Zich stuck close to the closest bandit beside him. The bandit looked terrified and swung his knife, but Windur had already dug into his neck.

Slice!

A head floated in the sky, and blood shot up like a fountain. The body continued to swing its arms without realizing its head was gone, but Zich had already lost his attention towards it. He easily evaded the knife and moved towards his next target. Perhaps, because he had seen his colleague getting killed, his next opponent was better at responding—but that was all.

With a sharp sound, the sword that the bandit was holding crushed into pieces. Windur pierced through the scattered sword pieces and sliced the bandit’s body into two.

‘Next.’

Zich’s eyes coldly searched for his next target. He saw the next bandit standing closest to him. The bandit appeared terrified, and his pupils shook, but Zich showed no mercy. Zich’s Windur shot out like a flash of light.

Crash!

There was a big commotion. Rather than feeling the sensation of cutting flesh, Zich felt resistance. Unlike the time it sliced through bandits' bodies smoothly, Windur was blocked by a large sword.

“Who are you!” a man with an angular face barked after blocking Zich’s...