In less than thirty seconds, all twenty cavalrymen lay on the ground.
Some had passed out, some clutched their wounds and groaned, and some lay facedown without moving.
The frightened horses whinnied and bolted.
Scarface sat on his horse, his face somewhat pale.
He could tell these white figures were difficult to deal with and wanted to flee, but he also knew the city lord would not let him off lightly if he ran back now.
Gritting his teeth, he called for the infantry to move in with him. To avoid suffering the same fate as the other cavalrymen, he drew his greatsword, jumped straight off his horse, and led the infantry in a charge toward Netero and the others.
This time, they were wiser. They activated their battle aura, wrapping their bodies in a blue-green glow.
His greatsword was also coated in a layer of blue-green nen. This was the so-called wind-attribute battle aura, the same kind the other cavalrymen used.
Propelled by his battle aura, he rushed up to Netero and swung his sword down at him.
His sword was fast, befitting a Golden Warrior on the verge of becoming Legendary.
"Ho ho ho, looks like this one's mine," Netero said with a smile, stroking his beard.
Beside him, Ging looked rather resigned. His eyes darted around, and he reached out, intending to take over the fight.
Cheating was hardly a big deal.
Whoosh-
But the next second, Netero raised his hand with a chuckle and gently pressed it toward Ging, like a Buddha filled with compassion for all living things.
With a look of regret, Ging turned his hand to meet Netero's palm, which seemed slow but was actually moving too fast to perceive accurately.
Bang-
Ging used the force to launch himself toward the infantry.
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