The three thugs stumbled backwards, their faces completely pale.
They expected the giant mercenary to rush forward and chop them into pieces.
But Kyle did not even take a single step.
He just stood his ground, pulled his arm back, and swung the heavy black blade in a wide, casual arc, just waving his sword.
A shockwave of air blasted out from the edge of the blade.
It hit the three scavengers like a truck, the wind literally picked them up and made them fly away.
They crashed hard against the concrete walls of the dark tunnel and slumped down to the ground, completely knocked out.
The mud trap instantly dissolved back into solid concrete since the guy controlling it was unconscious.
Kyle rested the giant weapon on his broad shoulder and looked at the three sleeping bodies.
He tilted his head, looking genuinely confused.
"Did I go too hard?" Kyle asked, his deep voice echoing in the quiet tunnel.
Julien just shook his head and dusted off his jacket.
