Chapter 169: I’m… The King of Chambord (Part 1) (1/2)

Chapter 169: I’m… The King of Chambord (Part 1)

Fei sighed; he didn’t know if he should feel angry or ashamed.

He lightly rubbed the kid’s head as he slowly stood up.

Fei suddenly felt really bad as he looked at this young, yet valiant face. Little Lucas’ words were like slaps that smacked Fei’s face forcefully. Before this, Fei always felt like he was being a good king and he was feeling good about himself… Who knew that there were so many citizens getting bullied and tortured at their enemies’ territories as they hoped that the new king would come to save them from this hellish place?

At that moment, the words made Fei’s body sweat uncontrollably. Fei realized that he wasn’t a good king, as Little Lucas’ words touched the softest and deepest spot in his heart.

“Hey, who are you? Don’t get yourself involved in this matter. These bastards from Chambord all deserve to die… Give back that little bastard. Your daddy Roby will act kindly and ignore what you just did and let you guys go…” The little military officer’s tone softened. He realized that these people weren’t weak or easy to deal with. A few Blackstone soldiers marked him as they saw a big team of soldiers that definitely weren’t these seven people’s reinforcements.

“Uncle, please go. Don’t worry about me. These demons are really scary. They will really kill people…” Anxiousness filled little Lucas’ clear eyes. Crystal clear tears started to appear in his eyes as he tried to rush everyone, including Fei away and ignore his own safety. “Go, I know that the king of Chambord will take the revenge for us!” He hurried.

“Lucas, you are a warrior, a real warrior!!”

Fei smiled as he stood in front of little Lucas. His thick back was like a huge mountain that guarded this little boy. Then, he glanced through the people around him like Lampard, Drogba, and Oleg, who were so angry that their faces had changed shape. He lightly nodded and said a cold word, revealing the murderous expressions.

“Kill!”

This word represented the arrival of the Grim Reaper.

As if Pandora’s Box was opened, demons rushed out and a tragedy instantly occurred at Blackstone Fortress.

The first one who moved was Frank-Lampard. He was the most powerful warrior out of the six people.

An eye-piercing white light suddenly appeared on his right fist. Then, like a lightning ball that was suppressed to its limit, it exploded. The lightning currents were like a bright firework, and everyone who was looking at him felt like their eyes were being burnt. When they were forced to close their eyes, they all heard a series of crisp bone and metal cracking noises.

Lightning Speed Fists!

It was as fast as lightning; the speed was beyond ordinary people’s reaction speed.

Out of everyone there, Fei was the only who saw Lampard’s movements and his fists’ trajectories – at the moment the lightning ball exploded, this former number one warrior at Chambord had punched out more than a hundred times, and every punch was equivalent to a bottom-tier four star warrior’s full strike.

That was the terrifying force of the Lightning Speed Fists.

It wasn’t just fast; it was powerful as well!

Except for Fei, Peter-Cech who was ranked number three among everyone there only saw some vague afterimages in the air. Warden Oleg, the golden boy Torres, and the other two strongmen who were a lot weaker than Lampard couldn’t catch Lampard’s movements at all. Every unprecedented energy channel that Fei opened with assistance of the Zen energy of the assassin mode had their own mysterious powers. The energy connections that were utilized in Lightning Speed Fist specialized in speed and power, and it also created terrifying electric currents; these electric currents could numb an opponent’s nerves and reaction speed.