Remorse After Breaking Up

Everyone was shocked, except for Kenny and a few others who knew Charles' true strength. The man who had just attacked was a grandmaster, a powerful being comparable to a war god or general, yet he was no match for Prince Charles. Even Sebastian was slightly surprised.

It was no wonder that this Western Region mongrel was so arrogant. He actually had some skill. Judging from his recent display, he conservatively estimated that Charles was at least a middle-stage to late-stage grandmaster.

Although he couldn't compare to the geniuses of the Four Immortals, he could certainly be called a talented powerhouse among ordinary factions.

Charles boasted arrogantly, "I told you before, all you Dragothian men are garbage. There's only trash among trash, and all of you are not worth a single blow."

His words enraged everyone. Even Victor and Kenny, the bootlickers, looked displeased, as Charles' statement insulted them as well.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Charles looked at the man lying on the ground and said, "We agreed beforehand that I would carve some words on the loser's forehead."

Without caring whether the man consented or not, Charles stepped on him and took out a dagger. He carved the words "coward" and "incompetent" on the man's forehead.

The man cried out in pain but didn't dare to resist, nor could he.

Those who were eager to challenge Charles earlier quickly lost their nerve after witnessing the man's fate. Even the two who were stronger than the defeated man backed down.

After all, the fighting prowess that Charles had demonstrated was terrifying. A friendly match would have been one thing, but losing and having words carved on one's forehead meant never being able to show one's face in public again. "Who's next?" Charles challenged.

Charles scanned the crowd with his gaze. Except for Sebastian, Rainey, and a few others, everyone lowered their heads.

Charles sneered. "What a bunch of cowards. I'm so disappointed in you. How about this? I'll give you a chance. All of you can attack me at once."

"Damn it. This foreigner is too arrogant. Let's team up and teach him a lesson!" someone couldn't hold back and stepped forward first.

Once one person took the lead,

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seven or eight others followed suit. These people who dared to step up were naturally extraordinary in strength, and attacking as gave them some confidence

Sebastian watched coldly from the sidelines. He didn't intervene because these people weren't good characters either.

They were previously licking the

Western Region mongrel's boots only to get kicked in the teeth. That was the only reason why they were now angry and embarrassed

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The group quickly surrounded Charles, taking up fighting stances and preparing to strike at any moment.

Charles showed no fear and said disdainfully, "Trash will always be trash. A group of trash together is just a pile of garbage."

"Beat him up!"

Everyone was enraged, and they immediately launched their attack.

They were all very strong, and their combined assault was impressive. Some hot-blooded onlookers quickly cheered them on, their eyes full of hope. However, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment.

Charles suddenly sprang into action.

He kicked one person flying, then

knocked another down with a punch. He leaped into the air, kicking the remaining attackers away in

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succession, before landing steadily with a spin.

How formidable! He was incredibly strong.

Everyone was deeply shocked by the outcome. So many experts had attacked together, yet they were all defeated in an instant.