I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax

Chapter 333: Chapter333-Take Action!

John keenly sensed a shift in the mood of those around him, and he noticed that Francis's fingers were still subtly caressing the air.

He felt that the tiny droplets, which seemed to be no bigger than grains of rice, were pulsating with some kind of energy.

Although they looked innocuous, John realized that if they were to explode, they could potentially kill everyone nearby.

No wonder the onlookers had such terrified expressions—they likely knew the terrifying power contained within those droplets.

John noticed that some people had already started to discreetly move away, preferring not to linger in the vicinity any longer.

He chuckled lightly; honestly, he had never taken these matters to heart.

He knew that these people would eventually come for him anyway, so why should he show them any courtesy?

"Sorry, but I'm an orphan with no siblings or parents to speak of, so I'm not keen on randomly acknowledging relatives."

Francis's smile gradually faded.

John's stance was now crystal clear—he was rejecting his offer.

"Young man, I know you are very capable; otherwise, you wouldn't have challenged the Immortal Messenger. But in this place..."

Francis paused briefly, then continued with a light chuckle.

"Once you offend certain people, you might not even have a chance to leave here alive."

Francis's words were starkly clear, causing everyone around to involuntarily gasp.

To them, offending these two men might be worse than death.

"Young man, I know that when you're young, you often have all sorts of strange ideas, and I respect that—who hasn't been young? But I think you should still consider carefully," said Benjamin next to him, smiling radiantly, his demeanor as benevolent as Maitreya Buddha.

Even the two young women with him maintained gentle smiles.

"Having abilities is certainly a good thing, but if you start to abuse those abilities, what awaits you will surely not be pleasant."

Benjamin's face beamed with a smile, his cheeks bunched up together, making him look slightly terrifying.

"I'm someone who doesn't respond to threats or bribes, sorry about that," John said lightly, shifting his posture as he sat.

He quietly watched the two men across from him, his lips curling into a mocking smile.

"I had thought you sent someone for me because there was some important matter. It turns out you really do raise dogs that reflect their master."

"It seems that's all there is to it. If you really have the ability, you should train your pet dogs better, so they don't bite indiscriminately."

Although Francis still wore a smile, everyone could see the deep murderous intent it concealed.

Even the bystanders began to feel their breathing become labored.

Some uncontrollably felt the urge to leave, but the next moment, they sensed their blood boiling within their veins.

Those with weaker constitutions quickly stepped back, noticing their cheeks were so flushed they almost seemed to bleed.

For others, it was too late to retreat.

They found that their outer skin cells seemed to rupture in an instant, with countless droplets of blood bursting from their capillaries.

A chorus of screams erupted around them, with people wailing, screaming, and writhing in pain.

The air thickened with the smell of blood, and the waitstaff hesitated upon seeing it was Francis causing the disturbance. Enjoy exclusive content from ???

Normally, they would intervene if someone caused trouble, but faced with these two dread figures, they dared not speak out.

Everyone knew these two hardly respected the hotel's premises, only occasionally showing deference to the owner; to them, everyone else might as well be a corpse.

Amid this hesitation, Francis had already begun to slowly control the blood of one of the individuals.

John had already realized that this man was a water-based magus, only his medium was the water within the human body.

This was a terrifying fact because the human body is largely composed of water, including blood and other bodily fluids.

The slightest manipulation of these could be lethal.

In actual combat, if one could extract an opponent's blood, would the opponent still have the strength to fight back?

"A supreme-tier warrior?" John looked at Francis incredulously.

For a military commander to be merely at the supreme-tier seemed almost unbelievable, especially since even the so-called Benjamin beside him was at the transcendent-tier!

"A mere Stellar Bureau, hardly worth mentioning in your eyes, right? After all, you are the one who defeated the Immortal Messenger and saved so many young lords and ladies of the capital. Your future seems boundless."

Francis's smile had gradually faded as he calmly laid out John's entire background.

John was prepared for this, but Silver Tear and Dark Fox beside him couldn't help but grip their weapons tighter, surprised by the revelations.

If they really had to fight here, they wondered if the hotel staff would take issue with them.

John felt that the situation was not as simple as it seemed.

After all, quite some time had passed since the beginning of this ordeal, and although people had been injured, no one from the Rose Hotel had intervened from start to finish.

Didn't that clearly indicate their stance and position?

Even if the hotel owner showed him some favor, to others, these matters appeared far from straightforward.

"Flattery will get you nowhere. I merely saved a few people, no need to keep harping on about it. If you want me to save someone, why don't you die first? Maybe if I'm in a good mood, I might just save you too."

Everyone involuntarily gasped, looking at John as if he were a fool.

By now, most of the individuals with any real power had left, and those who remained were without exception, formidable fighters—each at least of gold-tier strength or above.

Yet at this moment, they looked at this young man as if they were staring at a dead man.

Madness!

He was utterly audacious!

How dare he speak such words in front of these two heavyweights?!

Did he no longer wish to live, or did he truly believe his own power was sufficient to be so brazen and arrogant in their presence?

John remained nonchalant, unaffected by the glares of others, sitting leisurely as if Francis's threats had no impact on him whatsoever.

"Interesting, the young man indeed has strength, but having strength does not mean you have everything in this day and age. I advise you to think carefully before you answer me."

The next second, Silver Tear's expression drastically changed! She could distinctly feel the pressure on her life force altering, as if an invisible force was relentlessly squeezing her arm.

The pain from her arm made her gasp involuntarily, and the next moment, she saw all the capillaries in her arm burst, with blood slowly floating into the air, forming tiny spheres of blood!

Silver Tear's pupils dilated dramatically, and even Dark Fox beside her couldn't help but gasp.

They were acutely aware of their own abilities!

Even when facing a supreme-tier fighter, they might not win, but they were certainly capable of defending themselves.

However, in that moment, they felt utterly locked down, without even a chance to flee.