strictlysupreme Chapter 33 The Creation of Slaughter
Chapter 33 The Creation of Slaughter
Han Yi lurked in the shadows, his eyes wide like copper bells, staring intently at the bandits, waiting for the perfect opportunity.
Seeing that the bandits were completely unprepared, he steeled his heart and, with immense force, sent a stone flying out of his hand with a "whoosh." The force was just like a cannonball leaving the barrel, carrying an unstoppable momentum.
In the blink of an eye, the pebble, like a black lightning bolt, pierced the bandit's skin with pinpoint accuracy, striking directly at his facial tissue.
With a loud "crack," the force shattered the bone, much like porcelain being smashed by a heavy hammer, scattering bone fragments everywhere.
In an instant, blood gushed out like a tap turned on, "whooshing" out, instantly staining a large area of the ground red. The pungent smell of blood filled the air. The scene was so gruesome that it made one's scalp tingle and one's stomach churn.
The bandit who was hit in the face had his face instantly disfigured.
His facial bones were shattered, his teeth were flying around like bullets, his eye sockets had completely collapsed, and his nose was a rotten, blurry mass of flesh and blood. It was a horrifying sight.
The impact was so great that he didn't even utter a sound. Like a kite with a broken string, he fell straight to the ground, barely breathing. His legs were still kicking unconsciously. He looked pitiful and terrifying. The surrounding bandits were all stunned.
The bandit who was hit in the chest by a stone was in no better shape.
The moment he was hit, his body flew backward with a "whoosh," as if he were being pulled hard by an invisible hand. In mid-air, his limbs flailing wildly instinctively, his face filled with terror and pain, like a drowning person struggling desperately.
With a muffled thud, it crashed heavily to the ground, making people's ears ring and their bodies convulse violently after landing, as if they had been electrocuted.
The muscles and internal organs in his chest were as fragile as tofu under the powerful impact of the stone, and were instantly smashed to pieces. Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, turning a large area of the ground red.
Their breathing was rapid and weak, their eyes grew dimmer and dimmer, their bodies trembled slightly, as if they were struggling against death, making a final stand. They made indistinct sounds from their throats from time to time, but no one could understand what they were shouting.
The bandit, wounded in the arm, bled profusely from the severed wound, like a flood bursting its banks, and the flow was unstoppable.
His face was as white as paper from the pain, large beads of sweat rolled down his face, his lips turned bluish-purple from the intense pain, and his body trembled uncontrollably, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar and was freezing cold.
Fortunately, he survived, but the suffering he endured was heartbreaking to watch. The bandits nearby were also terrified to see their companion in pain.
The leg wound was even worse; the wound was a bloody mess, and the broken bones were jagged. The entire leg, from the point of impact downwards, seemed to have vanished into thin air.
They lay on the ground, clutching their severed limbs and wailing in despair. The sound of their cries was so poignant that it brought tears to one's eyes.
The surrounding bandits were utterly shocked by the sudden bloodshed. They all stood up abruptly, their eyes wide like copper bells, staring around in terror, not daring to breathe.
In just a few breaths, more than a dozen of their comrades fell into pools of blood, their fates unknown. These men, who usually lived on the edge of a knife, were now terrified, their legs trembling.
Fortunately, the bandit leader was a man of the world and reacted instantly when attacked.
At that moment, a sharp whistling sound ripped through the sky, as if the air was being rapidly compressed by an invisible hand, and a deathly aura swept over, making one's hair stand on end.
Fortunately, he was a seasoned veteran of many battles, and instinctively raised the ring-pommel sword in his hand. In the dim light, the sword gleamed with a chilling light, exuding a murderous aura, as if demonstrating against an unknown enemy.
Han Yi's powerful pebble flew like lightning, and the leader immediately felt a strong sense of pressure enveloping his entire body.
He clenched his teeth, his arm muscles tensed instantly, and he used all his strength to hold the broadsword horizontally in front of him, preparing to withstand the blow.
With a clang, the stone and the broadsword collided violently, the sound so loud it made people's ears ring.
The immense impact shot up the blade to his arm with a "whoosh," numbing him so much that he almost lost his grip on the knife.
The leader's body jolted violently, and his feet involuntarily slid backward, carving two deep furrows in the ground, as if he were tilling the land.
His face turned deathly pale in an instant, his eyes filled with shock, and he thought to himself, "Who is this person? How can they be so strong!"
He quickly tightened his grip on his hands, desperately trying to keep the broadsword from slipping from his grasp. His disheveled appearance was a far cry from his usual imposing manner. Seeing their leader in such a state, the surrounding bandits couldn't help but feel a sense of panic.
After regaining his footing, the leader's heart pounded like a drum, his forehead beaded with sweat, and his eyes revealed fear and unease about the unknown.
He knew very well that if they couldn't find the person who had launched the sneak attack, his brothers would continue to suffer, and the losses would only increase. They had to find this guy as soon as possible, otherwise, they would be in big trouble.
So he looked around and, based on the direction Han Yi had spoken, estimated the approximate location. He then quietly made a few hand gestures, and the bandits understood immediately. They gripped their weapons and cautiously approached where Han Yi was.
Han Yi, having successfully launched a sneak attack, looked at the scene of carnage before him and felt a pang of regret.
He originally only intended to injure a dozen or so bandits to weaken their strength, but he never expected that these guys would be so weak. A few small stones caused a death in the blink of an eye.
"Things didn't go as planned, this wasn't my intention." He sighed inwardly. If he had known this would happen, he would have only used 30% of his strength. Now look what he's done, he's made a mess of things.
Han Yi felt guilty, and when he attacked, he clearly treated these bandits as if they were his own thick-skinned "Earthshaker".
Little did he know that "Earthshaker" possessed an incredibly strong physical body, far surpassing that of these mountain bandits.
Seeing such a huge massacre suddenly occur, the naive young man's face turned bright red, and he wished he could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.
As he descended the mountain, his master's earnest teachings still echoed in his ears. He had only just come down the mountain when he accidentally killed several people. If the old man found out, he would skin him alive.
"My negligence has led to this disaster, and it is too late for regrets." He was filled with remorse, and looking at the tragic scene, he could not find peace of mind.
It's too late for regrets now; the sins have been committed and cannot be undone.
Han Yi knew in his heart that the only thing he could do now was to find a way to make amends. When dealing with the remaining bandits, he had to restrain his strength and avoid causing any more deaths.
He planned in his mind that as long as he subdued all these bandits, brought them back to the palace, and handed them over to his father for punishment, everything would be fine.
"My heroes, listen to me. Lay down your weapons and surrender, and I will give you a chance to start anew. I am heavy-handed, and I really do not wish to take your lives."
Han Yi concealed himself and spoke slowly, attempting to persuade the bandits to surrender.
But to the bandits, these words were even more painful than a slap in the face, extremely grating.
The bandit leader, enraged, laughed instead, his laughter echoing through the valley, full of mockery.
Although he was frightened by the sneak attack, based on his years of experience in the martial arts world, he concluded that the person who only dared to sneak up from the shadows must not be very capable.
He thought to himself, "If someone really had the strength, why would they do something as dishonorable as a sneak attack?"
"If you've got the guts, show yourself! What kind of hero hides in the shadows like a coward? You have the audacity to demand we disarm you? You're just a petty thief, what right do you have?"
The leader, a seasoned veteran, quickly pinpointed Han Yi's location. With a few hand gestures, the bandits began to advance towards Han Yi.