Allen's lazy voice drifted into the camp on the night wind, brushing past the bandits' ears.
Everyone froze.
Spotted Leopard narrowed his eyes and fixed his gaze on Allen's face. Within a single breath, delight rose across his features.
The target really delivered himself? The information was right!
Grey Hawk, standing nearby, reacted even faster. He opened his mouth and roared!
"Allen!! He's Allen! Night Lion was right—he actually dared to walk into our trap! Kill him! Boss Night Lion said he won't take a single coin from the thousand gold pieces! We split it all among ourselves!"
The moment his words fell, the thirty-odd men at the front of the camp stiffened in unison. Even the air seemed to fall silent for an instant.
Then, the dense sound of blades being drawn tore through the stillness. Countless flashes of steel flickered chaotically in the torchlight.
"Kill him!!!"
Amid Grey Hawk's roar, the bandits lunged at Allen together, savage expressions twisting their faces!
The disorderly footsteps of more than thirty figures thundered across this stretch of land several kilometers wide, dust scattering through the night.
Allen narrowed his eyes at the sight.
He stepped out from the boundary between light and shadow.
The dirt at his feet exploded! His body shot forward!
One man charged head-on against more than thirty!
Excited shouts rang out from the foremost ranks of the enemy.
"A thousand gold coins!!! Hahaha, I can finally go back to Rigette and fuck some women! Kill him!"
Before the words had fully faded, the speaker—a Intermediate Sword God Style swordsman—had already rushed before Allen with astonishing speed.
Allen needed only a sidelong glance to read the man's sword swing. He twisted aside, evading the descending blade, took a step to the man's right, and assumed a slanted, low-waisted