Upon Gandalf's command, several of his men drew their weapons and rushed toward Darryl frantically.
Darryl did not panic at all, even when those men were approaching him. However, he feigned a frightened look on his face and shouted, "Oh, I'm just a passerby. You can't bash me up even if you don't like me!"
Darryl pretended to turn around to flee. However, he was mustering his internal energy discreetly.
The next second, Darryl struck the first guy he saw in the chest. The man groaned as he was sent flying by the impact. He passed out after landing hard on the ground!
What?
Gandalf and the rest of his men were all taken aback by the sight.
'What's happening? That kid has no saint energy. How did he manage to strike my man down?'
At the same time, Madeline, who was hiding in the dark, also furrowed her eyebrows. She looked at Darryl with a conflicted expression.
'How did he do it?'
"F*ck!"
Finally, Gandalf reacted and yelled, "Kill him! Blackie must have drunk too much just now and tripped." Blackie was the guy Darryl had knocked out earlier.
'Blackie! What an interesting name.'
Darryl chuckled when he heard the name.
Gandal gave an order, and his men howled as they rushed toward Darryl once again.
Darryl stopped pretending. He moved his wrist and greeted his attackers.
After just a few seconds, the robbers were knocked onto the ground. They were grimacing in pain.
What?
Madeline shuddered in shock; she was utterly stunned.
'Darryl is fast with his moves. How did he knock those people down? I didn't even get to see it clearly.'
At the same time, Gandalf was also terribly shocked!
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