The Winchester brothers were dumbfounded. Especially Sam. He had just learned that he had been targeted by the Yellow-Eyed Demon since childhood, had demon blood in his body, and his mother and girlfriend might have died tragically because of him. Then, he turned around and heard about some Sacred Land Sage with prophetic abilities saying he might be the Child of Prophecy?
Looking at the bewildered Winchester brothers, Shane chuckled inwardly, stood up, walked to Dean, and handed the cup full of blood to Anna. Incidentally, he exchanged numbers with Dean.
After Anna put down the cup, he smiled and said it was getting late, then left the room with Olivia and Anna.
"Gently I leave, as gently as I came; I wave my sleeve, not taking away a single cloud."
Shane didn't take away the Winchester brothers' doubts; instead, he left them with even more questions.
The motel corridor was outdoors. The lights on the corridor shone with bright yellow light. Anna curiously asked Shane in a low voice, "That Sam, is he really the Child of Prophecy?"
"Definitely."
Olivia had blind trust in Shane regarding supernatural powers: "Sam was fed demon blood since childhood. His mother and girlfriend died tragically because of him. The big villain forced him to give up a stable life. Supernatural creatures actively approach him. Movies always play out like this. In the end, the big villain definitely wants to use Sam to conquer humanity or destroy the world or something, but Sam ends up turning the tables and killing him, saving the world."
It did sound like a Child of Prophecy script.
Clang!
A wine bottle landed in front of them from a distance, smashing on the ground.
Shane frowned and looked at the drunkard walking over from the parking lot.
The drunkard was big and burly, wearing a cheap, sloppy T-shirt. His exposed arms were covered in tattoos. At a glance, he was a gang member.
"Hey kid, nice chicks. Two chicks. Can your small body handle it? Why don't I help you share the burden?" The drunkard looked at Olivia and Anna with lewd eyes, then pointed arrogantly at Shane. "Look at your tender skin and flesh. If you don't want to get beaten, hand over your wallet. After I've had enough fun, if you're willing to kneel and beg me, maybe I'll return these two chicks to you."
Provocation? Robbery?
This seemed to be the first time Shane truly encountered such a thing since transmigrating. Last time in Brooklyn, he was interrupted by Luke. He had to say, this drunkard finally let him feel the real side of this country, and finally gave him a chance to slap a hooligan in the face.
Hooligans are indispensable existences in face-slapping dramas.
Reaching out to stop Olivia and Anna, who were ready to act, Shane was eager to try: "Let me handle this."
Since coming to this world, he had fought shape-shifters, Wendigos, werewolves, and vampires. He hadn't had a proper fight with a human yet.
"Weak chicken. Watch me beat you until your teeth cover the floor."
Shane didn't obediently hand over his wallet and the girls and scram, which made the drunkard feel his deterrence was insulted. Anger surged, his expression turned ferocious, and he swung a fist directly at Shane's face.
I said I'll make your teeth cover the floor, so I'll make your teeth cover the floor.
This guy must fight a lot. Even though he had been drinking, his thick arms were indeed powerful, and his punch was fast.
Smack.
Shane blocked outward with his left arm, stepped forward, and struck the drunkard's face repeatedly with his right elbow.
The speed of the first elbow strike accelerated to twenty-five miles per hour within a quarter of a second. In the following three-quarters of a second, the second elbow strike followed closely, its power basically unchanged. By using the hard point of the elbow to attack, he not only produced double the damage output but could also cause the drunkard's nasal bone to fracture, facial bones to break, and inflict extremely tragic wounds.
Splurt...
The drunkard's eyes went stiff, blood spraying from the corner of his mouth. His burly body staggered backward involuntarily. Shane supported his balance with his right foot, leaned his body slightly inward, raised his left leg high, bent his knee, extended, and delivered a high whip kick directly to the drunkard's head.
This kind of whip kick can generate tremendous power. The force generated by powerful thigh muscles, conducted through the knee, can accelerate the foot's movement speed from zero to 21 miles per hour within a third of a second. This kick was enough to kick the nose bone into the brain.
Bang!
The heavy impact sound was clearly audible. The drunkard's face twisted rapidly to the other side. His massive body flew into the air, spun half a circle, and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Face covered in blood, spitting white teeth, his entire face a bloody mess. His eyes were unfocused and silent, his body twitching unconsciously. It looked like he was done for.
From the engagement to the end, from shouting about making Shane look for his teeth on the floor to being beaten until his teeth covered the floor, the whole process took... three seconds!
Shane looked at the drunkard on the ground and shook his head in disappointment. Whether in strength or speed, he hadn't used his full power. He thought a hooligan who dared to actively provoke and pick a fight would be good at fighting. And this was it?
"Are you going to loot the corpse? A guy like this probably won't drop anything valuable." Seeing Olivia walk towards the drunkard, Shane said casually, "He's not dead yet. Give him to Anna."
Anna looked surprised. "You want to save a person like this?"
For a hooligan who actively provoked and robbed them, letting him go would already be a grace. And he wanted to save him?
"Save my ass. I'm telling you to turn him. This is a sealing ninjutsu experimental material delivered to our door."
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