บท 1316: Too Cool, and This Is Sparta

Luke smiled and slowly lowered his left hand. He also pulled the shield back in front of him and turned his head unhurriedly to observe the three attackers.

The three people whom he had sent flying immediately stood up.

However, attacker No. 2's left hand was dangling by his side like a chicken claw.

Attacker No. 3 had two bloody holes on the back of his hands, which shook like he had Parkinson's.

Only attacker No. 1's hands were still intact as they shook a little.

"You're not the Boogeyman!" No. 1 suddenly said. "The Boogeyman isn't that strong."

Hearing that, a mysterious smile slowly appeared on Luke's poker face. "No, I'm the Boogeyman."

Because I paid for it! he added inwardly. He wasn't lying.

"That's impossible! The Boogeyman never learned how to use these antique weapons," said No. 2 through gritted teeth.

Luke said, "Yes, this is indeed my first time using them, but that won't stop me…"

Clang!