As a Villain I Really Don’t Want To Be Pursued by the Heroine

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Leanne’s lackeys hesitate to strike, wary of Roy’s status, daring not to make a move.

But Leanne barks, “What are you afraid of?”

“This is my turf, and he struck first! I am the son of a duke, and you’re under my protection against a mere marquis’ son!”

The young lackeys, ever loyal dogs to Leanne, emboldened by his assurance, bare their fangs at Roy like hyenas.

Roy, quick as a flash, shields Alice behind him.

“Alice, get back!”

“Master!”

Amidst the girl’s cry, six or seven assailants swarm, countless blows raining down on Roy!

Truth be told, Roy lacks fighting experience; his earlier kick was fueled by rage. Now, facing a gang of vicious young thugs, doubts creep in.

Yet, the anticipated pain from a beating doesn’t come. Instead, there’s a flurry of ‘huffs and hahs,’ the incoming punches soft as pillows stuffed with cotton.

On the contrary, the attackers, after a brief flurry of blows, let out heart-wrenching screams, clutching their bloodied fists and broken limbs, rolling in agony.

Almost forgot, I’m a transcendent now!

“Reinforced Iron Bones” grant me resilience far beyond the ordinary!

“Didn’t your mother teach you not to hit the face?”

Roy lifts one still standing, delivering a stiff uppercut to his chin.

As the saying goes, a wild punch can kill a master, and this was an amateur’s blow, yet it sends the young thug soaring, taking a full two seconds before crashing down like trash.

“Run, run!”

“He’s a transcendent now!”

How could Roy let off those who bullied Alice? With one punch per person, accompanied by cries of agony, he leaves none standing.

So this is the might of a Rank 9 transcendent?

Roy was momentarily bewildered.

But then, a call snapped him back to reality.

“Master, be careful!”

At the warning, Roy reacted, stepping back sharply, just as a swift, dark shadow sliced through the air in front of his chest.

With a rip, Roy’s dress shirt was torn open, a large gash across the front, thankfully not reaching his skin.

The attacker was none other than Ryan.

That razor-sharp strike had come from his fingertips.

Roy’s gaze grew intense.

The Raymond family’s Silver Bloodline, “Steel Wrist,” on par with “Iron Blood,” was extraordinary for its ability to harden the wrists and ankles, making close-quarters combat prowess among the best in the Silver Bloodlines.

Especially since Raymond’s talent was not lacking, and he had stepped into the extraordinary even earlier than Roy.

A real fight would not be so simple.

Roy wasn’t worried about his own safety.

The maids and guards in the distance were stirring, and it wouldn’t be long before nobles arrived to stop the brawl.

But what of it? Due to the entanglements of power and influence, the punishment for Ryan was bound to be light; he would still pose a threat to Alice next time.

Roy needed to hurt Ryan before that.

To inflict a pain he would remember for a lifetime.

“Who would have thought, you’ve already become an extraordinary being? Now we’re evenly matched.” Ryan clenched his fist, teeth gritted in hatred.

“Are you stalling for time?” Roy said lightly.

“What?”

Roy glanced at him with disdain: “You dare to strike at my maid, but now you hesitate with me, resorting to idle talk to stall for time, waiting for your father to save you?”

“Don’t get too cocky! Today, I’ll make you understand that you are the most useless trash in the kingdom of Laine!”

Ryan’s last shred of rationality was burned away by rage, his hands turning pitch black, gleaming with a bone-chilling sharpness under the lights!

A flurry of punches came, Roy dodging again and again, barely evading, the sound of the wind howling past his ears with each heavy blow!

The surrounding tables were smashed to pieces by the hammer-like punches, instantly creating a scene of devastation.

Although he possessed “Steel Bones,” Roy had no desire to meet the blows with his flesh.

“Steel Bones” was a common skill among close combat specialized bloodlines, and “Steel Wrist” naturally had it too, plus the ability to harden limbs, making its power quite formidable.

Their defensive abilities were the same, but what Roy lacked was offense!

Dodging Ryan’s hook punch by a hair’s breadth once more, Roy suddenly opened his hand, casting “Weapon Projection.”

This was the true core ability of “Iron Blood”!

In a flash of lightning, a short sword slowly materialized in Roy’s hand.

Yet in Ryan’s eyes, a fierce light shone; he lunged forward with a punch, heedless of form, forcing Roy to interrupt his **Weapon Projection** and continue retreating.

Their figures intertwined, and in haste, Roy swung a punch at his face.

But when they steadied themselves, Roy clutched his bruised right fist in pain, while Ryan stood unharmed, his sinister smile unscathed.

“You naive fool, did you think I was unaware of the **Iron Blood** ability?”

“**Iron Blood** weapon condensation takes time. From the moment you appeared without your weapon ready, you had already lost!”

In noble circles, the abilities of each family are no secret. Especially for Ryan, who loves brawling and causing trouble, his combat experience is nothing short of vast—

That’s why he harbored such an illusion.

The illusion that he could win.

Like a wolf driving its prey into a corner, Ryan leaped fiercely, covering meters in an instant, arms wide open, ready to tear Roy apart.

But as he was about to reach Roy’s face, a loud clang resounded—a hard, thick object, clearly made of iron, smacked right onto Ryan’s forehead!

The wolf howled, its ferocity gone, clutching its blood-red head as it staggered back, eyes wide in a daze, not understanding what had just happened.

“What’s the matter, can’t handle a single hit?”

Roy sighed in exasperation, his steps swift as he attacked once more.

This time, Ryan finally saw the weapon in his hand.

It was a…

Brick????

Rather than a brick, it was more like a lump of iron.

Roy wouldn’t foolishly bring a sword to alert Ryan, but he wasn’t planning to fight unarmed either.

The more intricate the **Weapon Projection**, the more time it needed, even a short sword required several seconds to condense.

But for a solid chunk of iron, a moment was all it took!

The instant Roy covered his fist was to shield the opponent’s view, to hide the iron mass in his hand.

Perhaps Roy lacked experience, but in terms of understanding and imagination of supernatural abilities, he was enough to bridge the gap in experience!

Who said **Weapon Projection** could only project swords?

How is a large iron brick not a weapon? That’s just a lack of imagination on your part, arr!

But as Roy was about to swing the large iron brick to pursue his victory, a cold voice interrupted.

“Stop!”

“Make another move, and I’ll ruin this little girl!”

Roy turned to look and saw, to his surprise, that Alice had somehow fallen into the hands of a burly dandy!