The Bandits.

Felix, Roven, Eric and Steve.

The four boys stood rooted on their spots in their combat stances as the bandits surrounded them on horses.

A man wearing a headband who was leading the bunch of bandits pointed his sword at them with a dark smile.

"Haha to think our plan would so easily work out. I don't care which guild you're from, but it's time for you to taste death."

The four boys couldn't do anything as they could feel the unrestrained strength of the bandits surrounding them.

There were about 15 of them, with each one being at Mid and Late 1st Rank, and the man leading them was at Early 2nd Rank.

Such a force was too much for the four of them to handle.

If it was only a Rank 2, then they could've held him back with the four of them together, but there were 14 others too who were as strong as they were.

"Shit! There's no point in standing still, I say we fight them!", Steve muttered while gritting his teeth.