Darryl sighed as he looked at Walker. He said, "Are you trying to scare me? What if I don't go?"
Walker sneered coldly, "So bold! I heard that you were born with supernatural powers. I want to see how good you are!"
Then, Walker raised his hand and waved. "Get him!"
During the day, Walker had been very upset when he learned that the Duke had appointed a new Royal Court Knight. It was an honorable position. How can he allow someone else to be on an equal footing with him?
Whoa!
The dozens of burly men approached Darryl without hesitation.
'Well, I'll play along if they want to fight.'
Darryl smiled coldly at the dozen people approaching him. His internal energy surged as he greeted them.
In the blink of an eye, Darryl knocked the first two burly men to the ground before they could see what was going on. The strength of a saint king was nothing in Darryl's eyes.
However, Darryl's shoulder had been injured by Gandalf's arrow, and the wound had not healed properly. Hence, Darryl was gradually losing the ability to fight.
Each of Walker's men was extremely tough and powerful.
The rest of the men did not flinch when their companions were knocked down. Instead, they were roused and charged forward fiercely.
'F*ck, these people are crazy.'
It was getting harder for Darryl to maintain his composure. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
"Hahaha!"
Walker was proud and excited. He ridiculed Darryl loudly, "Is that what you've got, dignified Royal Court Knight? I think you should go home!"
While talking, Walker did not forget to shout commands to his subordinates. "Hit him! Hit him hard!"
Those dozens of burly men immediately pulled out their daggers.
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