The moment Old Han stepped onto the stage, his demeanor immediately became quite different from the others.
Holding an ordinary steel knife, reciting the plot he usually told stories, he really got fired up.
Yes, literally, it ignited. His knife, still flaming, was hacking at the bandits.
Every strike is a fiery inferno with critical hits; someone unfamiliar with the game might think it's a mobile game called "Greedy Blue Moon."
"Good heavens, this scene... I must admit, my previous assumptions about the storyteller's ability to navigate were a bit too stereotypical."
I thought it was some kind of support-oriented ability, or something that couldn't even be used in battle, but the old man's performance is ridiculously strong..."
Han Feiyu was curious because the abilities that Old Man Han displayed were exactly the same as those of Yan San, the Flying Hero of the Northern Desert, from the stories he told.
Is this the power of storytellers? As long as they tell a story, they can gain the power of the characters in it?
Or is it not that simple, and there are some limiting conditions?
He didn't understand, so he could only wait until the fight was over before asking him properly.
Old Han's progress here can be described as unstoppable, and the Flaming Blade's combat power is indeed quite strong.
The bandit's knife melted instantly. A guy with a long spear tried to trick him and launch a sneak attack.
The result was the same: the spearhead broke off, but the shaft was still on fire.
"Hmph, trying to play dirty tricks on me? When your grandfather was making his way in the martial arts world, you were still nowhere to be found."
The Flaming Blade isn't just for simple melee combat; when the spearman tried to escape, Old Man Han simply swung the blade.
"boom……"
The flames transformed into blade energy, precisely covering the unfortunate fellow. In just a few breaths, an old man Han recognized from the ground.
The convoy is basically safe here; none of the bandits who dared to charge have survived.
These people dared to become outlaws and engage in highway robbery because they were full of bravado and feared nothing.
Having suffered heavy losses, the remaining bandits were terrified and turned tail and ran.
Are you kidding me? If you don't run away right now, are you really planning to go to the King of Hell and catch up with your old buddies?
"What?"
The one most vulnerable here is naturally Liu Hu, the leader who previously thought he had the upper hand and that this round was in the bag.
He was facing the leader of these guards, while the other two leaders were facing the others.
In his view, how could the three brothers, working together, possibly be a match for him?
As it turned out, the idea was wonderful, but reality was cruel.
His two good brothers were directly overwhelmed when each faced two guards.
He couldn't even beat the head of the guards in a one-on-one fight, let alone one against many.
"Clang, clang, clang..."
In the clash of swords, that last strike was aimed at his head; if he hadn't reacted quickly, he probably would have been completely bewildered.
He stepped back and caught a glimpse of his underlings fleeing in disarray. He couldn't understand why things had turned out this way.
What's this? Picking on the weak and ending up with a sea urchin?
In a moment of distraction, he was given another opportunity, and the knife, carrying a strange aura, accelerated and thrust towards his neck.
The guard leader was no longer willing to waste time; he had previously thought that someone who dared to block their path must be some powerful expert.
He kept maneuvering, trying to see if Liu Hu had any trump cards up his sleeve.
That's it?
He's almost dead, and he's still using the same few moves over and over again. It seems he really doesn't have any secret weapons left.
Let's just send them away. The sooner we finish killing them, the sooner we can get some rest.
The murderous aura and sharpness stung Liu Hu's face even before they got close. The threat of death brought him back to his senses, and he raised his hand to defend himself with his knife.
"clang……"
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