The whipping vines fell like a tempest, yet the 'Bandage Swordsman' strolled through them with ease.
Every time the vines struck down, they barely missed the 'Bandage Swordsman,' as if they were just a hair's breadth away from hitting him.
But a miss is as good as a mile!
That slight difference allowed the 'Bandage Swordsman' to step forward, one step at a time.
He was getting closer and closer to No. 2 Cork Street.
Feeling the 'Bandage Swordsman's' approach,
immediately, the banyan tree began to shake.
Within the rustling of leaves, one could sense the feeling of anger.
The ceaselessly thrashing vines all came to a halt.
It was then that the stalkers, who had run far away, finally relaxed and let out a breath.
"Such a terrifying 'Bandage Swordsman'!"
"If such dense attacks can't harm him... then he must be confident about dodging a volley of rifle fire, right?"
"Definitely!"
"Truly terrifying!"
"But, he's still doomed, right?"
"For sure!"
