Wizard: I crush legends with martial arts.

Chapter 107 Suppressing the Bandits

Tessie was much calmer than Midio. Although she was also furious, she still prioritized reporting to Alphonse, who was in the carriage.

"My lord! There are bandits ahead!"

With a flick of the reins, the carriage sped up even more.

Two accompanying soldiers rode closely behind on either side, their spears already held high, ready for battle.

They are all veterans who have fought many battles, and now they have cultivated the Blood Fiend Demon Art. Their combat strength is no less than that of warriors with first-level battle qi. Even if they are outnumbered, they will not back down in the slightest.

Midio finally lost his temper. Before he could even get close, two wind blades had already slashed across the sky.

Almost simultaneously, the carriage door opened.

Two figures, one in white and one in black, flew out like lightning, one in front of the other.

The wind blade had just struck a bandit when blood splattered everywhere.

The prelude to the massacre had already begun.

The swords flashed and clashed, and Mia's figure moved swiftly, with no one able to stop her sword.

Although Alphonse was a step slower to emerge, he killed people much faster than Mia.

With arms outstretched, the little fingers are drawn out together.

Several thin, silvery-white sword energies emanated from his left and right hands, accompanied by sharp whistling sounds, and flew out nimbly and gracefully.

Where the sharp sword energy swept past, screams rose like waves, and countless pieces of corpses and blood scattered everywhere.

It was as if a rain of blood had fallen out of nowhere.

The sword energy of the soft sword seemed to have eyes, perfectly avoiding innocent people and cutting the bandits to pieces.

This scene was truly terrifying, as if hell had reappeared on earth.

The people huddled together were so frightened that their faces turned deathly pale, and they couldn't even scream.

Although they knew the people who came were there to rescue them, the scene was still far too terrifying.

The previously ferocious bandits vanished like grass stalks cut by a sickle, leaving not even a complete corpse behind.

This move, "Ten-Sided Flow of Swords," is a wide-range, dispersed attack. With Alphonse's current strength, he has released more than one sword aura, expanding the attack's coverage area to its maximum.

Before the bandit leader could even escape, a sword flashed across his neck.

His head flew high into the air, and blood gushed out.

Mia paid no attention to that, and with a swing of her longsword, she charged at the remaining bandits.

Taixi had barely arrived at the location when he reined in his horse.

He didn't need to fight the two soldiers; Mia and Alphonse had already wiped out the entire bandit gang.

These thugs were ruthless in bullying the weak, but they never expected to run into Alphonse and his group.

Midio had never seen such a bloody scene before. With a "whoosh," he leaned over the carriage shaft and vomited.

His vomiting triggered a chain reaction; those huddled beside the convoy couldn't hold it in any longer, and sounds of vomiting echoed from one after another.

Alphonse glanced around and said he had saved the people, but none of them came to thank him; instead, they all looked terrified and fearful.

He frowned slightly and asked in a loud voice, "Who among you is in charge here?"

A middle-aged man cautiously stepped forward from the crowd, filled with fear, yet he did not forget to bow.

He could tell that Alphonse and Mia's clothing was not that of ordinary people.

The coat of arms inlaid on the carriage further indicated their noble status.

"Your Excellency, I am... I am the director of the Nightingale Dance Company."

A song and dance troupe?

There were broken musical instrument fragments scattered on the ground.

"Clear this area and make way, we need to get through," Alphonse said.

The middle-aged man readily agreed and immediately told the members of the group to pack their belongings and drive the covered wagon to the roadside.

The men were somewhat better off, managing to calm themselves and move the body parts. The women's faces were streaked with tears; this sudden nightmare had terrified them so much that they were lucky to even stand.

Alphonse could only patiently wait for them to clean up the mess.

He walked back to the carriage and checked on Midio's condition.

The little guy had already vomited bile, and his eyes were full of tears. Taixi kindly patted his back.

"Boys need to be stronger. It's just a small matter." Alphonse chuckled.

When I first killed someone in the martial arts world, I was in a similar state of vomiting.

Humans are not animals, so how can they not have some psychological burden? It's just that after doing it so many times, it becomes commonplace.

Midio's eyes were filled with tears; he was utterly powerless to refute.

Mia, however, brought back a bloodied head, asked the dance troupe for a cloth, wrapped it up properly, and carried it back.

"What are you doing?" Alphonse asked, somewhat puzzled.

"This bandit leader might have a bounty on his head from the mercenary guild. If there's a reward, it could save on travel expenses," Mia replied calmly.

Alphonse was genuinely surprised; he hadn't expected this at all.

Mia seemed to take this behavior for granted, and it appeared to be something she had done before.

Forget it, I'm too lazy to talk about her anymore.

Even a tiny mosquito is still meat.

"You were a mercenary?"

"I used to be a bounty hunter to raise money for my travels," Mia said calmly.

Alphonse could imagine that along the way to Coldwind Territory, she must have encountered many villains who lost their lives at her hands.

The head of the Nightingale Dance Troupe ran over again, forcing a fawning smile. "Sir, could we follow behind your carriage? We promise we won't bother you."

"Should we help him?" Mia said to Alphonse.

"I don't care, anything is fine," Alphonse replied casually, understanding that the troupe leader was afraid of another accident.

But there aren't that many bandits; Alphonse has never seen any robbers in the North.

The director of the Nightingale Dance Troupe thanked them humbly and repeatedly before turning back.

He hadn't expected this young nobleman to be so easy to talk to; he had just been like a god of death, but now he was unusually kind.

This request had to be made, however. All the guards in the group were dead, and there was no one to protect them. If they encountered bandits again and no one came to their rescue, their fate was predictable.

"They're all pitiful people," Mia sighed softly.

"What do you mean?" Alphonse had a vague idea of ​​what was going on.

"In itinerant dance troupes like theirs, the female dancers and musicians often work part-time as prostitutes," Mia explained. "If it were a famous dance troupe, the security detail wouldn't be so simple."

This confirmed Alphonse's suspicions; no wonder those women looked so heavily made up and exuded a worldly air about them.

Indeed, it's clear that this song and dance troupe doesn't seem to be very wealthy.

Midio could hardly believe what he had just heard, his eyes widening in disbelief.

In his young mind, weren't all the people in the song and dance troupe artists? Shouldn't they be standing on the stage in a glamorous way and performing? Why would artists have to sell themselves?

Is life for ordinary people really that difficult?

(End of this chapter)