The bandit leader, Beard Stubble, couldn't help but smile savagely when he saw the young man in front of him swing his sword at his chocobo's head.
He could tell at a glance that the reckless young man had no experience fighting cavalry.
When a real veteran faced a chocobo's charge, they would always try to aim for the chocobo's legs, because military chocobos wore special protective gear on their chests and heads, and since their necks were hidden in the feathers, it was difficult to hit them, so aiming for the legs, which were unprotected, was the best option.
If the young man tried to attack the chocobo's head so recklessly, he would either be sent flying by the chocobo's head, or trampled to death by the chocobo, there was no third possibility.
But the impossible happened right in front of him.
The young man's sword landed heavily on the chocobo's helmet, making a metallic clang, but it wasn't the sound of a sword breaking, it was a much heavier sound, like the sound of a hammer striking an iron ingot.
With just one strike, the chocobo's helmet caved in, Beard Stubble thought his eyes were playing tricks on him, could it be that the young man was holding a hammer that looked like a longsword?
The chocobo he was riding let out a shrill cry, blood spurting from its beak and eyes.
The young man really did use just one strike, defying the laws of physics, to stop the charging chocobo in its tracks!
Because of the level difference + weak point attack + charged up attack, the massive damage dealt by the chocobo was instantly killed. The bearded chocobo's carcass flipped in the air with its head as the epicenter before crashing heavily into the ground. Snow and dirt flew everywhere from the impact, and the impact created a sizable crater in the frozen ground!
Beard Stubble, who was riding the chocobo, was sent flying by the force of the impact, landing half dead on the ground, if it weren't for the snow on the ground acting as a buffer, his neck would have been snapped in half.
Then, under Beard Stubble's terrified gaze, the young man with the sword swung the chocobo's corpse at the other chocobo riders charging at him like a ball.
The chocobo's charge was powerful, but the price to pay was that it was very difficult to evade while charging at full speed.
And so the chocobo riders at the back were like bowling pins, tripped over by the bearded chocobos, and crashed into a pile of debris!
Falling at that speed, the condition of the riders aside, the chocobos were most likely crippled, and even if they didn't die, their leg bones would have been broken.
Although a few of the riders managed to evade the chocobos and avoid the fate of all of them, their speed was greatly reduced. Even the chocobos that were running at full speed were stopped by a single slash from the young man's sword, and after losing their speed, they were no match for the young man, and could only rely on their agility to avoid being killed instantly.
He could not go on like this …
Beardy panicked and struggled to climb out of the pile of snow. Once the surviving knights were killed by the youth, he would be like a turtle in a jar, and could only close his eyes and wait for death.
Something had to be done.
A vicious glint flashed in Beard Stubble's eyes. Of course he wouldn't be so arrogant as to challenge the young man who looked like a god of war. Now that things had come to this, he knew that the young man was most likely a Blessed One from some church, and had mastered supernatural powers at such a young age.
His gaze fell on the other boy behind the young man.
The young swordsman was already rather scrawny, but the young man in the white robe was even smaller. He held something that looked like a scepter in his hand, and on top of it was a cross slightly larger than a wooden bowl. Many churches had cross elements in their holy emblems, at least Beard Stubble couldn't tell which church he belonged to just by looking at the cross.
But there was one thing he couldn't be wrong about, Beard Stubble squinted his eyes, he was sure that the young man in the white robe was healing and blessing the young swordsman in front of him.
The young swordsman looked rather tired from the intense battle, but with a flash of light from the young man in the white robe's hand, he was in a much better condition.
He was probably someone similar to the War Priest. Beard Stubble made a judgment in his heart. This kind of profession with healing and blessing abilities was the treasure of every church, but at the same time they were not very good at fighting, so they would usually be accompanied by guards. Obviously, the young swordsman was this guy's guard.
In other words, as long as he killed this guy first, and then continued to harass the swordsman with the knight to consume his physical strength, there would be no problem …
Although this would definitely make him an enemy of the church behind him, if he didn't do it now, he might die here. Why would he care about this!
Thinking of this, Beard Stubble picked up the sword beside him and rushed toward the young man in the white robe!
Many priests of the church had received training from a young age, and they would immediately start to run when they found something was wrong. Only by using their momentum to suppress the opponent from the beginning could they end the battle as quickly as possible!
And the young man in the white robe seemed to be scared stiff, and he actually watched Beard Stubble approach without making any reaction.
"Go to hell!" Seeing that his knife was about to reach the other party, the bearded man was overjoyed. However, he soon realized that something was wrong. He was already very close to the other party, so why wasn't the white-robed young man afraid? Instead, he was even … smiling?
"[Air Slash]!" The young man in the white robe suddenly waved the cross scepter in his hand, and sent Beard Stubble flying into the air. Beard Stubble was dumbfounded, he didn't even know what happened.
How could a kid who didn't even reach his chest, and whose thighs weren't even as thick as his arms, send him flying?
Beard Stubble would never know.
"[Spear of Victory]!"
The golden light condensed into a spear of light, and as if it was piercing through a piece of paper, it easily pierced through Beard Stubble's chest armor, and pierced through his entire body!
In Jom's eyes, this enemy with the title 'Mountain Bandit' on his head was instantly emptied of HP.
"Ah, you said you'd leave these monsters to me!" Terry, who was still dealing with the chocobo knights, complained to Jim.
"You're too slow, he's already attacking me, I can't just run away, can I?" Jim sighed, "Hurry up and finish off the rest, or I'm going to make my move."
The knights instinctively felt that something was wrong, but it was already too late to run.
"[Divine Earth Splitting Blade]!"
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