Barclay was similarly shocked. He had a clearer understanding of what was really going on than his subordinates. It might not seem like it, but it was taking all he had to defend himself against Darryl's attack. What was even more shocking was the fact that Darryl was two times faster than him.

'How could it be? He's only a saint king. How could he be that strong?'

Both of them punched simultaneously, and the impact was more than what Barclay could withstand. He gasped and found it difficult to stand, so he took a few steps backward. As for Darryl, he was still as calm and stable as ever.

Barclay's expression became twisted after steadying himself. He fixed his gaze at Darryl and wanted to speak but felt as if there was something stuck in his throat. Jesse and the rest of the patrol guards became dumbfounded—did their captain just lose?

Impossible! Barclay was a saint honor, after all!

Darryl smirked at Barclay. "I told you so. The fact is you're no match for me. Do you still wi