Crash! Boom! Shatter!

The pedestrians, walking down the Red Lip Avenue, heard the ruckus happening inside the glorious Amour Brothel and quickly left the area.

They'd rather stay out of the trouble because the Amour Brothel was infamously known as a place for the Blessed Ones.

Those without Blessed powers should stay away from that place.

Currently, inside the brothel, Leroy hurled tables across the room, and Kael had to dodge them as if he were in the middle of a battlefield.

"Huff…"

Genevieve took a puff of the red drug pipe, looked at the mess caused by Leroy, and just shook her head.

"Annabelle. After the fight is over, if Leroy is still breathing, tell him that he owes me a new table."

"M-Me? Okay, madam…"

Annabelle nodded nervously.

While dodging the tables, Kael pointed the revolver at Leroy with both hands, closed his left eye, and tried to really focus.

Since he couldn't penetrate the thick skin of a Primal, he thought that maybe his eyeball wasn't as durable.

However, that would require a really accurate shot, which he did not have at the moment.

Before he could squeeze the trigger, another chair came flying in, and Kael lowered the revolver before rolling out of the way.

With a stomp, Leroy crossed the distance, put his large fist next to his broad body, and thrust his fist forward.

Those of the Primal Pathway were borrowers of power.

They borrow the power of the Ancient Gods, and Titans. Those Gods, and Titans took the form of beasts, animals, and other mythical entities.

Leroy imagined a Minotaur—the head and tail of a bull with the body of a man—it became his Mind Image.

It made the speed of his fist quicker—so quick that it appeared in front of Kael instantaneously—and he had no chance at dodging.

Kael braced for the impact by crossing his arms in front of his body—the fist landed like a wrecking ball—and he was sent flying across the room.

He flew through the wall, into the hallway wall on the other side, and crumpled to the floor in a heap.

"Wahahahahaha!"

Leroy laughed maniacally, put his arms high in victory, and turned to the upper floor, where Annabelle and Genevieve resided.

"I've won, and I am here to confess my love to you, Annabelle. Be mine, as I am strong and powerful beyond compare!

"You don't have to work in this establishment any longer. Just become my woman, and you don't have to worry about anything anymore!"

Genevieve took a smoke at the red drug pipe, saw that Annabelle was fidgeting with uncomfortable look, and sighed.

"She is not interested, Leroy."

She said since she knew that Annabelle wouldn't dare to, and Leroy didn't have enough guts to fight Genevieve.

It was because Genevieve was High Ranker.

"Annabelle, do you really want to stay in a brothel? I know you don't want this life!"

Leroy shouted.

"Leroy… Leave me alone; I am happy where I am. It's the place where I belong, and if I wanted to leave, I could've already!"

Annabelle shouted.

Bang!

At that moment, a bullet flew and hit Leroy in the temple. It just made him rock to the side.

It didn't kill him.

"You're really starting to piss me off."

Leroy said coldly, turned to the broken wall, and saw Kael stumble to his feet with the black revolver in his right hand.

The punch caused Kael's left arm to fall limp. It felt like it was broken.

He put the black revolver in the armpit of his broken left arm, reached out to his pocket with his right, and pulled out the candies.

After crafting them into bullets, he slid them inside the chamber and snapped it back shut before cocking the revolver.

"Huff… huff… huff…"

Kael breathed heavily, lifted the black revolver, and aimed at Leroy, who was slowly advancing towards him.

'Six bullets… It isn't enough… I should run away… No!'

Kael's eyes turned bloodshot.

'Embrace the danger. Pretend, keep pretending that you're not scared. Show no fear.'

With a scream of pain, he also lifted his left arm, pointed his empty right hand at Leroy, and then pushed his divinity to the extreme.

While the Primals were the borrowers of the power, Outlaws were the conquerors of their own power.

In his left hand, black smoke gathered and formed a shape that looked like a long-barreled revolver.

It took the shape, turned solid, and became yet another black revolver.

Double Black Revolvers!

"Oho~"

Marceau looked at Kael with a smile, put his chin on top of his hand, and whistled the tune of a song.

"That must hurt. The level 1 Outlaws simply don't have enough divine capacity in their little weak vessels to handle double summoning."

Kael gritted his teeth; blood came from his throat and colored his teeth with blood-red coloring. It was as if he was suffering from internal bleeding.

With both thumbs, Kael pushed the chamber out of the revolvers, checked, and saw both revolvers had six bullets each.

'It does look like the second black revolver is just a copy and paste of the first one. Otherwise, its barrel would be empty and thus useless.

'I don't have any divinity left to craft more bullets, and I feel like my brain is ripping in half the longer I try to keep up this summoning!'

"Ragh!"

Leroy roared like a mad beast—he tore his shirt off—and charged at Kael with the madness of a real minotaur.

Stronger and more real—he began imagining the minotaur image clearer inside his mind—thus he became even stronger.

It also helped Leroy to increase his divinity. He reached the peak of the third level. If he now went to the altar, he would certainly become level 4 Primal!

At that moment, Kael pulled the triggers of the two black revolvers and shot Leroy in the chest.

It did nothing to stop his rampage.

"Ten…"

Kael coldly whispered, lifted the revolvers to aim at Leroy's head, and pulled the triggers yet again.

The recoil hit his arms, and his broken left arm, if it had a mouth, would be screaming hail marys.

One of the bullets grazed Leroy's ear, and the other ricocheted off Leroy's cheek, leaving only a bloody bruise mark.

"Eight…"

He whispered.

At that moment, Leroy's fist came forward, and Kael rolled out of the way while the fist smashed through the brick wall.

With a dark look, Leroy followed Kael with his gaze, and if he were to wear a minotaur's mask right now, it would be easy to think of him as a real minotaur.