Disgusting Hyakinthos

Chapter 335 - Disgusting Hyakinthos

"Ahhhh!" 

The pallum adventurer slammed onto the tavern floor with a jarring thud, twitching in pain, clearly gravely injured.

The Hostess of Fertility fell silent, all eyes fixed on the scene in stunned disbelief. 

No one expected Mahiro to strike so suddenly, shifting from passive to explosive in a heartbeat.

Syr's mouth parted slightly, her eyes gleaming with awe and surprise. Hestia's expression was a mix of shock and glee. 

Avoiding trouble for Mia? Clearly not his priority. Still, she was thrilled—whatever Mahiro did, she'd back him unconditionally.

"That's the secret to my three-day rank-up," Mahiro said, flicking his hand as he shot a cold glare at the challengers' table. "Clear now?"

"Bastard!" the pallum's companions snapped out of their daze, fury contorting their faces. They checked on their fallen ally, then turned venomous glares on Mahiro.

The six adventurers leapt up, brandishing weapons with menacing snarls.

"You bastard, daring to attack us!" one roared, gripping his blade tightly.

"It's on!"

"Fight, fight!"

"Here's the show!"

"Quick, before Mia's back!"

The tavern's patrons, far from alarmed, buzzed with excitement, their alcohol-fueled nerves spurring them to cheer and jeer.

Mahiro glanced at the bar—Mia was absent, likely in the kitchen. 

"Think you're hot stuff as a high-class adventurer, punk? Just a cheater who faked a rank-up. You'll regret this!" an adventurer bellowed, kicking their table aside.

Nearby patrons tactfully cleared space, opening a makeshift arena.

The six charged Mahiro in unison.

He vanished in a blur.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Fists met flesh in rapid succession, and all six collapsed in a heap.

"What just happened?"

"A shadow zipped by, and they're down!"

"There's Level 2s in that group—dropped that fast?"

In under a second, Mahiro stood alone, unscathed. The tavern erupted in gasps.

"He's the real deal, that Hestia Familia kid," one adventurer muttered.

"Only a high-class adventurer could wreck Level 2s so easily."

"Just hit Level 2, yet he crushed seasoned high-class adventurers. His potential's insane!"

Like the pallum, many patrons had doubted Mahiro's feat, dismissing it as gossip. 

But his effortless takedown of four Level 2s among the six shifted their view.

A newly minted Level 2 shouldn't outclass veterans unless his stats were extraordinary.

"Still, this Mahiro's in trouble," another whispered.

"Yeah, he pissed off the Apollo Familia."

"Ugh, those creeps."

Mahiro's brow creased. 

The Apollo Familia—the notorious "gay" Familia from the plot? Glancing down, he noted the sun emblems on the fallen adventurers' gear, confirming their allegiance.

His gaze shifted to their original table, where a strikingly handsome man sat, sipping wine with measured grace. 

Setting his glass aside, the man rose as his comrades lay defeated.

"We spoke truth, yet you brutalize my team. Excessive, no?" he said, his tone calm but edged.

"That's Hyakinthos!"

"Phoebus Apollo!"

"Their captain's still here—this ain't over!"

"He's Level 3, close to Level 4. Way above those Level 2s on the floor."

"Now the real fight starts."

"Can this new high-class adventurer last twenty rounds against Hyakinthos?"

The crowd recognized the man, their murmurs reaching Mahiro. They weren't betting on his chances.

Hyakinthos' effeminate style—brown hair elegantly tied, metal earrings, and gaze—set Mahiro's skin crawling. 

Familiar with the anime, he knew Hyakinthos as Apollo's favored companion.

Mahiro's sighed as Hyorinmaru materialized. 

Hand-to-hand with this guy?

Not a chance. A weapon would keep things clean.

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