The bandits refused to believe what they saw, yet the glare from their boss remained true. Tens of tents were destroyed as their boss plunged into them like one giant bullet.
"You're dead!" shouted one of the bandits near Lyon.
Lyon smirked as he watched the incoming assault from the bandits. His feet moved and left an afterimage before the bandits were sent flying just like how their boss was. Wave after wave he sent them with his kicks before he held his leg up as not a single bandit approached him anymore. He slowly put his foot down. "What's wrong? Is that the best of your men?"
"Y...You!" the bandits could only glare under their perspiration.
Gamael swept the blood out of his lips as he glared at Lyon. He knew the morale of his lackeys significantly dropped after they saw what just happened. "Who the fuck are you?!"
Lyon who was unperturbed even by the sheer outnumbering they did on him, shrugged. "My name is Lyon."
