"Attack!"
"Don't let that brat scare you!"
"He's just bluffing!"
"A little kid like him thinks he can challenge all three hundred of us?!"
"Kill him!"
After a brief hesitation, the naturally bloodthirsty bandits roared in unison.
Instead of retreating, their killing intent only grew fiercer.
In the blink of an eye—
dozens of them lunged at Kai, weapons gleaming in the sunlight.
Spiked clubs. War hammers. Curved blades.
Steel flashed with a cold light as the blades fell.
"Die, brat!" A gaunt middle-aged swordsman grinned savagely as he swung his saber straight at Kai's head.
But just before the strike connected—
Kai tilted his head slightly.
Whoosh!
The blade cut nothing but air.
Kai's hand shot out, gripping the man's arm like an iron vice.
With the slightest pressure—
Crack!
A sharp, sickening snap echoed through the air.
"AHHHH!"
The man's scream tore across the battlefield as his arm shattered like dry twigs. His sword clattered to the ground.
Without pause, Kai lifted him up with both hands—hoisting the grown man overhead like he weighed nothing.
The bandit flailed in terror.
"Let me go! You damned brat!"
But he couldn't break free.
With explosive strength flooding his arms, Kai roared and hurled the man into the charging mob.
The bandit's body spun through the air like a cannonball—slamming into a cluster of attackers.
BOOM!
A thunderous crash shook the ground.
The impact flattened more than a dozen bandits in an instant.
Bones shattered, blood sprayed, and bodies were sent flying like broken dolls.
They tumbled across the dirt, leaving smears of crimson as they hit the ground, coughing blood, their screams echoing through the mountain pass.
One exchange.
Over a dozen dead.
"Well done!" Kai's eyes gleamed, his fighting spirit blazing.
Like a beast unleashed, he charged straight into the horde.
His hand shot out, grabbing a hulking bandit by the torso. With terrifying ease, he swung the man like a massive club—smashing him into the surrounding enemies.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Bodies flew. Bones snapped.
A swath of bandits was scattered across the field, writhing in pain.
"My arm!"
"Help me!"
"My leg—it's broken!"
"Nooo!"
Their screams filled the air.
In just moments, nearly half the bandits had been crippled or slain.
The ground was soaked red, as if painted with blood.
The scent of iron thickened in the breeze.
The dirt beneath their feet turned slick and crimson.
Kai laughed wildly, his voice booming across the battlefield.
"Ha ha ha! Refreshing!"
Under the horrified gazes of the surviving bandits, he surged forward again.
Both fists clenched.
Muscles coiled like steel cables.
BOOM!
Every punch carried monstrous power.
Each strike tore through bodies—splitting skulls, crushing chests, ripping through flesh.
Those struck didn't survive.
Every single one died instantly.
Blood sprayed in arcs across the battlefield.
It rained down on Kai's bare torso, splattering across the muscle lines of his Ghost Back, making him appear even more terrifying.
Drop by drop, scarlet dripped from his body.
None of it was his own.
Not a single bandit had managed to injure him.
Kai rampaged like a predator among sheep.
Wherever he passed—
corpses littered the ground.
One punch burst a skull like a watermelon, blood mist spraying into the sky.
Another strike blew a hole through a man's chest, leaving his body twitching lifelessly in the dirt.
The battlefield fell eerily silent.
When Kai finally stopped moving, the ground was a graveyard.
Corpses piled everywhere.
Blood pooled into rivers.
Out of over three hundred bandits, nearly two hundred lay dead.
Another hundred writhed in agony, crippled beyond saving.
Only a few dozen remained standing—frozen in terror, trembling violently, their weapons clattering to the ground.
Their faces were as pale as death itself as they stared at the small figure at the center of the carnage.
That figure—
that four-year-old child—
stood drenched in blood, his muscles glistening in the sunlight, his Ghost Back looming like a demon's shadow.
A monster.
That was the only word that came to their minds.
"H-how is this possible?" one bandit croaked, his voice shaking.
"He's only… he's only four!"
"We had over three hundred men…" another whimpered.
"And a single child slaughtered us all…"
Their voices broke, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
It was something they never could have imagined.
Never even dreamed possible.
Their three-hundred-strong bandit clan…
annihilated by a boy not yet five years old.
The survivors stared at Kai, their eyes wide with despair.
"You… you monster… what the hell are you?!"
For the first time in their lives, the bandits knew true fear.
They weren't facing a child.
They weren't facing a human.
They were facing a monster in human form.
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