Thousand Blades of Death

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On the way back to King City, Clem thought while walking.

He recalled the battle with Ge Jeff in the morning, and he kept repeating the battle process in his mind, thinking about how to fight more skillfully. If there is another chance, try this tactic. Just as Clem gradually came to a conclusion, he found a group of people huddled together and screamed. Not far away, two soldiers were watching, as if not knowing what to do.

There was a roar in the middle of the crowd. And it's not normal normal noise.

Clem's expression became grim, and he walked to the soldier's side.

"What are you doing?"

Suddenly called from behind, the soldier was startled and looked back at Clem.

The soldier's equipment is a chain mail shirt and a spear. The chain armor is covered with armor robes painted with the kingdom emblem. This is the dress of a general guardian of the kingdom, but from the two people, it feels that the training is not well-trained.

First of all, the physique is not much forging chain. Then the beard is not shaved, the chain shirt is not polished, giving a dirty feeling, and the overall appearance is a sloppy.

"you are......"

The guard was suddenly called by Clem, who was younger than himself, and asked in a confused and slightly sullen tone.

"I am a non-duty person."

Clem said firmly, the guard's face appeared confused. It may be because the teenagers are younger than the guards, but they exude an atmosphere of higher status.

The guards seemed to judge that lowering their posture would not be a mistake, and straightened their backs.

"People seem to have some commotion."

I certainly know this. Clemtron resisted the mood to scold the other party. Unlike the soldiers who guarded the Wangcheng, the guards who patrolled the towns were all promoted from the civilian population, without adequate training. To put it bluntly, just civilians who learn how to use weapons.

Clem moved his gaze from the trembling guard to the crowd. Rather than expecting these two people, it is relatively quick to come forward and solve it by themselves.

Although intervening in guard work that does not belong to one's own division may constitute an act of transgression, but the people encounter difficulties if they stand idly by, how can they see a compassionate master.

"You guys are waiting here."

Without waiting for the two to answer, Clem made up his mind to push the crowd away and just tucked his body in. Although there are some gaps, it still cannot pass through the crowd. No, if someone can do it, it is called abnormal.

He was almost squeezed outside, but still desperately pushed the crowd forward, when a voice came from the center.

"get out."

"Ah? What are you talking about?"

"I will say it again. Come on."

"Which green onion do you count?"

bad.

They are not overly addicted, and they want to get started on young people.

Clem blushed and pushed desperately through the crowd, and a young man appeared in his field of vision. A group of men are about to surround him. There was a child beaten by the men's feet and turned into a rag.

The simple, youthful temperament of the youth feels the style of a noble or noble servant in a certain place. The men who intend to surround the youth are all strong and strong, and seem to be drunk. You can see at a glance which side is the bad guy.

One of the strongest-looking men clenched their fists. There is an overwhelming gap between young people and men. The body is thick, the muscles bulge, and the violent nature is not afraid of seeing blood. As long as a man's fist is swung, he can easily beat the youth's body. The surrounding people predicted this, and whispered in whispers when they thought of the tragedy that the youth would face.

Among them, only Clem felt something was wrong.

It does seem that men are stronger. However, he felt that the atmosphere of the absolute strongman emanated from the youth. There is also an old man standing behind the young man, who is not like an ordinary person.

For a moment, he missed the opportunity to stop the man's violence. The man raised his fist--

-Then fell softly.

Clem screamed in amazement.

It turned out that the young man clenched his fists and penetrated the man's chin with daunting precision. And at a very fast speed. The high-speed blow, even if it had passed the dynamic vision of Cram Forge, could only barely be seen.

"Do you want to fight?"

The young man asked the men in a calm and deep voice.

That kind of calmness, and skills that can't be judged from the outside. These two alone are enough to make the men lose their alcohol. No, even the people around were frightened by the spirit of the youth. The men have no intention of fighting.

"Uh, um. Yes, we were wrong."

The men took a few steps backwards, apologized in unison, and then picked up the shameless man who fell to the ground and fled. Clem had no intention of chasing those men. Because the young man's straight posture lifted his head and robbed his heart, making him unable to move.

Like a sword pose. Witnessing the attitude of any warrior's heart, no wonder he couldn't move.

The old man next to him touched the boy's back, which should be palpation, and then the injured boy was handed over to others for treatment, and he walked away. The crowd separated a line to drive for them. Everyone stared at the back of the youth, unable to divert their attention. The youth's expression is so charming.

Clem hurried to the boy who had fallen to the ground, and then took out the potion Ge Gefu gave himself during training.

"Can you drink it?"

no answer. Completely passed out.

Clem opened the cap and spilled the potion on the boy. The potion is often considered an oral medicine, but it is also effective when applied to the body. Magic is so great.

As if absorbed by the skin, the solution is sucked into the boy's body. Then the boy's complexion slowly recovered.

Clem nodded in peace.

Seeing him use expensive props such as potions, the surrounding people all showed the same consternation as when they just witnessed the youth magic.

Although the potion was used, Clem certainly did not regret it at all. Since the people's taxes have been collected, protecting the people and maintaining peace, naturally it is the duty of those who spend their taxes. He felt that since he failed to protect the people, this little thing should always be done.

He has been treated with potions, so the boy should be fine, but just in case, it is better to take it to the temple. He looked to the guard who had just ordered to wait on the sidelines, and saw that the two had become three, probably someone arrived later.

The guards have not come until now, and the people around have cast their eyes on them.

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