he would have set a few traps. These bandits, however, stood brashly like dumb trees. With his speed, Brutols could easily escape, but he chose not to. Running would only embolden them further.

With a chuckle, Brutols continued walking, ignoring the threat. The bandits, especially their leader, were infuriated. The leader’s eyes bulged as he gripped his sword, trembling with both rage and fear. Deciding not to confront Brutols directly, he sent his subordinates to test Brutols' mettle. Despite this caution, he couldn’t believe anyone could defeat his thousand-strong bandit gang.

Brutols was far from ordinary. His close-combat skills, combined with his powerful fire elemental abilities, made him formidable. Wielding the Wind Sword and a dagger swiftly, he decapitated two bandits in an instant. Still, he continued forward as if the slain were mere air, unable to halt his advance.

The sight of Brutols killing and advancing unnerved the bearded bandit leader. His hands shook with both rage and fear, realizing Brutols was not to be underestimated. However, he held onto the belief that no skilled swordsman could take on thousands of bandits alone.

“Get moving, you fools! I don’t pay you to stand around. The one who brings me his head gets one hundred gold coins!” the leader shouted, offering an enormous reward. Momentarily inflamed by greed, the bandits hesitated until some surged forward only to be gruesomely slain by Brutols. Their gruesome deaths sobered up the rest, who held back in fear.

“You’re dead meat! Oh, wait..." One bandit, leaping from behind with a spear aimed at Brutols' back, met a swift end as Brutols' ax flew backward, cleaving his head in two. Brutols seemed unstoppable, with every ambusher effortlessly identified and dispatched.

A more coordinated charge attempted to overwhelm Brutols, but his Wind Sword created a whirlwind, repelling and injuring anyone close. The ferocity of the storm left bandits questioning Brutols' strength and the nature of his weapon.

"How can he be so strong? We can't even get near him!" they muttered, but Brutols' fire ability soon came into play. Yellow winds enveloped in red flames turned attacking bandits into sizzling, scorched meat.

Realizing their leader had encountered not just a strong foe but a true powerhouse, the bandits panicked. Brutols turned his gaze toward the leader, adding to their terror. Determined to leave none alive, Brutols continued his relentless assault, the Wind Sword creating tornado-like effects, lifting bandits into the air. Flames consumed those who tried to flee or were swept up, leaving nothing but charred remains.

“Spare me, please! I’ll be your servant. Just let me live!” the bearded leader begged through tears, seeing his entire gang wiped out by Brutols alone. Brut

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