When the first extremist rushed forward, the captain of the guard simply turned sideways and lightly tapped him with the tip of his sword. The man seemed to be pulled by an invisible force and rushed straight past his head and fell to the ground.
The second was more cautious and attempted a flank attack.
The captain of the guard simply raised his hand to block the attack, which was like hitting cotton, with no force at all.
Then, the captain of the guard flipped his wrist slightly, and the sword drew an arc, and the extremist immediately fell in a pool of blood.
The others were stunned for a second, then rushed forward with roars.
Their actions were brutal and violent, and they just wanted to kill the person in front of them as quickly as possible.
The captain of the guard's figure was like a dancer. Each time he moved, he never moved more than the necessary distance, and each time he drew his sword, he never used more force than required.
To be precise, he was not fighting, but rather leading his opponent to his own destruction.
An extremist's attack was easily led away by him and he lost his balance.
The other tried to flank them, but found his partner standing right in front of him.
However, in about ten seconds, all the extremists who rushed up fell to the ground.
Either dead or struggling to survive.
The whole process was like a performance, and the captain of the guard didn't even have any breathing disorder.
Only Elias remained standing there, completely stunned.
When he saw his companions falling one by one, he finally realized how terrifying the person in front of him was.
"You... who are you?"
He stumbled back a step, his voice filled with fear.
The captain of the guard did not answer, but walked forward steadily.
Elias, on the other hand, was even more panicked.
"impossible!"
"No human can be so fast! So precise!"
"Are you God? Are you from God?"
The captain of the guard remained silent, while Elias made one last stand.
He used all his strength to attack, but in the eyes of the captain of the guard, his attack was full of loopholes.
With a slight flick, the sword tip deviated.
With a slight flash, the attack missed.
By the time Elias realized that all his actions had been seen through, the cold blade was already against his throat.
"Who are you......"
The captain of the guard still did not speak, but just pushed lightly, and the sword blade pierced the throat, ending the centurion's life.
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