"Oh, what a huge mistake." Lancelot raised an eyebrow, "You didn't believe Peyton Derrick's nonsense and think he's the real Grim Reaper, did you?"
"Wh-what is happening?" The face of the main conspirator looked extremely ugly, "I get it! You must have used some dirty trick to make the King's potion ineffective. Brothers, let's attack together. As long as we kill these people..."
What happened next was so fast that it took a while for the other gang members to realize what was going on. The seemingly ordinary human mercenary who had been sitting casually on the chair suddenly shot forward like a crossbow arrow, instantly appearing in front of the adversary. His punch was as fast as a whip, directly smashing into the enemy's face.
The skull, which should have been one of the toughest parts of any humanoid, shattered like a water-filled balloon, exploding into countless fragments right under their noses.
