"Die!"
Seeing three or four desperadoes rushing at him with knives, in an instant, he bit down and swung the fire axe, twisting his waist and turning his body. His spine moved like a mechanical hydraulic rod, each segment pushing the next, quickly increasing pressure. Once the muscles in his legs were fully charged with strength, he suddenly swung his arm to strike.
Clang—!
In a clash of metal, three machetes were forcibly deflected by the fire axe. As the blade flashed past, one of the desperadoes couldn't dodge in time, and the axe blade chopped off his chin, ripping even the corners of his mouth, with bright red blood flowing profusely, covering his entire body.
The few who followed had never seen such a sudden burst of resistance. However, they were all desperadoes who hesitated only for a moment before charging forward again with their knives.
Buzz!
