I'll throw up for a bit first

The bandits had the advantage in numbers. After surrounding Bai Yang and the others with over a dozen rafts, they howled and leaped onto the villagers' rafts one after another.

These guys clearly weren't living well—their weapons were a messy assortment, nothing uniform, and their clothes were shoddy. Most had their chests and bellies exposed, not even wearing decent armor, yet they dared to engage in such a high-risk robbery trade. It was honestly a wonder they managed...

They couldn't be called mountain bandits; they were river bandits. Bandits, after all, bully the weak and fear the strong, surviving purely on a streak of ruthlessness. They'd jump at any profit, fighting and killing for it. When there's nothing to gain, who'd be fool enough to step up?

Right now, there was tempting profit right before their eyes, and every last one of them threw caution to the wind...

When blades met, it was a bloody mess.

The bandits' weapons hacked or smashed against the villagers' Titanium Alloy Armor, producing nothing but a clatter of noise. At worst, the villagers were knocked back a few steps—completely unharmed!

But the villagers were utterly ferocious. Their two-meter-long Titanium Alloy Blades swept through the crowd in wide arcs, cutting down everything in their path—man and weapon alike. Anything that touched them was severed, anything that met them was crippled. The bandits screamed like pigs being slaughtered.

This kind of one-sided battle had a name:

Slaughter.

The vicious Titanium Alloy Blades, swung by muscular men, whistled through the air with a chilling whoosh. A wrist-thick club snapped in one cut; a door-sized broadsword broke in one slash. As for people—need that be said? A single blow cleaved a man in two!

Even more terrifying: if the Titanium Alloy Blade pierced a body, the gruesome blood groove on the blade would drain the victim's blood like a gushing faucet. Then, with a kick to the bandit, as the blade was pulled out, the serrated barbs on the spine of the blade would drag out internal organs and continuously widen the wound. There was no surviving that...!

The battle was impossible to watch. Blood sprayed with a wet, thudding sound. Severed limbs and broken weapons flew through the air. The screams were a cacophony of wails and howls...

Even the water wasn't calm. Fat black fish thrashed in the bloodstained river, and with a series of splashes, the mangled bodies of bandits who'd fallen into the water were quickly torn down to skeletons within moments.

Those damn fish had teeth...

To be fair, the bandits' fighting ability was on par with the villagers'. Even with their numerical advantage, they couldn't overcome the equipment gap. You could hack at the enemy and do nothing; the enemy could cut you and leave you dead or crippled. There was no blocking it. This kind of brawl was unwinnable...

There were some skilled bandits among them, but it didn't matter. A few broadswords coming at them together still meant they'd kneel, get chopped into pieces, and be fed to the fish!

As for the bandit leader, he was genuinely tough. His massive two-and-a-half-meter frame swung a giant axe. Even though he couldn't split the villagers' Titanium Alloy Armor, he could still send them flying, charging around like a tank, showing off an invincible posture where no one could withstand a single blow!

But even that ferocity was useless. After smashing a few villagers away with his axe, four or five Titanium Alloy Blades clanged together to catch his axe. Sparks flew as the axe head became covered in deep gashes, nearly shattered into pieces!

Zhao Shi, the guard captain personally leading the protection of Bai Yang, seized that opening. He shot an arrow from an angle, and with a pfft, it pierced the bandit leader's knee. The guy dropped to his knees on the spot!

Several broadswords came down. It was a gruesome sight. The Hulk-like bandit leader was chopped into chunks...

"The king is dead! Run!"

Oh, so much for living and dying together?

After seeing their leader fall, the bandits, having lost most of their numbers, scattered in all directions. Honor meant nothing compared to their own lives.

But hey, boss, this is the middle of the water. Where do you think you're going? You can't flee while paddling a raft...

"Leave no one alive!"

Zhao Shi roared from behind.

Immediately, the villagers in Titanium Alloy Armor swung their broadswords and began the pursuit. Practically invulnerable, they charged recklessly, ignoring the enemy's attacks that couldn't break their defense, just hacking away wildly...

If there was one thing the villagers hated most, it was these bandits. After risking their lives in the jungle to obtain supplies, running into these guys always ended badly. Not only would their village's precious goods be stolen, but they'd be killed too. Facing such bandits, they could eat them alive!

At this moment, they showed no mercy in killing them. Every one of them was used to life and death in the jungle. They'd slaughter until heads rolled!

