Chapter 718 718 A Morning Call

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Chapter 718 Chapter 718 A Morning Call

Morning came and our bored gamer was not welcomed by the usual peace and quiet.

"Prince Ronan!"

"Prince Ronan!"

"Prince Ronan!"

"PRINCE!"

"PRINCE!"

"PRINCE!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!"

"BANG!" There was a chorus of sorrowful voices and loud knocking on the door. It was obvious that something very bad happened at this time.

"SIGH!"

"What a great way to wake up." Clark took a deep breath and got up quickly to meet his unwanted visitors. This was the price of being infamous after all.

"What is it, Alfred? What's wrong with these people?" Our good gamer asked the moment he saw the old and familiar face of Alfred.

He did not know anybody else around him aside from this only acquaintance in the town last night.

There were maybe more than a hundred souls at this time and what was more eye-catching was a certain family who bawled for justice and more.

"HELP US, PRINCE RONAN!"

"Our daughter... she..." A middle aged woman shouted but then went suddenly unconscious because of the ordeal. Her mind could not take the extreme trauma that beset her morning.

"A girl was found molested, my prince. Fortunately, she was not killed afterwards. The victim is their daughter." Alfred replied and there was clear hate in his voice.

Alas, he was also powerless to do anything. Some brave men of the town tried to gang up on the evil man who did but they came back with several bruises and swollen faces.

"It's one of your knights who did it, prince!"

"Let the culprit pay! Cut him into pieces!"

"DING!" Two soft eggs got mercilessly crushed by a swift leg kick.

"AHHHHHHHHH!" This hapless knight screamed then rolled to the ground in pain.

Luckily for him, he was not the only one who shall taste this agony of having his precious jewels be shattered.

"THUD!"

"THUD!"

"THUD!" Three more bodies followed suit and their yell of pain was heard in the aftermath. Same as the first one, these three also held their broken nether regions.

Although Clark did not have any immortal techniques on him but to deal with 90 trained knights was quite elementary for him.

His body was like the wind and he seemed to have eyes at the back of his head as he weaved through these groups of knights in order to render punishment.

"What are you all doing?! Form lines! Take your shield and sword but don't kill the bastard prince!" A commander from the knight roared in order to gather his men.

Nonetheless, all of them were shocked indeed! They could not fathom how a useless prince could defeat them without using any weapon at all.

"Surround him! Shield bash!" The commander shouted and his words immediately got an effect.

At least 20 men encircled our bored gamer and planned to knock him out using their shields alone. Alas, even the greatest plans were bound to shatter at the onset of conflict.

Clark ran forward and jumped on the closest shield. He then used that momentum to propel himself backward and over the heads of those that wanted to trap him.

The next thing he did was simple.

"CRACK!"

"CRACK!"

"CRACK!"

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More sensitive eggs got kicked and the agony of men continued. This went on for a long time until someone broke this monotonous beat down.

"WHOOSH!" An arrow flew and wished to steal the life of our very own protagonist. It almost hit but Clark rolled to the left to save his heart from any unwanted piercing.

"A wise man or a cowardly opportunist? I wonder which one you are." Clark raised one brow and then he smiled. After that, he took a fallen sword beside him.

Blood was going to flow from here on out.