Since no one was able to see Zareth's movements throughout the first several kills, he was as silent as the greatest assassin.
He approached a nearby bandit stealthily and instantly cracked his neck backward as well.
"Two down."
He cocked his head slightly to see Yan's conversation with the man behind the booth counter.
"Ten more to go."
Zareth was currently dressed in a robe and his black market mask.
He intended to put a long-standing theory to the test.
These bandits, who weren't too far from Bolnuir, would undoubtedly go there in need of supplies because any black market was known for its fair share of crooks and robbers.
Bolnuir had the biggest black market outside of the kingdom's walls, after all.
A shorter man wearing a black mask who was strong enough to win the brawl contest was someone whose name must have been disseminated around enough by this point in time where most bandits surrounding the city knew him. Zareth had originally assumed the name "Rath" in an effort to spread his name.
One of the other bandits observed Zareth after the second bandit was killed.
His look remained unchanged for a brief period of time, then suddenly, as awareness dawned on him, a wave of shock swept across his face.
There was a little bit of terror, but it wasn't of 'Rath's' might; rather, it was of the mystery surrounding him.
No matter how big or tiny, mystery has always been accompanied with terror.
Along with this, though, the bandit's startled reaction was mostly brought on by the fact that "Rath" had initially appeared out of nowhere.
"You're Rath."
He talked carefully while a few of the other thieves turned to check what their comrade was saying.
Suddenly, even their faces froze a little in shock.
No one could see the smile that broke out on Zareth's face as he realized his theory had in fact been proven correct.
His reputation was not being spread through extremely shallow routes as it was clear that even larger bandit gangs such as these were aware of him.
His name was beginning to spread.
What remained, though, was to give that name a reputation.
That would inevitably have to happen later, of course.
Zareth was content for the time being that his reputation was beginning to get some traction.
Later on, this would help him greatly, as it would allow him to act however he pleased without having to worry about anyone's gaze tracking him at all times.
He had intended to eliminate a number of the bandits covertly, but there was no longer any justification for remaining silent after being discovered by nearly all of them.
He quickly materialized in front of one of the bandits with a light tap on the ground, his feet having been somewhat imbued with Flash mana.
His body initially appeared as a hazy afterimage before gradually solidifying.
Zareth concentrated all of his might into his right fist and delivered a deadly blow to the bandit's head before he had a chance to respond.
BANG!
The bandit's head exploded into blood and brains right on the spot, not even having the time to react before his head created a shower of blood for the other bandits behind him.
"What th-!?"
One of the other bandits who had noticed Zareth shouted, making every other bandit look behind their backs slightly.
What they saw were two lifeless bodies on the floor and a headless corpse that was still upright on its feet.
Slowly, the lifeless body fell to their feet like a ragdoll, as the blood from the decapitated neck began soaking into the dirt below them.
Zareth didn't stop and dashed towards another bandit, this time infusing mana into his fist before releasing three furious, extremely quick blows on the bandit's torso.
The bandit's body was flung multiple feet back in the air, with three large holes the size of basketballs carved in his chest.
Zareth didn't waste any time and used Flash to instantly dash to the next bandit, who hadn't even processed the speed, ferocity, and shock going on in front of him.
He had a dagger in his right hand, but before he could even lift it to attack with, Zareth slammed both sides of his head with his palms, instantly obliterating his brain as his body fell to the floor.
Taking the dagger from his hand, Zareth closed one of his eyes, as if to aim, and spiked the dagger at another bandit who had his back turned, fighting Jasmine.
Jasmine looked to be the loser in this battle, as her combat art wasn't close melee, however, that all changed when a dagger priced through her opponent's head and landed behind her on the carriage.
She was the first to notice Zareth, as the others quickly caught on to what was happening as well.
Out of the thirteen total bandits, counting the man inside the stall, only seven remained.
On the battlefield, however, there existed only a mere five, as Zareth took out six of the bandits in a matter of seconds.
Now, Braemos and the others could finally stand back up from their suppressed position and fight back on equal grounds.
"Who the hell are you!?"
The burly bandit finally shouted as the others continued their fight with the adventurers.
Zareth didn't say anything, as he thought it would be pitiful to speak to someone who was going to die soon anyways.
It was like speaking to a dead person, a hunk of blood and meat.
He only smirked slightly within his mask before dashing toward the man, finally taking out his Spiraling Wind Sword.
Checking the burly bandit's stats, he was the strongest amongst them on the battlefield currently, so, the usage of his blade was now actually somewhat warranted.