"Who are you?! How dare you approach us with a sword?" One of the bandits saw Long Chen as he faced him without getting down the horse.
"Hahaha, the kid is trying to be a hero. The Sword looks good, though," another bandit chimed in.
" The sword? It's pretty good indeed. Want it? Here," Long Chen replied as he tossed his sword towards the bandit that had spoken.
The bandit reached out his hand to catch the sword as he laughed, "Hahaha, sensible kid. I'll give you a nice death since you've been such a good kid."
His hand was about to touch the hilt of the sword; however, before he could touch it, the sword moved itself, changing its trajectory suddenly.
It flew straight, impaling the neck of the man. The sword flew back after killing the man, leaving a hole in his neck.
The man held his neck as he tried to stop the blood. He kept struggling to breathe; however, he was unable to. His face turned pale as his body grew weaker. He fell down the horse.
