Alan's lazy voice was carried by the night wind into the camp, drifting into the bandits' ears.
Everyone was stunned.
Leopard narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Alan's face. In the span of a single breath, a look of joy spread across his face.
'The target really delivered himself to our doorstep? The information was correct!'
Beside him, Gray Hawk reacted even faster, his mouth opening in a roar!
"Alan!! That's him, Alan! Lord Night Lion's information was right! He dares to walk right into a trap! Kill him! Lord Night Lion said he won't take a single coin of the thousand gold pieces; it will all be divided among us!"
As his voice fell, the thirty-odd men in front of the camp froze, and the air seemed to go silent for a moment.
Then, the silence was shattered by the dense sound of swords being drawn, and countless blades flashed in the torchlight.
"Kill him!!!"
Amidst Gray Hawk's roar, the bandits, their faces contorted with ferocity, charged towards Alan!
The chaotic sound of over thirty pairs of feet thundered across the ground for kilometers, kicking up dust in the night.
Alan narrowed his eyes at the scene.
He stepped out from the intersection of light and shadow—
The dirt at his feet exploded outwards! His figure shot forward!
One man against more than thirty, charging head-on!
An excited shout erupted from the front of the crowd.
"A thousand gold coins!!! Hahaha, I can finally go back to Rigate and have some fun with women! Kill!"
The moment he finished speaking, the man, an Intermediate-rank Sword God Style swordsman, was extremely fast and had already charged right in front of Alan.
Alan, however, with just a sideways glance, had already predicted the man's swing. He twisted his body, dodged the incoming blade, and stepped to the man's right, assuming a diagonally downward-sloping stance that seemed almost impossible to generate force from.
For a split second, Alan's and the man's eyes met. Alan's feet left the ground.
The sword was already unsheathed!
His body soared into the air, and he swung his arms, bringing the sword up in a full circle from his own arch!
'North God Style—Round Heaven Slash!'
The gleam of the sword painted a beautiful arc in the orange torchlight of the night. Battle aura flowed along the tip of the blade, creating a pressure wave!
The bandit also reacted with extreme speed, in that instant bringing his own blade up to block in front of him.
With a loud BANG, the two blades clashed violently.
But in the next moment, to the bandit's horror, his blade shattered into several pieces in the air. Yet, the momentum of Alan's sword didn't slow in the slightest, cutting straight through his waist.
The blade sliced through his liver, shattered his ribs, passed through his lungs, severed his spine, pierced his heart, broke through his scapula, emerged from his body above the collarbone, sheared off the man's cheek, and, amidst shattering teeth, exited through his torn earlobe.
How long does it take for a blade to tear a body apart? Not even a single breath.
The next moment!
Alan landed on one foot, sheathed his sword, and took a step, passing right through the bandit's body.
Behind him, the man, split in two, exploded in the cold night wind!
Minced flesh, formless organs, and bloody white bone fragments were all caught by the passing Alan, "hanging" on his shoulders and back.
The bandits all stopped in their tracks, staring in horror at the bloody butcher who looked as if he had just walked out of a slaughterhouse.
But this slaughterhouse didn't kill demonic beasts or livestock; it killed people.
The butcher brushed the minced flesh from his shoulder.
"Sparring and such just holds you back, preventing you from fully unleashing the destructive power of a practical combat style like North God… As I thought, only a life-and-death battle can make the blood boil."
As he spoke, he flicked his sword, sending a long line of blood splattering onto the ground. A barely perceptible green light flickered on his arm for half a second.
Feeling the healing magic sigil activate and instantly soothe the strain that the practical North God Style put on his body, Alan looked at the motionless bandits and grinned.
"What's wrong? Not going to keep charging?"
In the distance, Leopard, having witnessed Alan's attack firsthand, had a face as dark as water.
'A practical North God Style stance… This kid isn't just Advanced-rank in the Water God Style…'
Alan's gaze passed over the heads of the crowd to the effeminate man, Leopard, whose killing intent was overflowing. Then he looked around at the bandits who had surrounded him but were no longer charging.
"Are you scared?"
The area was silent. The bandits, being cowards and opportunists by nature, were now all unwilling to be the first to charge, each trying to push their good brothers to the front.
But since everyone was thinking the same thing, the motley crew took a step back in unison.
Quite orderly, indeed.
Seeing this, Alan squatted down with a smile, resting the slightly nicked blade on his right shoulder in a posture that made it difficult to attack, and began to taunt them.
"Just a moment ago, you were all so full of life, shouting and screaming to kill… Scared already? If you're scared, I suggest you kneel and kowtow. I'll give you a quick death."
Behind the crowd, a thoughtful look appeared in Leopard's eyes as he watched Alan. Gray Hawk, however, couldn't stand seeing people act arrogant. Seeing this, he was about to open his mouth and urge the crowd to swarm and kill this arrogant bastard.
But just then! Someone, unable to bear Alan's verbal provocations, roared in anger.
"You arrogant brat!"
A bearded bandit's eyes flashed with a sharp light. The moment his voice fell, the dirt at his feet exploded, and his figure vanished from his spot.
It was the Soundless Tachi!
An Advanced-rank Sword God Style user!
In the blink of an eye, the crowd saw his figure flash in front of Alan, crashing into him at an incredible speed!
The night wind in the forest exploded! A shockwave rippled out from the center of their impact.
Carrying the smell of blood and the discordant sound of tearing flesh.
The two figures paused for a very brief moment.
The next instant, the bearded bandit's body, as if it were a pre-assembled set of building blocks, shattered into pieces upon receiving a light 'bump' from Alan.
The smoothly cut pieces of the corpse, as if defying inertia, fell vertically in front of Alan like rain. Blood drenched Alan from head to toe, yet he maintained his casual posture, the sword resting on his back.
Silence fell all around.
In the distance, Leopard swallowed the words that were about to come out of his mouth. As far as he knew, this was the opening stance of Alan Boreas Greyrat's self-created secret technique.
But the intelligence said that he could only use this technique for defense. What he had just seen was clearly a counter-attack!
His face was extremely grim as he exchanged a look with the equally grim-faced Gray Hawk beside him.
The intelligence was wrong.
But if it was wrong, then the pieces of the corpse falling vertically without inertia was a perfect application of the Water God Style's Flow technique…
What was going on??
Just then, Alan spoke, his tone casual as he commented.
"A barely grasped Soundless Tachi. Your battle aura is too chaotic, too focused on destructive power while neglecting speed. I could see it all clearly."
He glanced at the head that had rolled to his feet.
"You didn't die unjustly."
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