Sword God wasted no time as he sprinted toward the village chief's residence, consumed by rage and hatred, his thoughts fixed on nothing else.
The thugs noticed and attempted to stop him, but all they received was swift and decisive decapitation.
Despite Sword God's lack of knowledge about swords or battle, he fought with the expertise of a seasoned warrior as he went berserk, facing dozens of thugs armed with swords, axes, and various weapons.
But no matter how many come, they all end up being spilt in countless chunks of flesh by him.
He was like a killing machine; the more he massacred, the better he became as if he improved after every swing.
The countless villagers watched in horror as, one by one, all the thugs were slaughtered, leaving only the village chief and his family.
