novelDefeated In One Move
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
"You lot, raise your bows and arrows. Don't let his beast fly into the air, but don't kill it. I want it alive."
Sparrow issued an order to his subordinates after he put on his gloves.
He did not become the bandits' leader because of his brain; he had a pretty good brain too. The man in front of him was a silver-tier elite, and he did not seem to mind about Sparrow. Perhaps the man had a trump card.
"Yes, Boss." A few bandit archers raised their longbows. They drew their bows and nocked their arrows. The iron arrowheads sparkled under the sunlight.
"You guys go ahead and test them out."
"The rest of you can surround them. Don't let them escape in any direction."
Sparrow gave a few more orders before his men moved out. More than half of them ran behind Zeke and the others. They raised their swords and sabers as their eyes sparkled with a bloodthirsty light. They looked like wolves that had been hungry for three days. The five bronze-tier warriors with slightly stronger abilities would face Allen head-on.
Sparrow smiled; he felt slightly relieved when he saw the scene. They would still have the strength to fight even if they had to face a gold-tier warrior.
"Can't you see that I'm talking to Young Masters Zeke and Zenoah? Do you know that it's very impolite to interrupt other people's conversations? Oh, right, I almost forgot that you're a bandit. So you won't know what etiquette is at all."
Allen turned his head and glanced at Sparrow with a dissatisfied expression.
Allen knew that he had to please those two young masters if he wanted a better life in Blackmoon Castle. He had many flattering words for the twins, and it was the bandits' fault that he did not have the time to say them.
"Is this guy an idiot? The other party is a silver-tier warrior. Why is he still behaving so leisurely?"
The caravan guards, including Lucas, looked at Alan with disappointment in their eyes. They thought they would have a chance to escape when they saw that someone was there to help them. However, that person had seemed so unreliable.
Zeke and Zenoah were also anxious. They thought Allen had talked to them because he wanted to stall for time to wait for reinforcements.
However, when they looked around, they realized that there were no reinforcements at all. There was only Allen, a guard from Blackmoon Castle, within several kilometers radius. Why would he waste so much time? He should have escaped earlier.
Just as everyone was worried, the five bronze-tier bandits had already arrived in front of Allen. The long knives in their hands were covered with a thick combat aura of various colors, and they were saying arrogant words.
"Well, you seem to be quite strong, but I didn't expect you to be a fool. Just stay here obediently. After I kill you, your equipment will be ours."
"Do it! The Boss said not to leave anyone alive."
As they shouted, the five bronze-tier bandits moved toward Allen. They raised the knives in their hands and swung them down with a force that could shatter large rocks. Allen stood there in a daze as he faced their attack. He seemed to have been scared senseless.
Some of the caravan guards wanted to step forward to help, but they realized that it was already too late. They could only turn their heads away; they did not dare to look.
Bang!
Right at that moment, a muffled sound echoed. The five long knives landed on Allen's body. Allen did not move, but the armor on his body was not damaged at all. On the contrary, the five bandits who attacked him had to retreat a few steps. Their faces were filled with disbelief.
What had happened? The five of them were bronze-tier warriors. Even a silver-tier powerhouse would have to take two steps backward to show their respect if they were to attack with their full strength.
There was only one reason such a situation had occurred.
"The armor is silver-tier. Furthermore, it's the top quality among silver-tier armors!"
Sparrow shouted excitedly, "Stop! Stop! Leave him to me."
He could not afford to be cautious anymore. He could not watch as they destroyed the armor.
He felt that he was lucky that day. It was nearly winter, and that was the first time the Bloodied-hand Bandit Gang had encountered such wealthy merchants. He had not had a set of silver armor for so many years as a bandit. If he could obtain it, his strength would increase by several times fold; he might even be able to annex a few bandit gangs and expand his influence.
As he looked forward to a beautiful future, Sparrow got off his horse and walked toward Allen. A pair of bright red combat aura wings appeared on his back, and it was filled with the smell of blood; he had a fire-elemental combat aura. It smelled like blood because he had killed countless men.
The gloves on his hands started to burn with blood-colored flames. Wherever he walked, there were thick bloody footprints on the ground that would not scatter. His subordinates stepped aside respectfully and discussed with trembling voices.
"Get out of the way! Boss is going to make a move."
"Be careful not to touch the flames on his body. Otherwise, you won't be able to quench it until your body turns to ashes. Even water-elemental combat aura won't be able to extinguish it."
It was not only the bandits who retreated; the caravan guards also did the same. Their faces seemed pale. They shuddered in fear when they saw the murderous aura from the silver-tier warrior.
