But can a person's fist really weigh hundreds of pounds, close to a thousand kilograms!?

"York, go see what's going on."

Philip sat on the horse, looking around with vigilant and fierce eyes.

Use your fucking fist! Smash the heads of three people!

"Why was he so irritated?"

The two of them looked at the three heads that looked like rotten watermelons and remained silent.

"You definitely don't want to meet Lan En when you're not sure whether he's conscious or not? Look at these three 'rotten melons', tsk tsk tsk."

Like a bayonet ready to be thrust out at any time.

Facing the confused halberdiers, Philip smiled kindly.

"What a coincidence, isn't this——"

"I don't fucking want to either!"

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