The Black-faced strongman showed no fear. He raised his thick leg and kicked an SUV beside him, sending it spinning into the fray.
The bandits immediately diverted part of their firepower toward the SUV and blew it apart.
Taking advantage of the thinning barrage, the Black-faced strongman charged into it. His long blade swung relentlessly, cleaving out patches of black saber energy and shattering the incoming bullets.
He forced his way through the barrage. Several beads of blood spurted from his shoulder and the outside of his arm, all from stray bullets grazing his skin.
Those wounds were no more serious to the Black-faced strongman than mosquito bites. He did not care in the slightest. He stomped hard, and the ground rippled like water, forming a circle of waves.
The Black-faced strongman shot into the sky, leaving a shallow depression where he had stomped.
Midair, the Black-faced strongman's long blade lit up with black radiance. He suddenly slashed downward, unleashing dozens of black blade beams that spread out like a fan and swept across the bodies of the cars.
In an instant, four or five cars exploded violently. Their frames fell apart, and parts flew everywhere.
Countless human body parts flew through the air as well, along with rich red blood spreading out in sheets like silk.
By the time the Black-faced strongman landed, more than a hundred pieces of wreckage were scattered around him. The leaking fuel touched the flames and exploded into clusters of dazzling fireballs.
Amid the flames, the Black-faced strongman stood tall like a god of war and let out a roar at the bandits.
This greatly bolstered the morale of the convoy's guards. They raised their rifles, whistled, and erupted in cheers.
Then they continued throwing themselves into the fight against the bandits.
Just then,