Chapter 153: Noble (2/2)

Feeling tricked and embarrassed, the young noble exploded and roared at the watchmen who had completely surrounded Mufasa. “Take him!”

Even so, none of them had understood what Mufasa had meant.

Perhaps they did, but they simply were not concerned.

Mufasa leapt forward from the wall, and the watchmen up front had the look of ‘Here comes my contribution’ on their faces, spreading their hands as if to catch him.

Too slow.

While it may be steady and firm to have heavy armor, but they were too slow in Mufasa’s perspective.

The light reflected from his blade flashed in an unimaginable angle, and the watchmen were cut into tiny pieces before they could react, watching as parts of their body sprinkled all over the floor.

Even the heavy armor that granted them the confidence to bully peasants as they wished was simply useless now, all of which were sliced away with their bodies with relative ease like paper!

It was only three seconds from the moment Mufasa leapt off the wall and the city watchmen dropped to the ground.

Several other watchmen—either unable to react or having their ferocity provoked—drew their short swords to attempt ambushing Mufasa from behind.

However, a single flash from his blade, and those watchmen were cut in two along with their weapons!

It was only then that the other city watchmen understood that they weren’t trying to capture some weak refugee but a demon, in the truest sense of the term.

Despite the young noble’s shock, he still noticed the unsullied edge of Mufasa’s sword.

A flash of greed appeared in his eyes.

Even if he had siphoned credits off the equipment budget of the city watch to the point that their heavy armor were only defective items, everything was ultimately made of steel.

And any weapon that could slice off those steel so easily was definitely a treasure.

Still, he wasn’t brainless and knew that only the bootlicking captain beside him could be relied upon.

One shouldn’t count on the captain’s lack of dignity, because it takes more than groveling to become captain of the city watch. After all, the mayor was not so stupid to entrust the lives of his family to some trash.

In fact, this captain named Bolt had a fine set of sword skills that make him formidable even amongst the empire’s military.

Moreover, he had spent a large amount of money bribing a priest of the Temple of Glory to tattoo a crude God of War seal over his body, and was therefore able to use qi surpassing normal fighters—he could have been a knight in certain isolated locations.

“Bolt, take him. Cripple his limbs and that sword is yours!” The young noble determinedly commanded at that very thought.