Chapter Eighty-One

Peter clapped his hands together.

"Will there be more of you, don't send the weaker ones, send the stronger ones at once."

With his eyes still wide in shock, Harry mindlessly waves for his men.

"All of you, get him at once. I don't believe he can beat you all at once!"

All the men rushed forward, eight of them not giving Peter any breathing space.

Harry smirked as they had Peter surrounded in the middle, they were so tall and large that he couldn't even see Peter's head between them.

However as if pulled by an invisible string, they were all dispersed away from Peter.

In the blink of an eye, Peter was standing alone while all the man around him were lying on the floor writhing in pain.

Some with broken arms, others with broken legs.

Harry couldn't close his mouth which was wide open in shock.

"Do you have others to send or is it your turn?" Peter asked slowly stepping towards Harry.

"What do you think you're doing? Stay right there! Don't come closer! Stay away from me!" Harry screech

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