"Hahaha!" A hearty laugh echoed loudly within the tavern.
The voice that had just burst into laughter now spoke softly, "Is this all you've got?" The low, deep tone was filled with confidence.
In contrast, the man sitting opposite him was groaning repeatedly.
"Ugh...!" He was struggling to move the massive hand that pinned him down, trying desperately to shift it.
However, the giant's arm, like a log, did not budge an inch.
"Yawn. This is boring."
The giant yawned and casually tossed his arm aside.
Bang! The table where the two sat shook violently, as if it might break.
The man, who had been lifted momentarily into the air, fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth.
"Ah! My bones, my bones are broken..."
"Stop whining. It's just a little muscle strain."
With a wave of his hand, the giant signaled to the onlookers, who quickly helped the man to his feet.
They were accustomed to this, as if they had done it many times before.
The giant then grabbed a piece of meat piled high beside him and began to chew it noisily, glancing around.
"Is there no one else? Just breaking one of my fingers would earn you ten taels of silver."
He wiggled his thick finger, which seemed to be three times the size of an ordinary person's.
Just moments ago, he had been arm wrestling with just one finger.