Chapter 162: The Scorching Sun Shines (Part 3)

Many people were dumbfounded. Although many had anticipated the result—after all, the combat power Knight Jier had displayed previously was indeed very strong—killing the most formidable batch of bandits in such a short time during the battle still exceeded many people's imaginations.

These people couldn't help but think: if their own side were to encounter Knight Jier, what would the outcome be?

The old Dwarf shrugged; they knew the outcome all too well, as such a thing had already happened once before.

The Caravan Stewards were trembling all over, feeling they had chosen the wrong target to execute their plan. Knight Jier's strength was simply too great. They now only hoped that the Aorse Brothers would also learn of the situation here simultaneously and retreat quickly, as if the plan they discussed last night had never existed.

If the Aokesi Brothers were still thinking of appearing at the end to wipe out everyone who had fought until they were exhausted, then these people from the Caravan would have no choice but to stand on Knight Jier's side.

Because no matter how one looked at it, this young Knight did not seem like someone who could be defeated head-on by ordinary people.

And on the scene, the most shocked and desperate were the coalition of Bandit Groups composed of these outsiders. Seeing their own leaders killed on the spot before their eyes, the Bandits let out desperate wails, just like the ordinary people in the Caravans they had plundered before.

Quite a few timid fellows turned and left directly, ignoring the opinions of others around them, stubbornly pushing others aside and running with all their might toward the direction of their own group's lair.

But there were still many who were emotionally agitated, wanting to avenge their big brothers and their own kin, roaring as they ran over with various weapons raised.

Jier raised an eyebrow, watching the nearly one hundred people charging up to avenge the Bandit Leaders. Among the even more numerous Bandits behind these people, most felt a sense of bewilderment, like chickens that had lost their heads—still walking, still scratching the ground with their claws, but without the chicken head, the death of the chicken body was only a matter of time; collapse was only a matter of moments.

Knowing that after routing these people bent on revenge, the remaining Bandits would completely collapse, Jier took a deep breath, bearing his body, which was burning hot from intense activity, and charged forward on his horse with his spear leveled.

The mud-stained Dwarf Soldier Spear pierced through the body of one Bandit; because it was too sharp, Jier didn't even feel a vibration in his hand. It then pierced through the body of another Bandit. The weight of over a hundred kilograms hanging on the Long Spear made Jier's wrist feel heavy.

With a forceful swing, he flung the two Bandits hanging on the Long Spear away violently, knocking over several other Bandits. Afterward, Jier steadied his mind and precisely controlled the Long Spear in his hand.

He no longer used the spear tip to aim lazily at the enemies' chests, but instead swept easily across the enemies' right shoulders, necks, and heads. After the Dwarf Soldier Spear activated the 【Sharp】 rune, it was too sharp; not only did Jier feel nothing after brushing past one enemy after another, but those attacked Bandits also did not realize what had happened at first.

They only wanted to attack the young Knight riding the horse, but often because the weapons in their hands could not reach the opponent, they were rushed past by the horse.

But only after the young Knight had ridden far away did they suddenly feel pain, discovering that their right shoulder had disappeared, or that their vision had gone black, only then realizing their necks had been cut open by more than half at some unknown moment.

The most 'fortunate' were those Bandits whose heads were 'brushed' by the Dwarf Soldier Spear; they couldn't realize what had happened at all, their consciousness simply went black, and they died instantly.

Because their heads had been cracked open, the originally sturdy skull was nothing before the Dwarf Soldier Spear, just like a boiled egg being chopped by a kitchen knife; the contents of the head first splashed out, and then gushed out in large quantities due to blood pressure, and the person immediately lunged forward to the ground, dying with their hands and feet twitching.

Since the Bandits seeking revenge for their leaders were rushing out of the crowd in scattered groups, Jier was still able to leisurely use the Long Spear to aim at every Bandit passing by on his right side.

Looking from afar, a large wave of Bandits charging at Jier was killed, one by one, along the entire side, just like peeling an onion as Jier brushed against their edges.

About a dozen or so.

Not many, but Jier pulled the Jiansheng with his left hand, making Tianxuecao turn sharply to the right, turning back to continue this easy slaughter along the edge of the crowd.

Borrowing the running speed of the horse, Jier did not need to exert himself to swing his arms at all; he only needed to grip the Long Spear in his hand tightly to kill one Bandit after another who couldn't even touch him after the Long Spear brushed past their bodies.

Just like this, under the gaze of countless people, he ran two laps around this group of people seeking revenge, and this place where the Shanglu and the wasteland intersected was covered with corpses with mutilated bodies.

Jier had killed more than sixty people; the remaining twenty huddled together, daring neither to run nor to fight.

They could only wait for death in despair.

They cried and shouted, loudly begging Jier to surrender and spare them.

Jier remained silent. If the situation were reversed at this moment, would these Bandits spare everyone in the convoy? Or would they brutally humiliate those who had been captured?

