After seeing Jackson, John calmed down and said to Lucien: "You haven't undergone formal training, so you must remember not to panic. Steady and accurate, at most they have a dagger. As long as you make full use of the length of the wooden stick, they won't be able to get close. Also, don't stop, run and fight. They have a lot of people, so once they surround you and attack from different directions, you won't be able to resist."
He tried to remind Lucien of all the things that he needed to pay attention to, so as to avoid Lucien panicking or attacking recklessly.
In fact, Lucien had a lot of experience in this aspect, so he nodded in agreement and humorously replied: "Don't worry, John, I'm the brave one who broke through the witch's secret room."
John didn't speak anymore, and the two of them carried the wooden sticks behind their backs, so as not to attract the attention of passersby, and then quickly approached Jackson and the others.
This was a street in the market area, only ten minutes away from one of the Aaron gang's strongholds. It was very busy, with many merchants, adventurers, and mercenaries, so the approach of John and Lucien didn't attract the attention of Jackson and the others.
When they were a few steps away, Lucien and John looked at each other, stretched out the wooden sticks behind their backs, and tightly grasped them with both hands, and ran towards the two gang thugs at the back.
Lucien recognized that this was the gang thug who kicked him and made him fail at the last step. After rushing close, he waved the wooden stick and fiercely hit the thug's head.
Not enough strength, not enough training, from the last few battles Lucien learned, in addition to not being nervous, not panicking, and being steady and accurate, he must be ruthless. As long as he attacked, he must not think about being merciful, or else he would be at a loss.
The whistling sound of the wooden stick alerted the gang thug, but at such a short distance, he was hit by the wooden stick just by turning his face slightly.
With a thud, Lucien's rod landed right below his ear, causing his vision to darken. He fainted and fell to the ground.
On the other side, John wasn't as ruthless as Lucien. He didn't choose the head as his target. Instead, he held the wooden club with both hands as if he was holding a giant sword and hit the gangster's right arm.
Although it wasn't a vital point, as an official Knight's squire, John's strength was much greater than Lucien's. This hit directly sent the thug flying into the air. When he landed on the ground, his arm was very swollen, and his right hand temporarily lost the ability to move.
Lucien didn't stop after knocking down one of the thugs. He ran around the perimeter and swung his stick at the head of another thug who had turned around to look at him after hearing the strange noise. Lucien's stick landed heavily on his face.
The thug fell backwards, two streams of blood flying up, drawing a zigzag mark in the air.
He didn't directly faint, but the intense pain and buzzing head made him roll on the ground.
At this time, the gang members in front of them had already realized what was going on. Jackson saw that there were only Lucien and Lucien, and his eyes became vicious. He signaled the rest of the gang members to surround them.
Their daggers were pulled out, reflecting the morning sun and emitting a cold light.
Lucien firmly remembered the principle of absolutely not stopping. He ran irregularly around the perimeter. Sometimes forward, sometimes to the left, sometimes to the back. But once he found an opportunity, he would immediately counterattack. Relying on the advantage of the wooden club's length, he would ruthlessly hit the thugs' heads, necks, and other vital points.
The key to this kind of tactic was not to panic and not to be greedy. Even if the enemy had already separated and surrounded from several directions.
The street was very wide and long. The surrounding passersby had already scattered in all directions. As long as they didn't hide in a corner and didn't tangle with the same enemy, plus John had lured those away, the four or five thugs chasing Lucien were completely unable to block off Lucien's running route.
Of course, this was a huge test of physical strength. A normal person wouldn't be able to hold on for more than a few minutes.
Soon, another thug was lying on the ground. But, Lucien noticed that John on the other side was actually surrounded!
Although his strength was much stronger than Lucien and the thugs, John who didn't attack ruthlessly from the start did not make them lose their ability to fight after continuously knocking down five or six thugs. Instead, they forced him to the ground and pulled out a dagger with their left hand, stabbing towards his ankles and other places. So in order to avoid them, he was accidentally surrounded. The area he ran in became narrower and narrower. If it wasn't for his agility and powerful swordsmanship, he would have been stabbed by the surrounding five or six daggers. But his situation was already precarious.
Seeing this, Lucien hesitated for a moment. Then, he clenched his teeth and directly rushed over. The wooden club swung towards the back of the head of one of the thugs surrounding John.
"Careful!" "Johnny!" The three thugs chasing Lucien shouted loudly as they chased, reminding their companions.
The thug named Johnny reacted very quickly. He immediately fell forward, causing Lucien's wooden club to hit empty air.
But at the same time, this also allowed John to find a chance to rush out of the encirclement. He swept the wooden club in a circle, forcing the others away, and was about to run away from Johnny.
Johnny suddenly jumped up, waving his dagger towards John's back. And the three thugs chasing Lucien were already in front of John.
