I Am A Notorious Hidden Boss In The Alternate World

"Beheaded for disrespecting a noble, huh?" Albion muttered. 

Shortly after, his easy-going expression quickly turned cold and indifferent before he said, "Whether you are a noble or not does not matter. Only strength matters. So, you better watch your attitude when you speak to me." 

"Then I will show you true strength, you ignorant brat! I'll take your arm first!" Lord Rathal roared.

In an instance, Lord Rathal exploded with his cultivation at the Early-stage Spirit Consolidation Realm and closed the gap between him and Albion without warning. 

In the next moment, he raised his hand and swung down quickly with a downward chop.

Bam!

The chop landed squarely on Albion's left shoulder, causing the ground beneath Albion's feet to crack under the sheer force immediately. 

However, Albion stood firm on the spot without budging an inch and as stable as a mountain. 

"Oh yeah… That hit the spot." Albion exclaimed as if an itch had been scratched before he requested, "Now if you don't mind doing the other side too."

"What!" 

Lord Rathal immediately staggered backward with shock written over his face. 

At the same time, the bystanders also widened their eyes and dropped their jaws with sheer shock and surprise. 

Everyone could sense Albion's cultivation at the Mid-stage Spirit Refinement Realm. 

As such, he came as a greater surprise to them that he could endure the blow of an Early-stage Spirit Consolidation Realm cultivator even when it wasn't Lord Rathal's full strength. 

This was especially so when they saw that Albion did not put up any energy defense backed by his Early-stage Spirit Refinement Realm cultivation.

How strong was his mortal body?!

"You… how can your body be so tough?! Are you a divine beast in humanoid form?!" Lord Rathal questioned Albion with disbelief. 

Nevertheless, Albion's expression remained casual as he asked, "Is this what you want to ask after hitting someone stronger than you? Shouldn't you beg for your life or something?"

Although Albion was so strong that Lord Rathal's attack did nothing to him, he wasn't someone who would just let people hit him without paying the adequate price. 

"This…" 

Albion's words awoke Lord Rathal from his shock. 

But before he could say anything, Albion clenched his fist and said, "I guess it's my turn. Just so you know, my fist is very strong. You might die, you know? So you better clench your teeth and hope for the best.

"W-Wait!"

"Eat my fist!"

Albion raised his clenched fist and took a step forward, causing Lord Rathal to guard his face. 

However, while facing down, the expected blow did not come immediately. Instead, he saw the person's rising knee aiming for his stomach. 

Lord Rathal decided for a split instance and leaped backward. Simultaneous, a subtle green glow suffused his outer body as he raised his energy defense in the unlikelihood of getting hit. 

Meanwhile, Albion quickly knew that his knee would not connect and decided to extend his rising knee into a kick to reach the person in that split-second decision.

In that instance, Lord Rathal's face paled at the incoming kick.

"Huh? This angle…"

Ka-cha!

Albion's kick landed squarely between Lord Rathal's legs and shattered his energy defense like it was nothing.

"Ahhhh—!" 

Lord Rathal squealed like a pig's cry, echoing throughout the establishment. The male bystanders all flinched and felt imaginary pain in their groins.

"Ah, shit… I busted another nut without thinking," Albion uttered and scratched his head with distress, "Why did you move for?"

Several male elves' lips twitched instantly. 

Seeing how easily Lord Rathal's energy defense shattered, the blow would have ruptured his internal organs and forfeited his life. 

It was either his life or the lives of his future generation.

Albion used his [Eyes of Ashura] to take a quick peek at the person's state before his lips also twitched. 

One nut was fine, but the other was beyond the state of recovery.

'Half this person's future generations definitely went to see King Yama…' Albion thought before he suddenly paused, 'Oh, wait… I AM King Yama.'

"Sir, thank you for your help." The female waiter shortly approached Albion and said out of concern and fear, "But you should quickly get out of here. Attacking a noble is a grave crime worthy of death. You should go before you get caught, Sir."

Although the person helped her teach the greedy noble a lesson, she could not help but be fearful of Albion—as was everyone else. 

In their eyes, Albion was an extremely ruthless elf. 

After all, elves were blessed with long lifespans. But in return for that long lifespan, they had terrible reproductivity.

One can only imagine how hard it would be for Lord Rathal to have descendants with half a nut left.

"You don't need to worry about me." Albion lifted his hood with a smile and said, "If I were afraid of such things, I would not have spoken nor taken any action against the noble."

"But…" The female waiter wanted to persuade Albion, but she was captivated by his handsome appearance.

Suddenly, a clear yet pleasant voice from upstairs made her snap out of it. 

"Tilly, have the guards throw Lord Rathal outside and invite our esteemed guest upstairs to meet me. Nothing will happen to him in my presence."

The female waiter's eyes lit up immediately at the sound of the familiar voice. 

She quickly turned her head to the source of the voice upstairs before saying excitedly, "Your Highness! You were watching the whole time?"

"Mm." The person nodded.

At the same time, many pairs of eyes shot over before everyone present became startled. 

As it turns out, the owner of Willow's Secret was a member of the royal family, and it was none other than the first princess, Princess Floria. 

The female waiter, Tilly, shortly turned back to Albion before inviting him politely, "Sir, my Lady wishes to see you on the top floor. Will you accept?" 

"Of course." 

Albion gave his answer after a brief moment of consideration. 

Although he expected Willow's Secret to have a big backer, he did not expect it to be a member of the royal family. 

Even without his intervention, the greedy noble would not have been successful in his scheme.

Throughout the ordeal, Fenriri had stayed quiet by Albion's side. 

However, at this point, she could not help but whisper to him curiously, "Weren't we going to low-key collection information here, Master?"

"Different situations call for different approaches," Albion patted her on the head.

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