"Ah... Bang!"
The thief screamed in terror, following Xiao Wu's lead, collapsing to the ground lifeless.
"Hmph! Brothers, use your full movement technique, speed over slowness!"
The leading brother bellowed, immediately altering their strategy to exploit the thief masters' advantage in movement technique against their foes.
Xiao Zheng ran out of patience, darted to the side, picked up a fallen short sword, and swung it fatally at the three thieves.
"Swoosh!"
"Brother, how did I end up on the ground?"
"Me too!"
The two severed heads on the ground continued talking, their voices breaking, slowly, their faces growing more and more terrified as they saw their bodies still spurting blood.
"Damn it!" The leading brother broke out in a cold sweat, thankful that he dodged in time; otherwise, he would have met the same fate, decapitated.
However, although he retained his head, he lost an arm, blood gushing uncontrollably.
"Evil God, can we negotiate?"
"No!"
"Swoosh!"