Others Summon Dragons, I Summon Legendary Knights novel Chapter 58

Chapter 58: Two Kings

Knowing if he continued to intervene, Godfrey would have to face Jon and the Nexus Club, who would undoubtedly bring him down, he shut his eyes.

’I’ve tried my best, mum.’ Saying that, he walked away.

"I’ll watch you scream." Edric spat, glaring at Godfrey as he also left, creating a great space for the bodyguards to handle the scene.

Godfrey faced the fifteen encroaching Red Wolves with a solemn face. He had come to the conclusion this was a set-up, which had been planned by Jon, gaining his trust was part of it.

But he wasn’t going to let them have fun. Godfrey had learned boxing from the age of eight and had also practiced hand-to-hand combat with Victoria right until he came to Manhattan. Hand-to-hand combat was his forte.

With a stomp, his body lurched forward and his knee connected with the face of the first bodyguard with so much force the man shot backward.

Godfrey took advantage of the momentum, grabbing the heads of two others and slamming them into the ground. Their skulls cracked against the stone.

He deflected a kick with his palm, but just then two daggers pierced his back and his eyes went wide as a short scream left his mouth.

Another bodyguard ruthlessly slammed his feet into Godfrey’s face, but it didn’t move. Instead, he received a murderous glare from those glowing blue eyes.

Godfrey could see everyone pointing, talking, some smoking with nonchalance. Was he a spectacle?

Enraged, he stopped being careful with his strength. His fist snapped the femur of the bodyguard who tried another kick, and he launched an uppercut, sending the man into the air.

Others brought out daggers, lunging at him from all sides. For every blow and cut Godfrey received, he returned a strike that cracked a bone, a kick that bent his target at an unnatural angle.

He was able to deflect leather blows, utilizing refined footwork to keep himself close to his targets and away from those who posed lethal danger, yet it was exhausting.

Fighting fifteen skilled men, all high tiers who rose back after taking blows, except those with broken bones, made him go all out.

Strengthened by adrenaline, Godfrey punched and kicked so hard that the onlookers became horrified. At the end, fourteen guards lay groaning in agony: some had fallen into the pool, some were at the bar, some on the grass, while Godfrey stood.

He had cuts in different parts of his body; his white shirt was stained with the crimson of his blood.

Marks of bruises and a bleeding head were the result of the battle as he panted like an exhausted lion.

Yet he went after the last bodyguard, the man who had thrown those two daggers. The bodyguard charged with a blade, but Godfrey grabbed the blade, snapped it in half, and slammed the remaining length into his shoulder.

The impact sent the bodyguard to his knees, his shoulder dislocating and the scapula cracking from the sheer uncontrolled force. Had it been a normal human, his bones would have shattered like glass and his organs ruptured.

Silence swept through the venue; not even the music played as the DJ couldn’t believe his eyes.

Nathaniel’s face changed. "He defeated an entire RW security team!"

Percival’s eyes flickered. ’I can’t even do that without activating a skill.’ He had to accept it.

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