"Kid, I've given you a chance. If you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for not being quick enough." Sparrow raised his right hand at Allen as he declared that. Allen did not move at all; it was as if he was scared senseless.
"Hmph... is that all you've got?" A hint of contempt flashed in Sparrow's eyes. It seemed like the other party's strength was not that great. A silver-tier warrior who had killed men was different from a warrior who had never seen blood. He could take care of Allen by himself; he would not need help from his men.
Sparrow carried an incomparable aura as he transformed into a ray of light and appeared in front of Allen. His fist burned with flames as he charged toward Allen.
Bang!
There was a muffled sound, but Allen's face was completely unharmed. Instead, there was a thick layer of water-elemental combat aura between his face and Sparrow's burning fist.
It looked like the man was quite strong; no wonder he was so arrogant.
His pupils contracted. He did not wait for Allen to fight back before he rose into the air and roared, "Fighting technique—Bloodied-hand Chaotic Dance."
That was his famous ultimate skill. It was ranked top among the bronze-tier skills. The air was crushed as blamed claw marks appeared one after another as it formed a continuous web of fire that struck Allen.
"This guy is in deep trouble. Boss' fighting skill compressed the flames into a blade-like sharpness."
"Even though he's a silver-tier warrior, not many people could counter this move. Furthermore, this fool is not even defending himself." Nevertheless, a few of the bandits pitied Allen.
However, the result shocked them greatly—Allen was still unscathed. There was not even a single wound on his body. He even yawned and scratched his head.
"Die!"
Sparrow's eyes reddened—his every punch was faster than the last. However, his attack only hit the ground, where it left an ugly scar each time it struck it. That proved that his attack was not without power. It allowed him to strike like a storm, but Allen was like a rock that did not move.
"How could this be?" After half a minute, Sparrow panted heavily and retreated when he realized that his attacks had been ineffective. As he took a step backward, a sword light flashed in front of him.
Whoosh!
Allen drew the sword from his waist and pierced it through Sparrow's chest."What is this? It's so flashy. Oh, I'm wearing gold-tier armor. Well, it would be strange if you could pierce through it."
"Gold-tier armor?" he said softly. Sparrow lowered his head to look at his chest; he revealed an expression that was either sorrowful or angry."Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
If he had known that the armor on the man's body was gold-tier, then he would not have stood there and attacked so carelessly. Of course, he would have wanted it even more if he had known that it was gold-tier armor. It was greed that drove him to take action, and it was also greed that harmed him.
Had their boss lost the fight?
The bandits watched the scene quietly with their eyes wide open. No one said a word; it was as if they could not believe that it was real. Their boss' chest had been pierced by a sword, and his opponent had only attacked him once.
Allen drew his longsword with a swoosh before he kicked the heavily-injured Sparrow. The sword aura whistled, and the five bronze-tier bandits closest to him did not even have time to resist. They were cut into halves at their waist, and fresh blood splattered everywhere.
Then, Allen swung his sword again. The sky-blue sword aura was like a long dragon as it engulfed the three bandits who had tried to run away. Allen slaughtered them as if he was chopping melons and vegetables. In less than a minute, more than half of bandit gang members were killed or injured.
"Release the arrows, release the arrows, quickly!"
A few bandits quickly drew their bows and arrows as they trembled. They aimed at Allen's head and fired. The sharp arrows flew through the air and were shot into pieces by his little finger that was covered in armor.
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Sparrow, who laid on the ground, widened his eyes and stared at the scene. Finally, he spat out one last sentence before his head tilted and darkness engulfed him.
Five minutes later, the whole place was silent.
Everyone looked at Allen, who was standing in a pool of blood. They did not know what to say. He had killed more than 50 bandits in only a few minutes. He even killed the bandit leader, Sparrow, in only one move. It seemed like Allen was rich and powerful!
The man had a proud look on his face as his combat aura surged. He looked around with his long sword; he looked like a god who had descended from heaven.
"Allen, we're sorry to have troubled you." Zeke was the first person to react. He resisted the urge to vomit as he walked over the broken limbs on the ground and patted Allen's shoulder.
"Not at all, not at all."
Allen turned around and immediately put on a pleased expression. His strong warrior demeanor had vanished."Young Masters Zeke and Zenoah were the ones who encouraged me. Otherwise, I wouldn't have been able to finish the enemy so quickly! Your heroic bearings in the face of our enemies were deeply imprinted in my mind and guided me. Meeting both of you today is like seeing the sun, and my combat aura rose infinitely. Praise the sun, praise the two young masters..."
When the caravan guards witnessed that scene, the corners of their mouths twitched. They realized that not only was the person's strength beyond their imagination, but his shamelessness was also the same.
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