Bab 47: Mycelia

Tyr rubbed his foot, digging Tearch's face into the ground some more.

A few surprised laughs and dramatic noises of astonishment sounded from the crowd of people behind Tyr standing outside of their vehicles.

"Haha... hahaha! Look at that! He just stomped on his head!"

"What!? Where? Let me see!"

"What the hell am I looking at?"

"Did that bastard willingly oblige to that!?"

Hanzo furrowed his brows, 'That was the same look on the Polaris Tiger's eyes before Tyr tamed it somehow... just what is that ability?' He questioned, impressed.

The other bandits were at a loss, their eyes as wide as planets and their jaws gaped to the floor.

"H-hey... this guy. He kind of resembles the brat who took down Bilweif."

"W-what?"

"Wait a minute..."

A few bandits exclaimed, their eyes dancing in realization as they slowly began to back up.