The list indeed listed all the abilities El had learned up until now. However, Spell, Formation and 1001 Changes have not been included because they are not skills, they are usage guidance manuals, not any abilities.
In addition, El has also not fully mastered the Spells and formations taught by Yuri, so their effectiveness is still far from optimal.
El checked the skill list carefully, making sure every ability he had was ready to be used for tonight's mission.
With a faint smile that was barely visible, El surveyed the results of his efforts with cold satisfaction.
El closed the holographic screen floating in front of his, then stood up and stepped out from his hiding place behind the bushes, his steps steady and unhurried.
The two bandits guarding the gate immediately noticed his presence. Their faces tightened, their hands swiftly grasping the raised saber swords.
"Stop right there!" exclaimed one of the bandits in a threatening tone.
"Who are you?" asked the other bandit, though his voice implied hesitation.
El did not answer. He continued to walk closer, his gaze flat, but full of an intensity that made the air around him feel heavier.
Without hesitation, El raised his right hand, and in an instant, White Fire came out of Sky Pearl Poison.
An elegant and deadly Jian Sword appeared in his grasp. The blade glistened white like snow, with a red hue that seemed to contain fire within. A red gem on the hilt emitted a faint glow, as if the sword was alive.
Seeing the sword, the two bandits instantly felt an inexplicable threat. Their instincts screamed to run, but their bodies were riveted, and their actions were too late.
Shing!
In just an instant, a shimmering white line split the air, followed by the illusion of red flames sparkling around it.
El moved with incredible speed, his sword gliding noiselessly, separating the heads of the two bandits from their bodies in one smooth slash.
The two heads fell to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop on the dusty ground.
Their headless bodies remained standing for a moment, blood gushing profusely from the severed necks, soaking the ground like a red fountain.
Within seconds, the bodies collapsed with a thud, silent in eternity.
El spun his sword in a graceful motion, sweeping away the illusion of red flames surrounding him. Without the slightest trepidation, he walked until he stood right in front of the gate of the bandit's den.
The gate was made of thick, rough wood, with high walls on both sides, composed of dark, aged wooden beams.
The ends of the walls were deliberately tapered like spears, giving it a wild and dangerous feel. On either side of the wall, simple watchtowers stood, each with a small platform and a low fence.
On top of each tower, two bandits stood guard. They leaned back lazily, their eyes sleepy from a long night without any significant events. However, what El did instantly woke them up.
Tang! Tang! Tang!
The metallic clang broke the silence of the night as they struck the emergency bells frantically, alerting the rest of the den. The look in their eyes changed, from tired to alert.
El raised his head, his gaze calm but sharp as a knife. He watched the tower guards for a moment before taking action.
With one swift movement, El leapt high into the air, his body floating with unbelievable grace.
When it reached the left tower, its blade glided with deadly precision. In one smooth motion, the neck of one of the guards was severed, while the other guard only had time to stare in horror before the white blade pierced his chest.
Splash!
Wasting no time, El leapt again to the right tower. He moved like a shadow, not giving the guards time to react.
Shing! Shing! Shing!
His sword slash was swift and silent, extinguishing their lives in an instant. A cold flash turned into illusory flames that followed the direction the white, red-hued blade swung.
Instantly, blood splattered on the wooden platform, the bodies of the guards drooped, rolling to the ground below the tower.
El, with a light movement, leapt down into the bandits' den, landing with the grace of a hunter ready to finish off his prey.
Under the moonlight, dozens of bandits were already waiting for him. They stood in a chaotic formation, each clutching a sharp weapon, from rusty swords to simple spears.
Their gazes were full of anger and tension, realizing the deadly threat that had just entered their lair.
El stood tall in the center, his sharp eyes sweeping across the crowd calmly. There was no fear, only the cold certainty that they would all soon follow their friends to their deaths.
As Rinnegan activated, El's eyes transformed into hypnotizing circular patterns and emitted an eerie, mystical aura. An invisible pressure enveloped the place, making the air feel heavier.
The bandits, who were previously confident, took an involuntary step back, fear embedded in their eyes.
A large bandit gritted his teeth, breaking the silence with a hoarse voice. "What are you afraid of?! He's alone, we number in the dozens! Attack!"
The shout tried to ignite the courage of his group, but his voice was full of doubt.
El remained calm. He focused and activated his Eye of Insight. Instantly, his world changed. Colors faded, replacing the world scene with monochrome, black and white, as if the world had lost all meaning.
Time seemed to slow down, almost stop, and every movement of the bandits seemed like frozen fragments.
In his unique vision, El saw lines of weak Dou Qi energy flowing from their bodies. Most of the bandits were in the realm of low to mid-level Dou Zhi Qi.
"They're not ordinary bandits..." he muttered coldly, his voice like a deathly whisper. "But, what do I care? They're all going to die tonight."
El deactivated Rinnegan and the Eye of Insight, letting the colors of the world return, but everything seemed so slow compared to his speed. The bandits who tried to approach looked like they were walking in mud.
El moved with the speed of lightning, swinging the White Flame sword. The glowing blade sliced through the air, creating a bright trail before cutting through their bodies.
Shing! Shing! Shing!
A white flash shot out, followed by red-colored illusory flames that crossed the bandits' bodies like the streaks of hell.
One by one, their heads were severed, their bodies staggering before collapsing.
Splash... Splash... Splash!
Blood spurted from their necks, painting the ground a dark red color. The sound of clashing swords and desperate cries filled the night.
To El, they were just targets without a fight. Even if he didn't decapitate them, every swing of his sword split their bodies into two halves with ease.
The bandits in the back row witnessed this horror. They were transfixed, trembling, their eyes wide with fear. This massacre was nothing like the fight's "execution."
El did not stop. He moved like a killing machine, with terrifying precision and speed.
Each step brought inevitable death, each swing of the sword brought destruction. No mercy, no hesitation. Only the will to finish.
To the remaining bandits, El was a living nightmare, a slaughterer who could not be stopped, existing only to end everything.
Dozens of bandits were now lying lifeless on the ground soaked in their own blood. Only ten people remained, their bodies shivering, faces full of fear, lying amidst a pool of cold blood.