This was the cleanup phase, but under Zhao Shi's command, the villagers didn't lose order. Most went out to pursue, while the rest stayed to protect Bai Yang.

Surrounded by a wall of flesh, Bai Yang was nearly frantic. He could hear the clashing and killing outside, but damn it, he couldn't see a thing...

No help for it. The villagers around him were too big and too tall, forming an impenetrable barrier. Even jumping, he couldn't see over them—and he couldn't even jump, because Little Cat had a hand pressing firmly on his shoulder...

"Little Cat, Little Cat, what's happening?"

"Master, I don't know either."

The two of them were at the very center, with at least three layers of villagers protecting them. The first layer was hacking at enemies, the second layer was stabbing opportunistically with their blades, and the third layer, closest to Bai Yang, was purely there for show. They didn't even get a chance to fight, regretfully noting they couldn't personally kill a few...

The battle came and went quickly. From start to finish, it was only about half an hour.

"We surrender... we surrender... stop killing..."

With a terrified shout like that, the surviving bandits, scared out of their wits, all knelt. They had no choice. They'd kicked an iron wall. These weren't mountain folk—they were a damn meat grinder. Even the imperial army wasn't this terrifying...

The villagers were ruthless too. Hating these bandits to the bone, they disarmed the surrendering bandits, slashed their wrists and ankles to sever tendons, then tied them up tightly with leather ropes and tossed them into a pile!

Only then, after being surrounded airtight, could Bai Yang finally see the light. The villagers protecting him parted slightly, but remained on high alert.

He peered through the gap. One look, and he dropped to his knees on the spot. His face went pale. He bent over, throat convulsing, and vomited violently...

So disgusting! So terrifying!

Bai Yang, raised in a big city, had never seen such a bloody scene!

Blood everywhere. Severed limbs. Guts and brains strewn about. It was worse than hell!

No matter how brilliant a movie, it couldn't capture this scene!

He was just an ordinary person. Seeing dead people scared him. Seeing something this nauseating made him throw up...

He had no mood left to look at the bandits. He vomited until he nearly forgot who he was...

When he finally caught a brief pause, he didn't even dare lift his head. He waved a hand weakly and said, "Do whatever you want. Don't mind me. I'll just vomit for a while. Maybe if I puke enough, I'll get used to it... urp..."

The villagers exchanged glances. The young master's reaction surprised them. Was it really that disgusting? They didn't feel a thing...

Little Cat's heart ached for him. She crouched beside Bai Yang, gently patting his back. Her big, beautiful eyes were brimming with tears. My master, seeing you like this breaks my heart...

Then Little Cat suddenly stood up and, like a tigress, let out a delicate shout:

"What are you all standing around for? Why aren't you cleaning up? Throw what should be fed to the fish into the water, scrub what needs scrubbing, and clean the bloodstains off yourselves. Rinse those bandits in the river—if you dirty the young master's eyes, can you bear the consequences?"

Well, the young master was pampered and couldn't stand such filthy scenes, so the brothers quickly got to work...

Severed limbs and such were carelessly tossed into the water. The river churned as if boiling, and big black fish, who knows where they came from, rushed out to fight and tear at the scraps. The bandits' corpses vanished in no time!

Thus, nature is the best cleaner...

The river water was hauled up with a splash to wash the raft, and the surface soon turned red!

Finally, those bandits, drenched in blood, were held upside down and rinsed in the river. If the long-toothed fish bit them, they had it coming.

And honestly, Hu Zi, with his wild imagination, actually thought using people as fishing bait was pretty fun. He played at it with great delight...

The villagers themselves had it even simpler. Bucket after bucket of water was poured over their bodies. Blood, brains, shreds of flesh—everything was washed away in no time. The Titanium Alloy Armor was formed in a single press, so it didn't have many hard-to-clean crevices...

"Young master, are you alright?"

Little Cat helped Bai Yang up, asking with deep concern.

He had vomited so much it turned the world dark, nearly puking out his gall bladder. His whole body trembled. The scene earlier was just too horrifying. At most, he'd seen dead people on TV, but never anything like that before. The disgust and fear were overwhelming.

"Let's go, let's go. I don't want to stay in this place."

He waved his hand weakly, leaning on Little Cat.

From now on, only a fool would watch any fight with bandits. Whoever watches is the fool!

What else could the villagers say? The young master couldn't stand filthy scenes and didn't want to stay in a dirty place. What could they do? They left...

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