As soon as the words fell, there was a loud 'boom'.

The gate of the camp of the Phantom Sword exploded directly into a cloud of sawdust and flew out.

Outside the camp, a cold-faced Vitaly held an exaggerated knight's spear in one hand, and there was a faint 'hissing' sound from the tip of the spear in her hand, and the white wind flow could be faintly seen entangled in it.

The gate of the camp was suddenly broken, and the members of the Phantom Sword inside immediately rioted.

A few hunters standing on the watchtower instinctively raised their longbows and arrows and shot at the city guards below.

However, before the arrows reached the team, several translucent silver threads suddenly appeared, blocking all the arrows with great speed.

The arrow falls to the ground with a 'snap' sound.

In the ranks, a soldier with a black pattern on his face retracted his palm with an indifferent expression, and the thin lines actually extended from his fingers.

And at the same time as the soldier blocked the arrows, three black shadows also quietly flashed towards the few people in the watchtower.

'Tear!!'

As if the cloth was torn, large pieces of flesh scattered in all directions, and scarlet blood suddenly stained the watchtower into a horrible scene.

No one cared about the tragic picture.

The hunters on the watchtower were instantly eliminated, and all the City Guards immediately charged towards the interior of the camp.

Mixed in the team, Ron, who was also charging, looked at the fragmented flesh on the watchtower with a blank face, this kind of long-range attack looked very powerful, but in fact, it was only effective against ordinary people.

Those three black shadows were just three sharp knives coated with a special coating controlled by a certain soldier.

This kind of attack with a slow and obvious trajectory will not have much effect if you face him.

The distance of the charge was short, and in a short time there was the sound of fierce fighting and the sound of objects crashing and shattering.

Ron withdrew his gaze and raised his two-handed sword slightly towards the young hunter closest to him.

'Bang!!'

There was a dull thud.

The huge force directly slashed the upper body of the hunter into two pieces, and when the upper body flew out, the position below the waist ran a few steps due to inertia before falling, and the internal organs mixed with blood suddenly flowed to the ground.

Without looking at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, Ron gently shook off the blood stains on the blade of his sword, and continued to charge towards the larger crowd.

For a moment, the broken limbs and blood suddenly flew up.

The Phantom Sword, the most famous hunting organization in Soros City, captures prey from the Andaz Forbidden Forest and sells it to Soros City all year round, whether it is dangerous or rare, they can get it.

This hunting organization can even camp on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, which is unimaginable for any hunting organization.

However, these hunters, who are very good at prey, are vulnerable to the city guards.

The memorable hunting experience and the sophisticated and dangerous traps are of little use in battle.

Although long-range bows and arrows can shoot through armor, no fool knows how to dodge or resist.

The outcome of this battle is beyond doubt.

The Phantom Sword, the most famous hunting organization in Soros City, will completely disappear today anyway.

'Whew!!'

Slicing a hunter who tried to sneak up on him from behind, Ron slowly straightened up and wiped away the little blood that had accidentally spilled on his body.

Not far in front of him, Rivas, whom he had met when he had first joined the City Guard, had opened his jagged shark teeth, and the mace in his hand smashed fiercely at the head of a hunter who had no time to block.

With a 'bang', white and yellow liquid splattered everywhere, slotting his silver armor everywhere.

Rivas stretched out his pink tongue and licked a little minced meat splashed on his face into his mouth, his white vertical pupils wide open, constantly searching for a suitable prey.

It's just that he seemed to see Ron's figure not far away, his pupils shrank, and then he turned to another place, his face was faintly unsightly.

Not paying attention to his gaze, Ron jumped off his horse and walked casually through the Phantom Sword's camp.

With this level of fighting, there is not a bit of pressure on him.

With Ron's current strength, not many of Ron's men were able to beat him one-on-one.

The physical fitness is too strong enough to ignore a certain limit of threats.

According to Ron's own observations, the third brigade of the City Guard, in addition to the captain Vitaly, only four or five near-purebred half-breeds were faintly threatening him, and the others were simply not enough to see.

Like Rivas, Ron had taught him enough lessons in the training room that the guy now hid away when he met Ron himself.

It can be said that Ron has gradually begun to surpass the average half-breed and advance towards a level far higher than that of ordinary humans.

Slowly stepping through the mass of corpses, Ron casually walked through the camp.

It seems that hunters have a keen instinct for danger, and with the exception of a few people he killed in the beginning, no hunter ever tried to approach him.

So much so that it created a more relaxed environment for him to observe the camp where the Phantom Sword was raised.

This place, not so much a camp as a humble village town, is not only a place where hunters live, but also an area of life.

Walking around casually, Ron occasionally saw rows of skinned prey fur and pieces of meat hanging in front of some of the cabins.

The prey was dead, but from the fur and huge skeleton left behind, Ron could tell that the prey was still very dangerous.

He even saw a white skeleton large enough to be a man tall on a wooden frame.

According to the proportions, the owner of this stout skeleton was definitely a behemoth when he was alive, but now he is dead in the hands of the Phantom Sword, I have to say that this organization still has a good way of treating its prey.

However, since they dared to provoke the City Guards and almost caused a commotion in the Forbidden Land of Andas, they had to pay the price, and the City Guards represented the military of Best, and their crimes against the City Guards were quite serious.

Ron watched the one-sided slaughter calmly.

He could imagine that after cleaning up the Phantom Sword, Vitaly would have to negotiate with the Rost family behind the Phantom Sword.

This matter must be given to the city guard to give a satisfactory explanation, otherwise, it will be a very big loss to the prestige and reputation of the city guard.

However, if the Phantom Sword can risk offending the city guards, I'm afraid there is something hidden behind it.

But, either way, these things have little to do with Ron, who is just an ordinary member of the City Guard.

All he had to do was follow orders.

It's just that when he passed by a brown wooden house, a soldier not far away who was fighting with two hunters suddenly opened his eyes wide, covering the armor around his neck in disbelief.

"Huh?"

Looking at the strangely fallen soldier, Ron was slightly stunned, and faintly felt that something was wrong.

As soon as he wondered, a city guard soldier who was closer to him on the other side had his head tilted, half of his neck suddenly cracked, and a stream of blood spurted out directly from the crack, as if it had been cut by some sharp weapon.

This scene made Ron's expression froze, and his eyes quickly scanned the surroundings.

Several corpses of the city guards were found on the ground, and the wounds were also on the neck.

"Someone"

Just as Ron was thinking about exiting this area, suddenly, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and the two-handed sword in his hand slashed towards the left position without thinking.

'Bell !!'

The explosion of metal crashing thundered in his ears.

Then a glittering silver light crossed the horizon, and a pitch-black figure appeared out of thin air, rolling and slamming towards the nearby wooden house.

'Boom!!'

The ferocious slash smashed the man directly through the wooden house, landing on the inside of the wooden house, splashing a large cloud of dust.

Looking at the smashed wooden house, Ron stretched out his hand to wipe his left neck with a gloomy face, and a thin red mark appeared on his armor and gloves.

If he hadn't reacted quickly just now, it is estimated that the fate of his neck would be the same as the soldier before.

Glancing at the blood stains on the glove, Ron narrowed his eyes slightly.

With his current 4.2 physique, this small wound is estimated to heal in just over an hour, but the imminent death of that moment just now reminded him of the feeling he had when he first entered this world.

It was a faint sense of excitement on the brink of death.

"It just so happens that I haven't tested my current true strength with all my strength until now, so let me see what level I've reached now!"

Muttering softly, Ron strode towards the cabin with his two-handed sword in hand.