He pulled the Jiansheng and stopped his warhorse about ten meters away from this group of people.

"Neigh... neigh?"

Tianxuecao was somewhat doubtful, not understanding why its master wanted to stop the battle.

It hadn't done nothing in the battle just now; occasionally, when its master wasn't specifically controlling the Jiansheng, it would deliberately trample and stomp to death those on the ground who were injured but not yet dead. The clever horse naturally knew that although they were all Humans, which ones were the good people who took care of it, and which ones were the bad people who needed to be attacked.

Jier didn't say much, just put away the blood-stained and dirty Long Spear, inserting it back into the weapon rack behind him.

Then he lifted his leg, turned his body to the side, and jumped off the horse's back.

"My lord, my lord, please, we surrender, we surrender."

These Bandits, who were originally furious and full of curses, were now trembling at the knees, their eyes full of pleading and fear, as if Jier were not a living person, but a messenger of death reaping lives.

Although they weren't wrong about that.

"I have two questions."

Jier spoke. His voice was not low, enough for all of these fewer than twenty people to hear, even if they were having a mental breakdown and their ears were filled with the thumping of Blood Vessels.

"First, since you want to surrender, why don't you drop the weapons in your hands?"

Some dropped their weapons immediately, but more people, whether because they had lost the ability to judge due to nervousness or because they hadn't heard Jier clearly, still gripped their pathetic weapons tightly, facing Jier.

"Second, if it weren't me today, but a simple Caravan, would you just rob them without causing too much harm or humiliating the people of the Caravan?"

Quite a few Bandits trembled their lips, wanting to say an answer that would satisfy Jier, but many smacked their lips several times, and no words could be spoken.

Only a small number said in a low and humble voice that they would spare those people.

Jier scanned these people with his gaze and pointed a few times with his hand: "You, you, and you two, get out of the way."

The four Bandits pointed at all had youthful faces, their eyes still carrying a hint of innocence. Clearly, in the previous plundering by the Bandit Groups, they either hadn't participated, or had only stood in the distance waving flags and shouting, not truly participating in person.

And in the subsequent treatment of the captured Caravan, these people hadn't done many evil things either.

Jier wasn't truly certain; he just made a simple judgment. If he guessed wrong, then he guessed wrong.

These few people were bewildered for a moment, then were pointed at again by Jier, who gestured to the empty space nearby filled with corpses. Only then did they realize something, trembling all over as they tried to take a step.

But at this moment, the few Bandits in front of Jier roared: "You won't spare us, right! Then you must die!"

Immediately, they charged up, their weapons swung around, hacking fiercely at Jier's body.

But Jier reached out with his empty right hand, and a bolt of lightning struck out with a 'pop'.

This thing was too fast; after it struck these people one by one in an instant, these Bandits immediately fell to the ground with stiff limbs.

It was the 【Lightning Ring】 worn on Jier's right finger. It was called a weak lightning, but that was for Mages; ordinary people, once shocked like this, could only helplessly fall to the ground.

Leaving them at Jier's mercy.

Clang—

Only then did Jier leisurely draw the Sword at his waist, and as he passed by these people, he casually stabbed downward with the glowing, blood-stained blade, taking their lives.

He then walked toward the dozen or so Bandits, finally using his left hand to point at the few young Bandits who had been selected, telling them to get out of the way.

The other Bandits looked at the few young people who were allowed to live, looked at each other, and then charged together at Jier, the Knight wrapped in heavy Metal Armor Plate.

They roared at the end, not cursing Jier, nor cursing some enemy of theirs.

Instead, they were cursing the wretched world that had forced them onto this path.

The glowing blade traced several beautiful arcs, leaving behind scattered human limbs and torsos. Even a human torso, several dozen centimeters wide, would break into several pieces like a rag after being sliced by the Long Sword.

As for their weapons, when they clattered against Jier, the flow of light circulating on his body absorbed most of the force; what finally landed on Jier couldn't even leave a scratch on his Metal Armor Plate.

He grabbed a Bandit by the neck with his left hand. Even though the opponent was caught like this, the Short Sword in their hand still struggled to stab at Jier's waist, but it had no effect at all.

His left hand gradually exerted force. The face of this twenty-something-year-old Bandit youth gradually turned purple, then his eyes bulged, and as Jier exerted a bit more force, the man's entire head turned red, and the Blood Vessel on his forehead bulged.

But when Jier exerted more force, the youth's neck had already been squeezed by his armored palm to only half its original size.

Exerting force again, the man's neck was crushed and shattered, save for the spine.

Releasing his hand, the Bandit's corpse slumped to the ground, limbs twitching, with excrement and urine flowing all over the place.

In just over thirty seconds, more than a dozen Bandits had been killed one by one by Jier, while the few remaining Bandits with innocent-looking eyes, youths and teenagers, had long since collapsed on the open ground nearby, their weapons dropped, huddling together like little chicks, looking at Jier, this terrifying fellow, in horror.

"Stay put, don't go anywhere."

