Protagonist?Antagonist? I Reject Both

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Outside the bustling zone, a group of men laughing boisterously walked through the chaotic crowd.

Emanating an aura similar to a bully, they eyed anyone who dared to close near them.

"Did you hear?" one man said, his expression one of amused disbelief.

"They said Leon was here. They even made a big announcement for that guy," another added, his face twisted in a sneer.

"Yeah, that fucker thinks he really thinks he something special. With Young Master Han around, they're clearly more afraid of Leon than him," a third man chimed in, glancing derisively at Han Yun.

Han Yun, leaning against a nearby wall with a smirk, nodded dismissively. "Hmm! He's nothing but shit. Do you really think he's that capable?"

"If he was, why hasn't he gone beyond and attacked the Black Demon's hideout?" someone else retorted, their eyes narrowing.

"That's exactly what I'm saying. Unlike Young Master Han, who led a squad to kill the Black Demon across the border, what can that pussy Leon do?" a fourth man scoffed.

"We heard he's got an army of ghosts. Maybe it's some ancient inheritance that left him with a bunch of ghosts. Without them, he's nothing," Han Yun said, spitting on the ground with a contemptuous grin.

"Just a pathetic weakling who is gracing in rumors. Just make him stand before me, I will show him the real deal.."

As they laughed and mocked Leon, a voice rang out from behind them. "Take it back!" Turning their heads, they saw a young man, no older than nineteen, standing with a fierce glare. His face was flushed with anger, and his fists were clenched tightly.

"Kid, are you lost? You don't seem to belong here," one of them said, his tone dripping with condescension.

Ignoring the comment, the kid shouted again, his voice dripping with venom, "Take it back! You don't know the might of Brother Leon, you bastard!"

At that moment, Lucien's eyes narrowed in surprise as he heard a voice in his head.

[Hey, Lucien, what the hell? All of them are Martial Lords while that guy's a Martial King. Don't ignore him.]

Han Yun's smirk widened. "Are you that idiot Leon's underling?"

"I am. So what? Are you going to apologize?" Lucien shouted, his voice full of defiance.

Han Yun waved his hand dismissively. "Beat him down."

"As you say, Young Master..Come beat this unruly lost kid."

Five Martial Lords lunged at Lucien without giving him any leeway.

Lucien materialized his spear, swung it sharply, each motion fluid and powerful. His spear cut through the air leaving behind a sharp whoosh, meeting their strikes with a series of clashing metallic sounds.

Lucien's feet moved deftly, shifting his weight to evade and counter the incoming attacks. The spear whirled in a graceful arc, deflecting blows and landing sharp thrusts on his opponents.

The combat was a flurry of rapid strikes and swift dodges, Lucien's focused expression reflecting his determination.

"Don't you have shame?Ganging up on a Martial Lord?"Lucien shouted.

"So, what? This is a real fight and you can't cry on the battlefield about the number advantage."

"Ahhh!"Lucien greeted and spun around his spear.

As the five Martial Lords closed in on Lucien, the atmosphere crackled with tension. Each combatant was armed with a weapon, and the clash began with a sudden, coordinated assault. One of the Martial Lords, brandishing a broad axe, swung heavily at Lucien's head. Lucien parried the blow with his spear swing as the axe's blade scraped against the shaft. The force of the impact reverberated through his arms, but he maintained his stance.

Another assailant, wielding a longsword, made a low, sweeping cut aimed at Lucien's legs. Lucien sidestepped just in time and the blade went missing him by inches. With a swift jab from his spear, he forced the swordsman back, pushing him off balance.

A third foe, armed with dual short swords, closed in with a flurry of rapid slashes from both sides. Lucien spun his spear in a defensive circle, the short swords clanging against the spear's midsection. He used the spear's reach to keep the blades at bay and struck back with a series of quick thrusts.

The fourth attacker, wielding a spiked mace, swung in a wide arc, aiming to crush Lucien's defenses. Lucien ducked under the swing, narrowly avoiding the deadly spikes. He thrust his spear forward, forcing the mace-wielder to retreat with a grunt of frustration.

The final opponent, holding a spear of his own, aimed for a precise thrust. Lucien met the strike with his own spear, the two weapons locking in a brief stalemate but in the next moment, a clashing force erupted from Lucien's spear due to which the opponent's spear exploded.

In a split second, Lucien stepped forward to throw a kick. His foot connected with the opponent's shin, causing him to stumble and lose his footing.

Despite Lucien's skillful maneuvers and strategic counters, the overwhelming number of attackers began to take their toll. As he was engaged in the fight, a figure sneaked in from behind. With a powerful kick, the figure struck Lucien's back, sending him crashing to the

ground.

Just as Lucien attempted to rise but another brutal kick slammed into his chest, knocking the wind out of his chest.

He gasped, struggling to regain his footing as the five Martial Lords loomed over him casting expressions of satisfaction and triumph.

Lucien staggered, trying to rise from the ground. His vision became blurry, and the pain from the kicks left him gasping for breath. Determined to fight back, he gripped his spear tightly and scanned his surroundings, searching for any sign of his attackers.

But then, Han Yun's figure blurred into motion.

In the next moment, Han Yue was shot back with a terrific force bouncing on the ground.

Gritting his teeth, he got up with a scream, "I won't loose..."

Han Yun's image seemed to ripple and shift, moving so fast that Lucien could barely track his movements. The Martial Lords' mocking laughter filled the air as Han Yun darted around, his movements a blur of color and motion.

Lucien's eyes darted frantically from side to side, trying to pinpoint Han Yun's location. Each time he thought he had managed to spot him, Han Yun would appear somewhere else, his speed making him almost impossible to follow. Lucien swung his spear in wide arcs, hoping to catch the elusive figure, but each swing met nothing but empty air.

Suddenly, Han Yun's blurred form reappeared directly in front of Lucien. With a swift, powerful strike, Han Yun landed a crushing blow to Lucien's side. The impact sent Lucien sprawling, his spear flying from his hand. He crashed onto the ground with a heavy thud, the

wind knocked out of him.

Before Lucien could react, Han Yun appeared before him again. With a cold smirk, Han Yun kicked him in the ribs, sending a jolt of pain through his body. Lucien tried to shield himself, but the relentless barrage of strikes kept him on the ground, unable to mount any effective

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"Listen kid...It's good to have guts but..."

"You should have skills to back up your talks."

Saying this, Han Yun raised his feet to slam Lucien again but just then.

"Well said...I agree with your words."

"Who?"Han Yun shouted, alerted by an immense feeling of threat but just as he turned

around, something caught his neck.

All the hairs on his body stood up in fear and his heart almost burst out as an intense amount

of killing intent filled the space.

And at the corner of the eye, he noticed a gruel bloody eerie smile.