The weapons I forge are absolutely flawless.

Before Listy could finish speaking, Vina, who had been several steps ahead, stopped in her tracks.

Unable to slow down in time, Lisette crashed headfirst into Vina.

"Hiss... Why did you suddenly stop!"

Lisette rubbed her head and said in pain.

"Uh, because this is a one-way street?"

Wiener pointed to the man standing in front of her.

He was a burly man with dark muscles.

Its thick fur spreads wildly like weeds in a gale.

Heraldsmen have very keen senses.

The man simply stood there motionless, and the sense of crisis he instilled in Viner was even greater than that of all the pursuers behind him.

A battle axe lay at the feet of the burly, dark-skinned man. Though he remained silent, he showed no intention of letting Vina and her companion pass.

In the short time that was delayed, the pursuers from behind caught up.

On one side were a dozen fierce-looking bandits, and on the other side was a silent, burly, dark-skinned man.

Vina and Lisette were thus trapped in the middle.

"Phew, those two brats really know how to escape. Boss... Boss!?"

The bandit who was running first saw the burly, dark-skinned man and was just as surprised as Vina and the other two.

"These two little brats aren't worth your personal attention, we'll do it for you..."

The bandits, who were fierce and menacing just moments before, now had trembling voices.

The burly, dark-skinned man ignored his underlings and his sharp, eagle-like eyes swept over Vina and Lisette for a moment.

“The man was killed on the spot.”

"okay!"

The bandit leader breathed a sigh of relief and quickly accepted the order.

"What the hell! Did they even skip the questioning process?"

Seeing that he couldn't escape a fierce battle, Viner quickly reached for his sword.

“Then don’t say I didn’t give you a chance.” The bandit drew his short knife, revealing his cunning and cruelty, and stared at Vina as he spoke.

"You've seen what I look like, haven't you?"

"I didn't see it. I have a terminal illness that makes it impossible for me to remember the faces of strangers!"

"You're about to die and you're still trying to lie. You've already found your way to death."

The bandits didn't wait for Vina to explain; their movements were swift and ruthless, aiming straight for Vina's vitals.

Wiener also knew that now was not the time to be distracted.

He immediately drew his "Murako Sword-9527" and shouted, "Do you want to test the sharpness of my sword?"

"My sword is not bad at all!"

Long swords and short knives clashed in mid-air.

The Murakami sword, having been replaced nearly ten thousand times, is far superior in both material and craftsmanship to this piece of scrap metal picked up from who-knows-where.

The outcome of their collision was predetermined from the very beginning.

In just one exchange, the bandit's short sword shattered into several pieces.

"what?"

The man, clearly not expecting his prized possession to break so easily, stared in disbelief.

But Vina had no intention of stopping, and with a swift whip kick, sent the leader of the bandits flying.

He then pointed the village sword at the next bandit.

"Would you like to dance too?"

"Click."

Another iron sword broke.

Without pausing for a moment, Vena pointed to the next lucky bandit.

"You bastard!"

Chapter 4 Emblem Magic

The village's best iron sword (+9527): The last fine sword forged by blacksmith Viner, the best equipment for novice adventurers.

Weapon type: Sword

Weapon Grade: D

Sharpness: D+

Durability: C (60/60)

Usage Restriction: Swordsmanship Level Proficiency (D)

characteristic:

A fair and square duel (When a user challenges an opponent to a duel, the opponent, whose rank is not higher than the user's, will always accept, and the duel will end when both sides have made their move.)

Sturdy (increased durability)

The demand for this weapon has been reduced (the required skill proficiency level decreases by one level when equipped).

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In the blink of an eye, Vina had already kicked over half of the bandits.

Without their weapons, the bandits were all momentarily stunned, and after being knocked down, they obediently lay on the ground pretending to be dead, which gave Vena the opportunity to defeat them one by one.

But the situation did not become more optimistic as a result.

The bandit who was knocked down was just pretending to be dead; he wasn't actually dead.

