The bandit dressed as a woodcutter was furious as Su Mu ignored him. Last year, he successfully reached the Seventh Grade Yijin. Even their leader, the Black Wolf Saber, wouldn't dare to underestimate him so easily.
"Courting death!"
The woodcutter roared angrily, the long saber in his hand slashing through the air fiercely toward Su Mu's head. This vicious and swift strike aimed to split Su Mu in two!
"Hiss!"
But before the saber could fall, a faint 'pop' echoed instantly. The woodcutter's eyes widened, and a speck of blood shot from the center of his brow. A terrifying blood hole pierced through his head in an instant.
Su Mu stepped forward once more, and the woodcutter's body softened and fell to the ground with a thud.
"This, this..."
Both parties inside the inn were dumbfounded by the scene, unable to comprehend what had just happened.
"Did he strike just now?"
"Why, why couldn't I see when he made his move?"
