He started to get the chills.

The bandit leader flinched as he twisted his body.

However, he was already too late.

�Ugh!�

His large body tilted to the back. There was a hand in a white glove that was choking him. The man with the white glove easily pulled his body forward. The bandit leader tried to resist, but it was futile.

He turned his gaze to the side. He could see a man�s gaze as his body fell to the back.

There was coldness and annoyance in the gaze.

The man looked spotless as he held a greatsword in his gloved hands.

The man calmly asked the bandit leader a question.

�Have you washed lately?�

�What bullshit- ugh!�

Pow!

The bandit leader�s body that was falling down was slammed to the side. The side of the greatsword had struck the bandit leader�s body, delivering the shock through his entire body.

Baaaaang!

The bandit leader�s body slammed against the wooden fence.

�Ahhh! The ground is shaking! Hold on!�

�Hey, hold onto me!�

The bandits who were leaning over the wooden fence held on for dear life as they could not hide their emotions.

Anxiety, shock, and fear.

All sorts of emotions filled the faces of the bandits, but Beacrox did not care as he looked toward Cale. Cale opened his mouth to speak.

�Two more hits.�

Beacrox sighed and put on a new pair of white gloves as he approached the bandit leader.

�Ugh.�

The bandit leader slowly raised himself up from the ground. There was a giant dent in the shape of his body on the wooden fence. But as someone who was born with a naturally gifted physique, there was not a single injury on his body. JrNovels.com