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Allen's lazy voice drifted through the night breeze, reaching the ears of the bandits in the camp.
Everyone froze for a moment.
Leopard narrowed his eyes, focusing his gaze on Allen's face. In just a breath's time, a look of delight spread across his face.
'The target really came to us? The intel was right!'
Meanwhile, Gray Eagle, who was quicker to react, immediately roared!
"Allen!! It's him! The intel from Night Lion was correct! He actually walked right into our trap! Kill him! Night Lion said he won't take a single gold coin—the entire thousand gold reward will be split among us!"
As soon as his words fell, the thirty or so people in the camp paused, and the air seemed to grow still for a moment.
Then, the sound of blades being drawn tore through the silence, and countless glints of steel flickered under the torchlight.
"Kill him!!!"
Amid Gray Eagle's roar, the bandits, their faces twisted with ferocity, charged toward Allen!
The chaotic footsteps of over thirty figures echoed across the area, kicking up dust that scattered into the night.
Allen squinted as he watched the scene unfold.
He stepped out from the shadows...
The ground beneath his feet exploded as he shot forward like a bullet!
One man charging against over thirty!
From the front of the enemy group, an excited shout rang out.
"A thousand gold coins!!! Hahaha, I can finally go back to Rigatt and have some fun with women! Kill him!"
As soon as the words left his mouth, the man, a mid-level swordsman of the Sword God style, closed the distance to Allen in an instant.
But Allen, with just a sideways glance, had already predicted the man's slashing motion. He twisted his body to dodge the blade, stepping to the man's right and assuming an almost impossible leaning posture.
For a brief moment, Allen's eyes met the bandit's. Then, his foot left the ground.
His blade was already drawn!
His body soared into the air as he swung his arms, the sword arcing upward from his foot in a circular motion!
'North God Style—Circle Sky Slash!'
The blade gleamed under the orange torchlight, drawing a beautiful arc as combat aura surged from its tip, creating a gust of wind!
The bandit reacted quickly, blocking with his own blade.
With a loud clang, the two swords collided violently.
But in the next instant, to the bandit's horror, his blade shattered into pieces, while Allen's sword continued its path without slowing. It sliced through the man's side, cutting through his liver, ribs, lungs, spine, heart, and shoulder blade before finally emerging from his collarbone, taking a chunk of his cheek and teeth with it.
The blade tore through the body in less than a breath.
In the next moment, Allen landed on one foot, sheathed his sword, and stepped forward, passing through the bandit's body.
Behind him, the man's body split in two and exploded in the cold night wind!
Shredded flesh, unrecognizable organs, and bloodied bone fragments were all caught by Allen, "hanging" on his shoulders and back.
The bandits froze in their tracks, staring in horror at the blood-soaked butcher who had emerged from what seemed like a slaughterhouse.
But this slaughterhouse wasn't for monsters or animals—it was for humans.
The butcher brushed the flesh off his shoulders.
"Practice matches only hold you back, preventing you from fully unleashing the destructive power of the North God Style's practical techniques... As expected, only life-and-death battles can truly get your blood boiling."
As he spoke, he flicked his blade, drawing a long line of blood on the ground. A faint green light flickered on his arm for half a second.
Feeling the healing magic instantly soothe the strain the North God Style had put on his body, Allen grinned at the bandits who had stopped in their tracks.
"What's wrong? Not coming at me anymore?"
In the distance, Leopard, who had witnessed Allen's attack, had a face as dark as water.
'The North God Style's practical techniques... This kid isn't just an advanced Water God Style user...'
Allen looked over the heads of the bandits, his gaze landing on Leopard, who was radiating killing intent. Then, he glanced around at the bandits who had silently surrounded him but didn't dare to take another step forward.
"Could it be... you're scared?"
The area fell silent. The bandits, being the cunning and cowardly bunch they were, all stepped back, trying to push their "brothers" to the front.
But since everyone had the same idea, the mob took a collective step back.
How coordinated.
Seeing this, Allen crouched down, assuming a posture that made it difficult to draw his sword, and rested his slightly chipped blade on his right shoulder. He sneered,
"Just a moment ago, you were all so lively, shouting about killing me... Now you're scared? If you're scared, I suggest you kneel and kowtow. I'll make it quick."
Behind the crowd, Leopard's eyes gleamed with thought, while Gray Eagle, who couldn't stand anyone showing off, immediately opened his mouth to rally the group to swarm and kill this arrogant brat.
But before he could speak, someone else, unable to bear Allen's taunts, roared in anger.
"You arrogant brat!"
A bearded bandit in the crowd, his eyes flashing with fury, suddenly disappeared from his spot, the ground beneath him exploding as he moved.
It was the Soundless Blade!
An advanced Sword God Style technique!
In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of Allen, colliding with him at incredible speed!
The night wind in the forest roared as shockwaves spread out from the point of impact.
The two figures froze for a brief moment.
In the next instant, the bearded bandit's body fell apart like a precariously stacked pile of blocks, shattered by Allen's mere "touch."
The cleanly cut pieces of his body fell like rain, drenching Allen from head to toe in blood. Yet, Allen remained in his relaxed stance, his blade still resting on his shoulder.
Silence fell once more.
In the distance, Leopard swallowed the words he was about to say. From what he knew, this was the opening move of Allen Boreas Greyrat's self-created secret technique.
But according to the intel, Allen should only be able to use this technique defensively. Yet, what he had just witnessed was clearly an offensive move!
His face darkened as he exchanged a grim look with Gray Eagle beside him.
The intel was wrong.
But if it was wrong, how did the body fall apart so cleanly, perfectly aligning with the principles of the Water God Style's secret techniques?
What was going on??
At that moment, Allen spoke up, his tone casual as if he were commenting on the weather.
"A barely passable Soundless Blade. Your combat aura was too chaotic, too focused on destructive power and neglecting speed. I could see it coming from a mile away..."
He glanced at the head rolling at his feet.
"You died without regret."
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