But, after forcing Johnny to fall, Lucien didn't rush away like before. Instead, he stayed in the same spot. So, the wooden club swung at the right time, heavily hitting Johnny's back.
Following a dull sound, Johnny fell to the ground. Even his dagger flew out of his hand, unable to stop John from running away.
But because of this, Lucien was trapped by the thugs that surrounded John before. He could only run around in a narrow area.
With a sizzling sound, Lucien felt a burning pain on his back. He knew that he couldn't dodge in time and was cut by the dagger. But Lucien didn't give up or panic. This was because he roughly understood the strength of an official Knight Squire from Gary and the others. Especially this Knight Squire, he wouldn't hold back.
And among the thugs, there definitely wouldn't be anyone with this kind of strength. They could have become leaders long ago.
John ran as he fought. Every time he struck, he was accurate and ruthless. Moreover, he wasn't like Lucien. Even if he found an opportunity, the wooden club might not hit. Even if it did, it might not hit a vital point and cause the opponent to lose their ability to fight. Every time he struck, it would be accompanied by the cries of a thug.
In just ten seconds, the thugs that were chasing John were all lying on the ground.
After dealing with these people, John immediately came to help Lucien. Seeing this, Jackson understood that his strength was amazing. The remaining four thugs wouldn't be able to stop him. So he didn't think much and directly turned to run. There was a stronghold of the Aaron Gang on the street in front. As long as he ran there and gathered people, he would be able to let these two bastards taste the taste of pain.
With a bang, André who was surrounding Lucien was directly knocked unconscious by John. The remaining three thugs saw Jackson running away. Some of them immediately lost their fighting spirit and wanted to run away. Some of them became more fierce and ruthless as they waved their daggers, adding another wound on Lucien's right hand. Blood slowly flowed out.
Resisting the pain, Lucien fully believed in John. He took a step forward, and with the length of the wooden stick, he knocked the thugs in front of him to the ground. The fierce thugs who had lost their fighting spirit were all beaten by John until they cried out in pain and fell to the ground.
"Are you okay?" John asked Lucien with concern.
Lucien shook his head: "I'm okay. Hurry up and chase that guy."
So, the two of them took the wooden stick and madly ran after Jackson. At this time, Lucien's mind had some inexplicable associations: "Feels like a gangster."
Jackson had already run a distance, but after he became the leader, whether it was the number of fights or training, they all became less. His body also became a little fat, and his speed was no longer as fast as before. More importantly, John was an official Knight's squire. He was tall and had long legs. In just a dozen steps, he was getting closer and closer.
"Just a little bit more, just a little bit more …" Jackson saw the end of the long street and kept encouraging himself.
Unfortunately, John didn't have the self-awareness that he had to rely on speed to beat him. Seeing that the distance was right, he directly threw the wooden stick in his hand out and hit him hard on the back, causing his internal organs to churn. He staggered and fell to the ground, unable to get up for a while.
Then, John caught up and stepped on his back with his right foot wearing a Knight's leather boot.
Lucien had been beaten up earlier, and now he had two wounds. His stamina was long gone. After more than ten seconds, he ran over, panting heavily.
Jackson was about to open his mouth to threaten Lucien when he heard John say with a smile while panting, "Give him one. Consider it payback for beating you up earlier."
"Phew, okay." Lucien calmed his breathing and raised the wooden stick high, while John used his foot to flip Jackson's body over.
"How dare you …" Before Jackson could finish his words in shock and anger, he saw Lucien swing the wooden stick in his hand over and hit him on the side of his face.
A few teeth flew out, and bits of blood splattered. Jackson's painful cry was choked in his throat. He felt his ears buzzing, as if he couldn't hear anything. His eyes were filled with dancing golden stars.
This smashed Jackson's hopes. These two daring bastards really dared to make a move!
"You, you, what do you want?" Jackson's mouth was filled with blood as he asked in a muffled voice. Even his own words seemed to come from another world, distant and ethereal.
John kicked away the dagger that fell from Jackson's arms and said seriously, "We're just here to seek justice and justice. Well, you villains beat up Lucien, and we've already fought back. But smashing Lucien's house, furniture, and robbing his belongings, all of these need to be compensated."
"You're John, right? Fighting on the street like this, aren't you afraid of the sheriff? Aren't you afraid of being expelled by Sir Wayne? If you don't have the status of an official Knight's squire, heh, think of your father, mother, and brothers. " Jackson's ringing in his ears was better, and his mind had calmed down a little. He guessed John's identity and threatened him.
"You want to do it again?" Lucien waved the wooden stick in his hand. After a round of fighting, the wooden stick seemed to be about to break.
Jackson's sullenness and anger were like boiling water that kept rolling, but he knew very well that Lucien would definitely dare to hit him. He could only shut his mouth and look at John.
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