“So it’s a little rookie, huh.” The woman gently pinched Amy’s cheek with her hand. “Even though you’ve grown in all the right places, you definitely don’t have the charm of a gentleman like you, sir. Sir, would you like a fortune-telling? It’s very cheap, only 5 gold coins.”

“When did the world change? I haven’t been out and about for five years—has there been inflation? I remember a standard magical divination only cost 2 silver coins.” Ethan Brooks plopped himself down on the table in front of the woman, made a hand gesture to the waiter that only insiders would understand, and unabashedly stared at the woman’s chest with a lecherous look as he spoke.

“Oh sir, how can you say that? Look at this icy, snowy world—do you think making money is easy? How about I give you a free reading: if you don’t let me tell your fortune, you’re about to be in big trouble.”

“Oh, really? Is your fortune-telling accurate?” Ethan Brooks took the wine glass just handed to him by the waiter, touched his nose, and asked leisurely.

“Hey, kid, you dare to flirt with my woman too.” The mountain berserker from earlier was clearly in league with the battle witch. He pointed menacingly at Amy’s forehead. “Pay compensation to your grandpa. You’ve stared at my woman’s chest a few times—ten gold coins for each look. Otherwise, don’t even think about leaving tonight.” The noisy bar quickly fell silent.

“Trash is trash.” Ethan Brooks stared at the berserker, reached out and touched the woman’s chest. “Not only did I look over a hundred times, I even touched it. So what?”

“Amy, in this world, only the strong survive. Throw them out, or you won’t get dinner tonight.” The disreputable middle-aged man didn’t care at all about the trouble he’d caused. After tossing out his baggage, he sat in a suitable spot, stretched out his legs, and put his snow-soaked boots up on the table, settling in for some pre-dinner entertainment.

The berserker seemed quite satisfied not to have to pick a fight with the middle-aged man. He picked up the signature weapon of the mountain berserkers from the table—a long battle axe. Several of his companions quickly cleared the area behind him.

Amy took off the two-handed sword from his back and stepped back slightly.

The Treehouse Bar was truly huge. Even with a dueling ground set up here, it only took up about a tenth of the place.

“Kid, go to hell—!” With a furious roar, the berserker’s body seemed to swell by two sizes. He charged forward with incredible speed, bringing his two-handed axe down from above. Amy’s two-handed sword met the blow with all his strength.

The axe was deflected, but the berserker didn’t pause at all. The battle axe traced a small arc and swung toward Amy’s shoulder. The longsword adjusted slightly and met the attack. The axe slid down the blade to the ground, then instantly bounced up, aiming for the abdomen. Amy’s sword couldn’t be recovered in time, so he used the hilt to block the axe with all his might.

“Not bad, kid, you can handle my triple combo.” The berserker looked at Amy with disdain. “But, go to hell. Afterimage attack.” A massive surge of anger radiated from the berserker’s pores. As he moved in a small area, each movement left a semi-transparent afterimage in place—one, two, three, four...

“Careful, he’s a high-level berserker. Even the afterimages can attack.” Encountering such a rare high-level berserker in this environment, Ethan Brooks lost his appetite. In open combat, an ordinary berserker could handle more than five two-handed sword fighters, but a high-level berserker with four afterimages could take on over twenty. Berserkers were truly a nightmare in small-scale battles. Ethan Brooks was starting to regret it. “If you attack an afterimage, it’ll break.”

Sweat covered Amy’s palms as he faced this afterimage attack for the first time. At this moment, only two words filled Amy’s mind: “Go for it.”

Amy’s longsword swung twice in the air at lightning speed, and to everyone’s surprise, black afterimages of the sword appeared in front of Amy.

“Sword afterimage?” The bar, which had just turned as cold as the weather outside, instantly boiled over again. The legendary berserker afterimage attack and the two-handed sword fighter’s sword afterimage appeared at the same time, and the swordsman wielding the two-handed sword seemed to be only fourteen years old. Such an event was enough to be immortalized in the songs of bards.

Amid the berserker’s shock, Amy took a big stride, passed through his own sword afterimage, and appeared in front of the berserker who had been three meters away. The two-handed sword slashed left, center, and right in an instant, each leaving a black sword afterimage. The berserker already knew Amy’s strength could match his own, so he used his battle axe with all his might to block the lightning-fast sword shadows. The four afterimages around him also closed in, their semi-transparent axes striking at Amy from four directions.

The cry of “Afterimage!” startled the people in the Mage Guild, Thieves’ Guild, and Mercenaries’ Guild in the three corners of the bar. More and more people poured out from the guilds to watch this rare battle.

From the Mage Guild emerged an elderly mage with white hair and beard. His long blue robe was tattered and full of holes, and a badge pinned to his chest showed that he was a grand mage with limitless magical power.