Lacking elite individuals, the goblins might have been able to use their numerical advantage to bolster their courage and charge the enemy.
But the moment they discovered the enormous gap in strength between the two sides and met a powerful, resolute counterattack, their combat strength would plummet along with it.
Right now, Xia Nan's absurd feat of "four with one sword" had clearly scared those base, cowardly Green-skinned Bastards out of their wits.
He even saw a goblin lagging at the very rear of the group, arriving late, only to discover the miserable fate of the four of its kind ahead of it.
Its body, which had been rushing over with teeth bared and claws brandished, stopped in place as if it had slammed on the brakes, leaving two wretched footprints in the soft meadow.
It abruptly turned around, threw even the wooden stick in its hand aside, and fled with terrified wails.
At the start of his transmigration, the scene inside the Goblin Cave was still fresh in his mind.
Xia Nan naturally could not let these cockroach-like, disgusting pieces of livestock filth go.
He strode after it. The iron-gray Beheading Longsword was raised high at an angle; once it fell, it would end the other party's brief life.
Then, suddenly, he seemed to think of something.
His body paused, and he drew back the raised longsword to his side, the tip pointing forward.
Both arms bent, shifting into a posture of gathering strength.
As if a machine were executing a pre-set program, Xia Nan's originally smooth stance became stiff and awkward.
His right leg stepped forward.
"Forward Thrust!"
Cold light flashed, and the sluggish sensation of a sharp blade entering flesh traveled up from the sword hilt in his hand.
Without the slightest suspense, the goblin fleeing in