The faces of every Revolutionary Army soldier changed drastically the instant they saw who had arrived. Almost instinctively, they entered combat stance. Several weaker soldiers even staggered back half a step uncontrollably, their breathing quickening.
The red-haired man's expression did not change in the slightest. His tone was terrifyingly calm as he spoke indifferently:
"No need to be nervous, and no need to retreat. That kind of response only has meaning when facing someone on your own level."
He raised his chin slightly, revealing a gaze that was almost pitying.
"To you, it has no meaning at all... It is futile."
Such naked contempt and arrogance instantly ignited the fury of every Revolutionary Army soldier. Their bloodlust overwhelmed their fear, and they almost simultaneously raised their Flintlocks, roaring as they pulled the triggers!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The smell of gunpowder filled the air.
However—
Whoosh!
The red-haired man's figure blurred where he stood, turning into an almost invisible crimson afterimage. As though merely taking a stroll, he passed through the barrage of bullets. At some point, the Western sword in his hand had already left its sheath, and the Revolutionary Army soldiers began crying out one after another.
The screams abruptly stopped in the next instant.
Except for Ginny, whom everyone had instinctively shielded in the middle, dazzling lines of blood erupted from every Revolutionary Army soldier around her at the same time.
Blood splashed into the air like spilled ink. Before they could even see how their opponent had attacked, they fell one after another like harvested stalks of wheat, powerless and with their fate unknown.
The red-haired man stopped before Ginny and lightly shook the warm droplets of blood from his Western sword. His gaze fell upon Ginny, who was frantically trying to reload her Flintlock.
His tone