his dignity as a Sect Master and also his autonomy.
And behind him, there was a person who did not doubt that he was going to win. She was the reason he had stumbled into this path. He had only one will. One intention.
To protect what was important to him!
His eyes flashed with a white light as flames smoldered in the depth of his eyes.
He decided to do the first sword with that in mind and when he did the swings as fast as he could, he could actually feel that they were being imbued with his will.
His intent to protect.
Attack is the best form of defense.
He did the seven swings and a wind surged from him and Claire behind him had to tug her dress so it did not rise and the crowd had to cover their eyes.
By the time Lyren did the seventh swing, the five guards were already being pushed behind and the mayor's son was already hiding behind the crowd.
The guards tried to attack but the wind pressure from the sword did not let them.
They gritted their teeth and when Lyren finished the seventh swing, all the previous swings merged forming one huge wave of attack that collided with the five guards who were unable to even defend themselves.
They were blown away and even the crowd standing in the way of the residue sword impact was affected and they had to escape.
The five guards fell in opposite direction and when they reached the ground, they were bruised all over. Their clothes in tatters. Their hands were empty and their swords had disappeared in between the crowd.
There was no telling whether they were alive. Their eyes had turned to white slate with their tongues out. The wounds were mostly superficial but the bleeding would kill them if nothing else did.
Lyren who had swung the final sword horizontally finished drawing his arch and the sword floated in front of his eyes. His body arched forward with one foot ahead of the other. His left hand was stretched backwards and the hair Claire had gone through lengths to make fell right above his eyes.
Another white light flashed in his eyes and when he looked around there was no one standing in front of him.
The crowd was all pale and Claire was even paler. That was not power a stage seven should be producing. If he had been holding back against The Bear, then that was an insult.
It was not she alone who had such thoughts but the wounded Bear who was hiding among the crowd was too pale that he fainted.
He could barely move and he had come thinking he could create a strategy against the kid but ice-cold water had been poured on him. He was never approaching the kid again!
No one dared to meet Lyren's eyes again and everyone was silent. They now realized why the kid had been nonchalant. He had a higher status than even the mayor's son.
What stood out though was the fact that his cultivation had not leaked at all and his realm and stage remained a secret.
Lyren looked around and he saw what he was looking for.
He started walking in that direction and when the crowd saw him approach them, they all dispersed leaving a red robbed stage three boy who had fallen on his butt.
His knees knocking each other as he shivered as though it was winter. His face was pale and his teeth chattered.
"Don't come any closer. Do you know who I am? I am the mayor's son. If anything happens to me, you will not be spared."
He was able to wring those words out even as he shivered and Lyren's chuckle that came after his words caused the mayor's son to go down on his knees.
"Forgive me Young Master. I know that I was wrong. I am willing to give you compensation. Please spare me. I did not mean to offend you."
Lyren stopped as he was surprised by this shift. Was this really the mayor's son? Where was all that arrogance?
"How much?" Lyren asked and when the mayor's son heard this, he heaved a sigh as he stood up and removed a pouch from his robe.
Lyren snatched it away and peaked inside the pouch and smiled. This was interesting. He tucked it away in his robes and waved at Claire to come. He placed his hand on her shoulder before he spoke.
"Apologize to my woman," Lyren said and when the mayor's son heard that, he was quick to apologize and disappeared.
"Sorry young miss. And thank you for sparing me…"