Huff! Huff! Huff!
...
In the eyes of the crowd inside the tavern, the hand Wyatt Barnes was using to hold Bless Easton's fist suddenly had a clearly visible 'swirl' appear around it.
The swirling vortex twisted in the void, causing the air to ripple, akin to a stone crashing onto the calm surface of water, creating circles of waves.
"Ah—"
In the moment the vortex appeared, everyone heard a heart-wrenching scream, akin to a pig being slaughtered, which came from Bless Easton.
Currently, Bless Easton's face was extremely contorted, his features completely twisted together, and his entire body was trembling violently, as if he were enduring extreme pain.
This pain seemed to make Bless Easton's eyes about to burst!
"What is... happening?"
"This young man in purple seems to have some skills... otherwise, how can he make the Garcia Clan's Second Young Master suffer such pain without any visible actions?"
