The moment the bandit leader arrived, the battlefield tensed.
His confident strides and the unshaking gaze of his that did not exhibit any signs of fear or concern was a stark contrast to his underlings who had been scrambling erratically with no pattern as they fought like wild dogs.
He let out a low chuckle, his voice sweeping over the soldiers, "So this is what they sent to stop me?"
His gaze swept over the soldiers, unimpressed, "I expected more… You lot are barely enough to take me out."
He rested his massive blade on his shoulder, eyes gleaming with amusement as he spoke, "I will give you guys one chance. Drop your weapons and your equipment, then walk away and maybe… hahaha… maybe- I'll let some of you live."
The soldiers bristled at his arrogance, unwilling to believe that they would not be able to take out a simple local bandit leader, but none of them stepped forward and neither did they drop their weapons.
