As the bandit spoke, his expression turned eccentric, filled with barely suppressed rage.
"King of Heroes? Hero... Hero!"
!
"A hero who only knows how to point a sword at himself? Screw him."
His eyes widened in fury, and he roared:
"To hell with the King of Heroes!"
"He is not fit to be king!"
At the end, he angrily spat out a mouthful of phlegm.
Pooh!
He was spitting out the treacherous, unworthy, and clown king he spoke of!
Ning Feng coldly observed the bandits' erratic behavior, pondering the information it provided him.
The bandits harbored deep resentment towards the king.
The king once did something that involved harming his own people.
The king is unworthy of the title "Hero King".
The connection between them doesn't seem difficult to deduce.
Internal strife?
Or did they launch some kind of purge against another faction?
Ning Feng pondered, his smile widening as he thought to himself:
"This plot seems rather interesting."
After venting their anger, the bandits calmed down and sneered:
"But it's also good. Thanks to him, our business has improved. We always seem to run into idiots like you."
"If you're going to hate someone, then hate him."
"It's all because of his fault that someone like you has ended up in this situation."
Raising his left hand, Ning Feng asked curiously, under the other person's puzzled gaze:
"Is there any grudge between you and the king? Could you elaborate?"
Is there any inside information? I'm very curious.
Clang.
"You fucking idiot! Shut up!"
!
oh.
Seeing the other party's angry expression as they drew their swords, Ning Feng knew what was going on.
It really exists.
"Now, we probably won't get anything out of them."
Unfortunately, it seems I chose the wrong option during the walkthrough.
It seems I can't become good friends with him through talk therapy.
"ha……"
With a long sigh, the squad leader who had been talking to Ning Feng raised the carefully sharpened machete in his hand.
Having understood what their leader was about to do, the other bandits also glared at Ning Feng with hostility.
"Because you remind me of some bad things, you must die today."
"Even if you beg for mercy, it won't make a difference."
Not wanting to waste any more words, the bandits dispersed and approached Ning Feng in an encirclement formation.
"Be a hero? Doing something like that... could kill you."
Will I die?
Ning Feng looked at the six bandits approaching him and sighed upon hearing this.
"I know this kind of thing much better than you do."
Isn't it good to be a hero?
Of course!
How many people, deep down, don't want to be heroes?
Is there really anyone who has never dreamed of being a hero?
Few people would refuse to give up when they could easily become a hero.
But why are there so few heroes?
Because being a hero is too tough.
Heroes bear too much responsibility; they cannot have a dark side or act in a way that is inconsistent with their identity.
Kindness, loyalty, family...
There will always be people who target a hero's weaknesses and set traps for him.
"So, I choose to be a hero."
A brave person, a courageous person, that's all.
Outside, I will be a hero.
But in this world, I don't want to bear so much.
Therefore, I am merely a "hero".
A person who bravely raises his sword towards the gods.
However, it seems the hero is about to face his first battle.
Excluding the leaders who were bringing up the rear, there are now a total of six bandits in the encirclement.
Each of them carried an iron weapon, and their physiques were all well-trained and genuinely stained with blood.
One person against six.
Although six people doesn't seem like much, in a typical novel, they sound like the kind of minions who give the protagonist experience points to practice on.
However, the current situation is still somewhat special.
Even the bravest person must be careful when facing a group of muscular, burly men alone.
This is a dark age, a world where all power is limited to the level of ordinary people.
So-called:
Two fists can't beat four hands.
A novice can defeat a master with a flurry of punches.
Even the best kung fu master is afraid of a brick... well, maybe that didn't exist in the dark ages.
In the world of ordinary people, it is rare to find warriors who can defeat a hundred or kill a thousand men.
Without incredible physical strength and endurance, such a victory becomes even more difficult to achieve.
Needless to say, the problem with mortal bodies is that their defenses are too weak; they will die if they suffer a fatal wound.
It's strong enough to withstand a single blow; a touch and you're dead.
Ning Feng's preferred and most effective fighting style of trading blows is not working here.
but……
Despite the ever-approaching encirclement, Ning showed no fear, but rather a look of regret.
"It seems you've chosen to put up a stubborn resistance after all."
"That's really not smart."
Shaking his head, Ning Feng regretfully announced to the enemy:
"I hereby declare that you are surrounded!"
Drawing his sword, Ning Feng assumed a fighting stance facing the bandits directly in front of him.
It's not defense, it's an active attack!
clatter.
With a smile, he launched the first attack on the six people as he moved his feet!
"Don't let him get away!"
The already tense situation was completely ignited, and the bandits moved the moment Ning Feng set off.
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