Summon of The Sword novel Chapter 1338

"F*ck! Why do I get the feeling these guys are tough? Should we run?"

A young man next to Albert was a little pale.

Thugs were fine with bullying honest people.

When facing someone tough, they would begin cowering right away.

"What are you afraid of?

"Though they have more people than us, we have weapons."

A middle-aged man wearing a gold chain had a calm look in his eyes.

Albert brought hundreds of men, and some of them were tough.

The strong men with shaved heads were members of the underworld.

It was not as if they had never seen anything like this before.

"Yes! Knock them down!"

Albert was eager to try.

"Go! Charge!"

"Kill them!"

The two sides yelled and rushed toward each other together.

However, the gap in strength was too big to be leveled by tough talk.

The men Sean asked over were brave soldiers.

One hundred thousand personal guards who were good at fighting.

The elites of these personal guards were far more powerful than the special forces.

These guys were so good they could beat 10 burly men with ease.

Albert and the rest underestimated Sean's soldiers after all.

As soon as the two parties clashed, the men on Albert's side were knocked to the ground.

Even though they were holding weapons, they could not even touch their clothes.

These soldiers were far better than ordinary people in terms of reaction speed and physical strength.

Thugs like Albert were no match for them.

In less than a minute, half of Albert's hundred men had been knocked down.

"I'm done fighting! I'm done fighting!"

A young man threw the steel pipe in his hand and turned to run.

However, a soldier grabbed him when he had only run less than five meters.

"When I was in the northwest, I ran 20 kilometers everyday, carrying 50 kilograms of weight.

"Do you want to compete with me on legs?"

As the soldier spoke, he took hold of the young man's arms and instantly numbed them.

With a scream, the young man lost his combat power instantly.

Bang!

"Ah! Ouch!"

Thump!

There were screams and sounds of people falling.

Albert and the rest could not believe how terrifying these people were if they had not experienced it themselves.

Their teamwork was so good!

They were already strong, and their coordination did not give Albert and his team any chance!

Bang!

Zander threw a punch, and Albert's body flew out.

When he landed, more than 100 people had fallen to the ground.

It was swift, without any hesitation.

"Time's up. 2 minutes and 47 seconds.

"Jackson, you don't have to do any push-ups."

A man holding a timer said solemnly.

"Of course!"

The man named Jackson smiled proudly.

Albert and the rest on the ground were dumbfounded.

What kind of people had they met today?

They said they could defeat their opponents in three minutes, and not a second longer.

In other words, they had predicted Albert and the rest's ending before either of them even struck.

The more they thought about it, the more dumbfounded they looked.

Some of those lying on the ground could get up and continue fighting.