After saying this, Jier summoned Tianxuecao. After mounting, he saw the main Bandit force, which had the most people—several hundred of them—had already collapsed. They fled in all directions, running toward the east, south, and north, but not a single one came toward the west where Jier was.

He turned his head to look at the caravan side. The old Dwarf had already issued orders, and nearly forty Dwarves, accompanied by Jier's Warriors, surged out from the caravan together, killing the Bandits circling the caravan.

And those Bandits who had originally surrounded the caravan had already run away halfway before everyone else even counterattacked.

The quick-witted Bandits didn't need to see Jier's entire fight to realize they had failed today, having kicked the hardest iron plate. A few of them thought of the words "Blood Dagger" had said to them before the battle and were filled with regret.

If only they had known, if only they had known... sigh...

In the Shulin north of the Shanglu, the innkeeper "Blood Dagger" rested his left hand on a large tree, his palm gripping the bark tightly, even subconsciously crushing part of it. He watched helplessly as everything below unfolded step by step, muttering incessantly: "I knew it, I knew it..."

He knew these Bandit groups were finished. After suffering such heavy losses, especially since the various leaders who served as the unifying core of the organization had all died at the hands of the young Knight, he knew these Bandit groups were completely disbanded.

Not to mention that the ordinary Bandits had also suffered heavy losses; after all, the counterattack from the others in the caravan below was still ongoing, and every second, Bandits were being caught up to, beaten down, or killed before they could escape. Just the remaining Bandits who had lost their organization would be unable to maintain their original group size and avoid splitting up.

No, Dorn Town wasn't just watching. Before, when the Bandits were numerous, there might have been some concerns, but now that they had been beaten like this, the Merchant Union and the Thieves Guild in the town could launch an attack at any time.

Thinking of this, "Blood Dagger" felt a shock in his heart. Fearing being implicated, he put on the face mask a Bandit leader had given him earlier, covered his identity, and rode away on his horse.

The life or death of these Bandit groups had nothing to do with him anymore. Most of the Bandit leaders who were familiar with him had already died in the process of fighting Knight Jier just now. At the thought of Jier, that young Knight, "Blood Dagger" trembled. He never expected that the young Knight, with whom he had only interacted last night and who looked very young—less than twenty years old—would be so powerful, so terrifying.

Killing was easier than killing dogs or chickens, and it didn't even seem like he was slaughtering other fellow Humans, but rather performing a mechanical, repetitive task.

And such a person—no, such a terrifying killing demon—hadn't shown a single sign of terrifying danger when he interacted with him yesterday.

This wasn't normal. Either the other party had long since transcended the category of Human, or his own scouting and judgment abilities, which he had possessed when he was a Bandit, had severely weakened after being an innkeeper for several years, to the point where he had completely misjudged him.

At the thought that such a terrifying fellow had stayed in the inn with him, with their rooms only a dozen meters apart in a straight line, he felt his legs go weak. After all, he wasn't young anymore, having lived a rough life in his youth and suffered many injuries, and on top of that, he had a limp; in terms of pure combat ability, he was inferior to most Bandit leaders. But those Bandit leaders he couldn't beat couldn't even last a single move against Knight Jier, so he knew that if he ran into this young Knight, it would be a lost cause.

Jier let the Warriors and Dwarves scatter to rout and capture the Bandits—after all, those Bandits could be traded for money—while he rode his horse back, bringing along a few young Bandits who had surrendered.

When he arrived at the caravan, the outer circle was also littered with the corpses of Bandits, and on the wagons, several Warriors injured in the battle were receiving treatment from Mr. Zuojigela.

Jier took a look and found they were all arrow wounds, basically shot by some guys among the Bandits who used to be hunters in their villages, using homemade Hunting Bows. The wounds were all in tricky places not protected by the Plate Armor.

It could only be said that these people were very unlucky.

Jier's scrutinizing gaze swept over, and these injured Warriors looked embarrassed, complaining: "Actually, these wounds aren't that serious, but Uncle Zuojigela insisted on us staying here for treatment. Damn it, everyone else is making money, and it looks like we'll be at the bottom this time."

"Oh!" the man yelped in pain, then realized he had said the wrong thing: "Sorry, sorry, Uncle Zuojigela, I didn't mean to complain about you, the treatment is great, I love the treatment!"

The Herbalist looked helpless, but more so terrified, especially when Jier rode over; he didn't even dare to look directly at Knight Jier, who had just killed who knows how many people, and could only look down at his warhorse: "Wounds must be treated in time, otherwise small wounds will become big wounds, and they will leave sequelae. When you are ten years older, you will feel persistent pain from your past wounds that will make you miserable. I am doing this for your own good; there will be plenty of battles, but you only have one body."

"Yes, yes, you are right, oh! Uncle, be gentle!"

Jier smiled, let the few young Bandits who had surrendered squat on the ground facing the wagon, and rode his horse toward the old Dwarf on the ox cart.

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