Show of Strength 2

[ENRAGED SLASH]

The bandit leader's scimitar doubled in speed and power.

Leo was caught if guard by the new development and was barely able to raise his scimitar and block the attack.

It was promptly cut in two.

However, this bought Leo more time as he was able to avoid the slash.

'Barbaric Arts?!' Leo frowned, slightly surprised.

Barbaric arts were similar to martial arts, but were slightly different.

First of all, they were created by the Barbarians, as humans had no need for it due to the presence of the Warlocks.

Secondly, only those with even a trace of Barbarian bloodline could use them.

Composing himself, he dodged another [ENRAGED STRIKE], and prepared himself for the next move.

When the bandit leader attacked again, obviously a bit exhausted, Leo extended his hands, which were vibrating slightly, at a rapid speed, and tapped the flat side of the incoming blade with scary accuracy.

The vibration went into the bandit leader's body and sent the scimitar flying, blood trickling from the man's lips.

The webbing between his forefinger and thumb was split open, and his gaze finally turned frightful.

This was a high level application of force, and the only reason Leo was able to do it was because of his martial arts experience from the previous life.

Without waiting for his opponent to recover, Leo stepped forward and spread open his five fingers.

{SPIRITUAL TOTEM TECHNIQUE - Fire Bird: Flame Palm}

Leo's forearm bulged with veins and took on a reddish hue, fiery energy being transferred into it, as he slammed it on the bandit leader's exposed chest.

The bandit leader was pushed back several meters, his feet leaving two shallow grooves, and coughed out a mouthful of blood.

A charred palmprint was on the area of impact.

Within a few seconds, he dropped on the ground, dead.

The rest of the bandits ran off, terrified.

Leo withdrew his palm, frowning.

'His Strength was at least 1.9 points, even though his other attribute were slightly lacking.

I have a feeling the Barbarians are going to be a problem later on.'

After the commotion was over, Bruno walked over with a careful expression, His caution written all over his face.

"Respected warrior, I would like to say thank you, on behalf of the village.

And..."

He paused, hesitating slightly. Sighing, he continued.

"I am truly sorry for the little misunderstanding we had some time ago. On account of all the years I have spent ruling the village, I hope you will forgive me."

He said, trying to maintain some face.

"No problem. There is no enmity between us." Leo truly didn't take it to heart.

Without no further ado, he walked out from the scene, wanting to take a short stroll in the forest to clear his mind.

Little Shawn was at the usual storytelling spot, and they wouldn't be done anytime soon, so there was no hurry.

There was no education facilities in the small village, so the little boy was homeschooled by Leo himself.

The rest of the village were still recovering from what had just happened, at a loss.

Bruno was the first to come to his senses, eyeing the dead bodies greedily.

He stepped forward, coughing lightly, and said shamelessly;

"These corpses may breed illnesses if they are left outside for too long. How about this?"

He waved his hand, beckoning his three guards to come forward.

"My personal guards will take on this responsibility and move them away. You are all welcome."

"You just want to take their belongings for yourself. That cannot happen!" Garen, one of the hunters yelled.

"Yes! Village Head. Even after apologizing to Leo, you still want to cheat him. The loot from the bandits all belong to Leo." The usually silent Ralph spoke up, emboldened by Leo's previous heroic act (Chapter 5).

Before long, voices rose and fell, condemning the Village Head.

"All of you!.. Very well!" Bruno shouted angrily, leaving the scene with his aides and a red face.

Ralph and the others looked at each other happily, having finally stood up to the Village Head.

As the atmosphere improved, and they started to take inventory of the bodies, the failed to notice a faint smell of sulphur in the air.