Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Chapter 173: Taunts

Tyr heard what the man had said, but had no reaction.

'High and mighty? Well... I guess I do believe that,' he pondered in his head as he continued to sip his drink in peace.

He wasn't affected by the man's words much at all, and definitely not enough to react in any sort of way.

The man with jagged teeth sneered at Tyr as the bar began to take note of what had just happened.

The man with messed-up teeth glanced around at the crowd, who was looking at him for some sort of reply after this slightly humiliating moment where his taunts were outright ignored.

The crowd also began to quiet down, anticipating a reply from the man.

Without any more delay, the man with jagged teeth barked out loud, "Ohh~~ you must really think you're some hot shit, attempting to ignore me. I can tell you're new around here... you better start acting less smart, or you might become my next bitch." He grinned at his friends as the crowd voiced their dramatic amusement at his jeers.

On hearing this, Tyr squinted slightly, 'Now that... that pisses me off a bit.' He thought to himself, turning around after a few seconds of silence.

He faced the man with jagged teeth straight on as most of the bar gazed toward him, eager to hear his response.

"Do I think I'm better than you?" Tyr asked, seeming almost offended by that question, "Does a bear shit in the woods?" He spoke with an almost joking, insulting tone of condescension.

On hearing this, a few couldn't help but burst into chuckles.

Quiet whispers also began to ripple around, but they were all drowned out as the man who had initially insulted Tyr abruptly stood up.

His face was shadowed, his expression fuming with rage as he gritted his teeth and flared his nostrils.

Seeing this, a hush fell over most people in the tavern. Those who hadn't gotten the memo were quickly tugged on the shoulder and told to be quiet.

A more serious atmosphere washed through the pub as even the other members of this 'Bruther Clan' stopped what they were doing and paid attention to their burly accomplice.

The man with jagged teeth revealed his tall height of 6'2'', which towered over most other people in the bar.

He had a bulky yet muscular physique, like a grizzly bear. He had hair all over his body except for his head, which was balding for the most part.

However, he had a long brown beard that lowered to his torso and was braided at the very bottom.

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He spoke with a deep, hatred-fueled tone: "What did you just say?" Anyone could tell the anger seeping out from his voice.

Tyr spun around in his seat, entertaining the brute and playing along, "What? You can't take a joke at your decrepit age?"

Tyr had thrown a direct insult at the man now, which seemed to shock the crowd, causing a gust of gasps to ripple throughout the room.

"Did he really just say that?"

"Who is that guy?"

"Uh..."

"This looks like it's about to get sketchy..."

The other Bruther Clan members turned in their chairs, facing Tyr with hostile looks on their faces.

The bartender from before gulped, sweat trickling down his forehead as a frown appeared on his face. 'What in the world is that young man thinking!? Does he think he's some sort of hero? To do all of this just for me... it's foolish! He doesn't even know who I am!'

A few silent eyes sitting in the corners of the bar also glanced over at Tyr at this moment.

Tyr, on the other hand, had a slight, unimpressed smirk on his face.

"You must want an early death..." the man with jagged teeth exclaimed, "I don't get to fulfill the wishes of suicidal men often... but then again, I've only lived the fresh age of a 25-year-old..."

Tyr scoffed on hearing this, "25? Yeah right!" He chuckled, pausing for a moment as the crowd furrowed their brows at his reaction, shocked and at a loss.

"Wait... you're serious?" Tyr said in a more normal tone after a few seconds, "Wow... you must have some shitty genetics. It looks like the gods decided to switch your chin and your scalp. I mean... seriously, is that your pet snake tied up for safekeeping down there?"

Although many tried desperately to stop themselves, they couldn't help but burst out into peals of laughter.

"P-p-phaha!"

"Ahaha!"

"Switched places!? Haha!"

The statement was too absurd and unexpected for even the fearing crowd to hold in their amusement.

Hearing all of this laughter around him, the burly man felt a flush of embarrassment wash through his face. He stood there, frozen for a moment.

"That's it... I've had enough of your shit. I tried to give you a chance... but you just keep insisting on getting your ass beat." The man stormed forward with heavy steps.

He arrived before Tyr within seconds, capturing the silence of the crowd again as they looked on to see what would happen next.

The man raised his hand and tightly grabbed onto Tyr's shoulder.

Tyr had a nonchalant expression. His eyes slowly looked into the eyes of the man standing above him and then turned to face the hand on his shoulder.

Seeing this, the other members of the Bruther Clan seemed to sit back in their chairs, feeling relieved.

"Cheh! I actually thought the brat was a bit of a threat, seeing the way he was speaking," one said, turning to the other with a smirk.

"He's just a loudmouth, it seems..."

"Well, it doesn't matter now, does it?" one asked rhetorically, "Hamo's strength is unparalleled. His Ancestral Ability makes his grip more powerful than a damn Warden Rank Beast..."

Another nodded on hearing this, "Yep... once Hamo has got you within his grasp, you're fucking done for..."

Tyr exhaled, 'The fool really just had to go and step in my way...' he thought to himself. 'Well... since he's a bad guy, maybe I can get some exp from this encounter, and not leave empty-handed.'

He paused, 'Eh... but then again, do I want to mess with the city's main clan that much? Hmm... well, I guess that's to decide in a few seconds. Firstly, I need to get this pig's filthy hands off of me.'

At that moment, Tyr pushed his feet into the ground and began to stand up.

Experiencing the force of Tyr's legs, the man addressed as 'Hamo' by his comrades pressed down even harder. His eyes widened as an instant reaction to the force he felt on his hand right now.

However, it wasn't like he was going to actually let the brat stand up.

'My entire reputation is the ability to do this. This cunt really thinks he can overpower me?' After thinking this, a red aura surrounded his hand, increasing the force applied to Tyr's shoulder.

Despite this, Tyr still had a confident smirk on his face.

"Pfft!" Hamo exclaimed, "Don't even try it, motherfucke--" He suddenly stopped speaking as an immense, machine-like power drove up through his arm.

"W-what?" He exclaimed out loud in shock as Tyr slowly began to stand through the oppressive force.

The crowd, who had already decided that the incident was over after seeing Hamo grab the young man, were now entranced by what they were seeing, their attention pulled back in.

"W-what?"

"No way... that guy... he's overpowering Hamo's death grip."

"What the fuck..."

Tyr fully stood up, towering over even this brute by 2 inches and staring down at his face with an unimpressed expression.

"Go to a dentist," Tyr said, the side of his lip curling with disgust.

"What?" Hamo responded.

He was immediately met by a devastating punch to the stomach—nearly popping his eyes out of his sockets as he was folded in half like an omelet.

All the air in his lungs was evicted instantly as he fell over onto Tyr's arm, completely unconscious.