Gargamel was stunned when he heard what the man said. He didn't want to listen to him and took the chopsticks over, but he felt incredible.
It was obviously a scene about a fight, but you actually asked me to help you pull out two chopsticks from the ground and take them back? Why does it feel so childish?
Gargamel didn't know what to do for a moment. He didn't know what the man in front of him was up to.
"Boy, are you humiliating me?"
But soon, Gargamel's face turned ugly. Looking at the man's serious look, he felt that he had been insulted.
"I don't mean that, but if you think so, I don't care. Anyway, you will be stepped on by me."
The man casually kicked the table behind him, and the table and chairs flew back into the curtain, but the things on the table did not move at all.
"Boy, what did you say?"
Now that he has been discovered, Gargamel no longer hides his true nature and looks at the man with a vicious expression.
"I didn't say anything, but it's true. How can people like you know how to understand the feelings of little people like us? I cut out a pair of chopsticks myself, so it's very troublesome."
He touched his short golden hair and seemed to be combing it into shape.
"What a mess, hand over Flood."
Listening to the man's not harsh words, for some reason, Gargamel always felt an inexplicable hostility coming from the man in front of him. Gargamel, who had experienced many battles, did not think he would feel wrong.
Feeling vaguely uneasy in his heart, Gargamel decided not to talk nonsense.
"That's not possible. That person said that as long as I keep an eye on this little guy, I can find her! I've found her!"
The young man seemed to be trapped in some strange delusion.
"Weird guy, if you won't listen, then don't blame me, hurry up!"
Gargamel's last trace of patience was worn away, and with a strong kick, he immediately appeared in front of the young man.
"Break!"
Gargamel formed a palm with one hand and stabbed straight towards the man's abdomen.
Originally, Gargamel was not prepared for this move to be effective, but unexpectedly, the young man seemed to be completely unresponsive and flew into the air with his whole body curled up and a look of pain on his face.
Even Gargamel himself was a little surprised, but his fighting instinct made Gargamel continue to pursue the victory.
He grabbed the man with both hands.
But this time, Gargamel missed a chance. The man's figure seemed to suddenly disappear and suddenly appeared next to Gargamel.
boom!
A swift whip fell towards Gargamel. Whether it was a coincidence or intentional, Gargamel flew out in the opposite direction to the shed where he lived.
Gargamel's eyes widened, and he didn't understand why the man who was hit by him like a novice just now suddenly left his control.
But he forcefully twisted his body in the air and stabilized his momentum of flying upside down.
"I look down upon you."
"People like you never look at the people behind you."
The man did not just take advantage of the victory, he seemed to be missing something in his eyes.
"What a mess."
Gargamel couldn't understand what the man was saying at all, so he just thought this guy was going crazy.
"Don't you understand? This is normal. You who have disappeared for fifteen years must be complacent now, thinking that you have already corrected your evil ways."
At some point, the man appeared beside Froude, bent down and lifted Froude up.
"Don't touch him!"
Seeing the man's actions, Mamaka immediately rushed over.
"So do you people from Vortigern also have this kind of feeling?"
The man turned over, dodged Gargamel's attack, fell to the ground, and threw Froud to the ground. Froude let out a pained cry and opened his eyes.
"Gargamel!?"
When Froude woke up, he happened to see Gargamel with a worried look on his face.
"You have angered me! Although I have already made an oath that this kind of power cannot be used again, but now, it seems that we are going to make an exception. Horn Shield!"
Gargamel's expression turned gloomy, the horns on his head glowed slightly, and a metal-like shield half as tall as a man appeared in Gargamel's hand.
"What's this!?"
Froude's eyes widened and he looked at what appeared in Gargamel's hand. He had never seen this since he was a child, and he felt that he had discovered a big secret.
"Is it the horned shield, one of the two unique skills of the Fertigans? It is known as the strongest shield in the world. I have been wanting to see it for a long time!"
The man's eyes shone with excitement.
"Nine domains, one style, violent foot!"
Countless afterimages of young men appeared in front of Gargamel.
"Second Style·Broken Blade!"
The man didn't know when he appeared in mid-air. He raised one leg high and then dropped it hard like a guillotine.
Gargamel subconsciously raised the horn shield in his hand and blocked it between the two.
There was a huge sound and the aftermath spread in all directions.
The shed that had been deliberately protected by the man was instantly blown away, leaving only a few isolated potholes. Flood was thrown away by the rising waves and kept turning somersaults on the ground.
Fortunately, the horns on his head are very strong, otherwise Froud would have been covered in hair by now.
Flood was blown hundreds of meters away before being stabilized by an unknown external force.
The smoke caused by the flying dust dissipated, and Gargamel's figure appeared inside. His knees were slightly bent, and the ground under his feet had already cracked. The ground tens of meters around Gargamel had collapsed. His legs were submerged into the ground, and his hands were shaking slightly.
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Obviously, with the protection of the horn shield, Gargamel is not having an easy time.
"What a powerful force!"
Gargamel's heart sank.
"Is it just relying on this kind of power that is the reason why you Fertigans are running rampant? Three moves: Sword Flash!"
The man landed on the ground, leaned down, opened his hands back, raised his little finger and ring finger, and kept crossing the front.
One blow, another blow, hitting the horn shield.
Gargamel pressed the horn shield in front of himself, but moved backward inch by inch.
"So you were a victim of that war? If so, I am here to apologize to you."
Under the shield, Gargamel heard the man's words, and then he understood why he could feel the hostility despite having never seen the man in front of him.
"Apologise!? Will you, who used to be so arrogant, actually apologize? What's the use of that?"
However, the man did not accept Gargamel's apology at all, and kept hitting the horn shield with both hands, not giving Gargamel a chance to breathe.