C23 Bandits Run You're Going to Die

"My soldiers, kill these men who get in our way with me so that we can go back to our stronghold to drink!"

The Bandit Chieftain shouted to his subordinates who was already extremely excited, and rushed forward to kill.

"Kill!"

The subordinates behind the Bandit Chieftain all shouted out. Waving their swords, they rushed towards the dozens of men!

"Big guy, behind us is our home.

These people are all evil Bandits, what do you think we should do?! "

A fierce battle was unavoidable. The stocky man couldn't help but clench the iron rod in his hand firmly and shout in a deep voice.

"Fight to death!"

Behind the burly man, there were dozens of men from the village. Their faces were filled with grief, but they tightly gripped the weapons in their hands with determined eyes.

Behind them was their family. They could not retreat, nor did they dare to!

The Bandits rode their horses and arrived in front of them in a moment. They began to fight with the men from the village.

As soon as they started fighting, the disparity in strength between the two sides became clear.

On one side, there were some men from the village who only knew some rudimentary tricks.

The other side was Bandits who were killing brutally.

The result of their fight was obvious.

The number of Bandits in the battle was half the number of the village men, but the Bandits held the absolute advantage!

These peasant men did not have any foundation in Martial Arts, and were obviously no match for the Bandits, who were at least in the first or second level of Acquired Stage.

In just a few fights, several village men had already died under the blade of the Bandits.

"Scoundrel, how dare you!"

Seeing another farmer die miserably in front of his eyes, the sturdy man immediately roared out in rage.

The metal rod in his hand was wielded mightily, brazenly smashing the Bandit's head in front of him, causing blood to spurt out in all directions.

The sturdy man had learnt a few martial arts techniques. With his own cultivation, he was much stronger than the average Bandits.

"Stop being so arrogant. Try my fists and blade!"

Seeing the sturdy man display his might, the nearby Bandits looked at each other, stopped their fighting and all rushed forward to kill him.

In the next moment, the burly man fell into a bitter battle!

As time passed, the village men were increasingly in an unfavorable situation.

In just fifteen minutes, ten peasant men had already died in a pool of blood, while only one Bandit had died.

To make it more tragic, all the Bandit Chieftain had done was to watch the fighting spectacle with another two subordinates.

The men from the village were in danger!

"Forth Chieftain, two young Martial Cultivators are approaching us."

Just as the Bandit Chieftain was watching the battle with her arms crossed,

a scout Bandit outside the battlefield rode his horse to him and reported to him.

"Young Martial Cultivators, which sect do they belong to?"

Hearing that, the Bandit Chieftain's heart tensed up, and hurriedly asked.

As a Bandit, what he was most afraid of were those young warriors who were committed to heroic deeds.

These disciples who had just left their sect were young and potent and had a deep background.

Not to mention how powerful they were, even if they didn’t deal with the weakest ones properly, their stronghold would be at risk.

"No, they don't wear any sect's clothing. It's like a young master from a rich family bringing his servants along."

The Bandit responded.

"Young master of a rich family? How about this, you go and let them leave, remember, don't kill them."

Bandit Chieftain muttered to his subordinates.

Since they were fighting with people from Xiushui Village right now, the Bandit Chieftain didn't want to offend the two of them who appeared out of the blue.

He could just use some tricks to drive them away.

However, even if he didn't want to offend the two young men, they didn't think so.

“Ah!”

With a miserable scream, the Bandit scout died on the spot.