Dauntless God Of War

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Harold was sitting idly in the clinic when a group of men barged in and started wrecking the place. Anger surged through him at the sight as he yelled, “Stop! What do you think you're doing?”

Aren't these guys looking down on me since they're destroying the place despite my being here?

“We're from the Sunderland family, one of the ten prominent families of Xenhall. Your boss and some others had hurt Mr. Owen the night before yesterday. Who else's place should we trash if not yours since none of you have apologized to him until now? Trash this place!”

The stolid bodyguard spoke to Harold coldly.

“Oh, so you guys are the b*stards from the Sunderland family. Have you asked for my permission before trashing the place?” Harold asked icily.

Since Harold had lost his memory, he didn't have a comprehensive understanding of his own abilities. Clueless about his own strength, he wasn't sure if he could win the fight against so many men with weapons.

However, he couldn't retreat since they were inside the clinic. Also, since he was the only one there, nothing could hold him back from unleashing his full powers.

I can unleash all my powers and test my abilities.

“Look what we've got here? A brat with a sharp tongue! Teach this brat a lesson, then destroy the place!”

The stolid bodyguard ordered his subordinates to beat up Harold for his insolence.

“Yes, sir!”

At their leader's cue, the two men closest to Harold lightly tapped the end of the steel pipe against their palms as they approached Harold with malicious grins.

We have to instill fear into this brat, then beat him up! It's safer and gives us such a rush.

If it was anyone else in Harold's shoes, they would've been daunted by the men's actions and dropped to their knees to plead for mercy.

Nonetheless, since their target was Harold, the men's fate would undoubtedly end in tragedy.

Confidence abruptly surged within Harold at the men's gestures. He had hundreds of ways to send the men flying with a kick.

In the end, he chose the most straightforward method.

Before the men could attack, Harold beat them to it and swung his leg. With two kicks, he sent them flying.

Due to his swift movement, the other men even thought Harold sent their comrades flying with only a kick.

The two men flew past the front door, landing unconscious outside the clinic.

Harold had only expended twenty percent of his strength in that kick. If he had exerted more force, the two men would've died with bloody holes in their torsos.

The other men were stunned by the scene.