The battle situation has entered the phase that Liu Hu had previously estimated, a phase in which they have the greatest advantage.

With over a hundred people against a few dozen, the advantage is in my hands!

"Come on, now it's our turn!"

He believed that his bandits could easily take over the team, and as their leader, he would try to get rid of the guards' leader.

However, the situation on the other side was not quite what he had imagined.

Han Feiyu observed the battle and noticed that all the guards were experts, and some of them were quite extraordinary.

"Swish... Sizzle..."

One of the guards, his knife crackling with silver electricity, swung it once and sent all three enemies who had surrounded him flying.

He lay on the ground, his body trembling intermittently; he looked like he was done for.

"call out……"

Another guard, when he wielded his weapon, had a special aura surrounding it, making the weapon exceptionally sharp.

Whether you try to block with a knife or shield, or simply play it safe and use the surrounding trees to your advantage, it's all useless.

They cut him in half, and he lay on the ground in two pieces, slowly losing his life.

There were five such experts, and under their leadership, they not only withstood the attack but even showed signs of pushing back.

However, because the bandits were numerous and powerful, a few of them managed to escape.

"You can all die!"

These people were already afraid, but they also knew that there was no point in running away at this point.

It would be better to wield a knife against ordinary people hitchhiking and take a few of them with you.

As Han Feiyu watched the group approach, he was ready to make his move at any moment.

A familiar voice appeared in my ear.

"The reason why Yan San, the Flying Hero of the Northern Desert, dared to deal with twelve bandits all by himself was naturally because he had his own reliance."

The knife in his hand was made of refined steel, and Yan San also possessed an ancestral sword technique called the Blazing Flame Blade.

Han Feiyu knew all too well that this was the story Old Man Han loved to tell, the story of Yan San, the Flying Hero of the Northern Desert.

As Old Han recounted his story, he, who was originally an ordinary storyteller, exuded a special aura.

Chivalry, purity, righteousness—that's what Han Feiyu sensed.

He closed the distance with a bandit, slapped him in the chest, knocking him back and taking the knife from his hand.

The moment the machete was in hand, the standard-issue knife burst into flames, and the blade turned a bright red.

"This Blazing Flame Blade Technique is extraordinary; when used, it ignites a raging inferno."

Wherever the blade passes, flesh is ignited, turning into withered bones; even steel used for defense is melted away.

The sword technique consisted of nine moves, each deadly. Even though the twelve bandits were all highly skilled in martial arts, they were no match for Yan San.

He's still telling stories, Old Man Han is still telling stories.

And they fought while talking.

The steel knife, now engulfed in flames, was just like the flaming blade in his storytelling tales; the bandits before him were no match for it.

"call……"

The blade, radiating intense heat, exuded a terrifying heat even before it made contact.

The group tried to turn and retreat, but Old Han caught up with them and, with a single stroke of his knife, set the three of them on fire.

"Ughhhhhh..."

The three torches rolled on the ground, and after a moment, only charred, dried-up corpses remained.

"Is this the power of a storyteller?"

Watching Old Man Han's swift and powerful actions, Han Feiyu's opinion of the storyteller changed.

It seems this isn't a path devoid of combat power; quite the opposite, it's surprisingly strong.