Chapitre 70: [Club house] [11] [One v/s Fifteen]

"Wait! Wait! Wait!"

As little reasoning returned to Azariah's mind, he shouted, raising both his hands along with his weapon in defeat.

All of them were two years older, had more experience, and were higher in rank than him.

Not to mention the lack of mana he was facing and the problem he just had where he nearly died while his body became a mess.

No matter how Azariah saw his situation, it appeared bleak, with no chance of winning against them.

All fifteen of them stopped right in front of him, glancing back for the prince's instructions.

"Hey, fucking idiots, look at me!" Azariah once again shouted, capturing their attention.

"You think you can just walk away after beating me? Did you forget who I am? Who my mother is?"

Hearing his words, a conflicting expression emerged on their faces, while some even showed fear in their eyes.