It wasn't that Wiener didn't want to finish him off; if he were to stab him and take his life, he would lose the advantage of his honorable nature.

Although he could take down one opponent, if the remaining bandits swarmed in, Vina really didn't have a good way to deal with it.

Not to mention the burly, dark-skinned man, who had been watching for quite some time.

Wiener didn't think the other party would stand idly by until the end.

"Fine, you two can come at me together!"

Wiener decided to speed up the process.

"what!"

A scream rang out.

Wiener subconsciously turned around, only to find that the burly, dark-skinned man had left the spot at some point.

Looking again, he saw that the man was already standing in front of the fallen bandit leader, his battle axe stained with blood.

"What are you doing! Aren't they your men?!"

"Lisette exclaimed."

"Subordinates? These useless guys don't deserve to be my subordinates."

The burly, dark-skinned man sneered.

Seeing that things were not going well, the remaining bandits who were planning to besiege Vina exchanged glances and ran away without hesitation.

Did I give you permission to leave?

The burly, dark-skinned man channeled all his strength into one arm and hurled the axe in his hand. The axe spun through the air with tremendous force, hurtling straight towards the fleeing bandits.

"Spare me—"

The bandits were terrified, but they couldn't escape no matter what they did.

The axe, like the scythe of death, mercilessly cleaved them in two.

With another reach, the axe was back in the man's hand.

Apart from the three, there were no other survivors.

"What a madman." Lisette turned her head away, unable to bear the sight of the bandits' gruesome deaths.

“My target is you, Miss Lisette. If you had surrendered from the start, these people wouldn’t have died.”

The burly, dark-skinned man revealed a sinister smile.

"It's a pity that the kid next to you is much more useful than you thought. These useless guys are no match for him."

"So, all these people's deaths are your fault."

"!"

Lisette's expression seemed to waver.

"You killed the person, you started the incident, and now you're blaming it on a young girl? That's just too unfair!"

"Vina suddenly spoke up."

Seeing that Lisette seemed to be genuinely considering the burly black man's words, Vina quickly interrupted.

He had already cursed this naive young lady eight hundred times in his heart.

Good heavens! This lady actually believed what the enemy said?

Our lives are hanging by a thread, so please don't do anything foolish.

"eventful."

Wiener's behavior clearly displeased the burly black man.

His robust physique was by no means a burden for a man; while brimming with power, his speed was not diminished in the slightest.

At the critical moment, Vena had no choice but to rely on the sturdiness of the village sword to parry, and the sword and axe blade burst into intense sparks.

After the attack, the two separated.

Wiener took the opportunity to stumble back five or six steps before catching his breath, while the burly, dark-skinned man remained motionless.

"There is indeed a problem."

The burly, dark-skinned man was once again convinced of his judgment.

He had been observing for some time.

The two were fast runners, but their steps were chaotic and disorganized. They wasted a lot of energy in their pursuit of speed and only managed to keep going because of their Crest Warrior physique.

Based on this, he judged that these bandits who had been temporarily captured were enough to suppress the two men due to their numerical advantage.

That would save him the trouble of taking action himself.

But the moment that male emblem bearer drew his weapon, his entire demeanor changed.

He had seen plenty of desperate struggles; they might ignite a fighting spirit and courage, but they wouldn't turn a novice into a pro in a short time.

"While it may seem like you're relying on the advantage of your weapon, the main reason is probably your crest, isn't it?"

"But it doesn't matter, you're going to die here today."

The burly, dark-skinned man lowered his axe-wielding right hand slightly, his gaze fixed intently on Vina, like a hawk eyeing its prey.

He scrutinized Vener, from top to bottom, inside and out, as if trying to see right through him.

In Viner's mind, a hundred alpacas galloped through his mind.

What kind of situation is it to get caught up in some random incident on the street and encounter this kind of monster?

No wonder the hero died before even showing his face; this world is simply too far beyond our understanding.

I'm sorry, my esteemed hero from heaven, it's my fault for thinking you're bad.