Chapter 2979 Illusion

Too lazy to waste time with these arrogant noobs, I went straight to the point: "Tell me, what is your purpose of stopping me? Money? Or this motorcycle?"

A sand bandit stuck out his long tongue and had a funny yet ferocious smile on his face. While licking the blade of the knife in a pretentious manner, he said in a sinister manner: "Purpose? You ask us why we blocked the road? Wahahahahaha! What's more? Do you need to ask? Of course it’s for money and women!”

After that, he looked through the car window and looked unscrupulously at the blue witch who was holding Tuotuo and eating snacks.

The meaning is self-evident: this woman is mine!

After frowning and thinking for a few seconds, I asked again: "Since it's about money and women, what are you going to do with me?"

One of the bandits, who had dozens of earrings in his ears, let out a harsh laugh: "Of course I'm going to make it into a dish. I haven't tasted human food in a long time!"

"No! Cut off his limbs and keep him in a vase as a decoration!"

"You can also put it in the toilet and use it as a urinal, hahahahaha!"

"Yes, this proposal is good, I agree!"

A group of bandits were cheering, shouting, and lusting after each other.

I leaned against the car door quietly, looking at them calmly, without moving or making a sound, just like a sculpture, standing quietly.

"They were just about to shit on your head." Odachi laughed jokingly: "It's good for you, you can still hold it back."

"Why can't you bear it?" I asked curiously.

"They are mocking, abusing, and insulting you." Odachi said in a weird tone: "They even want to use your head as a chamber pot. Don't you even have the slightest emotion to feel angry?"

"No," I said calmly.

"You're not angry either?"

"not angry."

"Then why is this?" Odachi said with a mischievous smile: "Is it possible that you have developed a Buddhist mentality?"

"No," I denied, and then confided in my heart: "Before the condemned prisoners leave, they will have a meal before leaving. Why should I stop them from speaking freely? This is their right."

"Hahahahaha, I didn't expect you to be so cruel." Odachi couldn't hold back his laughter.

"What do you mean I'm ruthless?" Unconvinced, I immediately retorted: "I kindly gave them the last chance to speak freely. Is there any adventurer in the world who is more kind than me?"

"Of course," Odachi continued with a wicked smile: "You can choose to surrender and beg them for mercy, asking them to let you go."

"This is not called mercy, this is called idiotism."

After a pause, I continued: "Since I have power, why do I do such idiotic things?"

"This is just an option." Odachi said with a smile: "I am providing you with a very interesting option."

I:

I believe you, you are such a badass!

The time of joyful and joyful talking was fleeting, and it was time to send them on their way.

I slowly pulled out the demon sword, and amidst the arrogant laughter of the bandits, I straightened my body and ran straight towards the nearest bandit. The moment I passed him, I waved my arms.

The strength of the sand bandits is not strong, no more than level three at most, but they are better in numbers than in numbers.

For adventurers below level six, a group of level two and three adventurers is indeed threatening.

But to me, there is no threat.

It's like stepping on a swarm of ants with your shoes on. You can kill hundreds of them with just one kick.

In fact, I can shorten this battle to more than ten seconds, but I don't want to end it so quickly, because I want to enjoy the damage caused by despair and helplessness to the opponent.

The reason for this decision is not that I am a psychopath, but that what they just said freely has actually angered me. But since I have decided to give them the opportunity to speak freely, I will not interrupt them. However, I am still more willing to settle accounts after the fall. To do it.

More than a minute later, only the last three guys were left in the entire bandit gang. While covering their chopped legs, they screamed meaninglessly: "Don't come over! Don't come over!!!"

While roaring, they fixed their eyes on me with extremely frightened eyes, as if I was a terrifying monster.

The reason why these three people are kept is because they are the three people who just insulted me the most. They are simply a cesspool of tongue-tied people!

Since they 'take care' of me so much, they will naturally receive a 'deep thank you' from me in return.

Then with a wave of his hand, the sword flashed, and one of the bandits' feet came out of its place, leaving it in a small sand pit.

The blood and the heart-rending screams intertwined into a strange and interesting little theater.

While looking at his ferocious, painful and regretful face, I smiled and said, "What did you just say? You want to cut off all my hands and feet and keep them in the toilet as urine jars, right? You also said you wanted to blaspheme me. A woman, and after desecrating her, stuffed her into the toilet to use as a urine jar? Do you like urine jars so much? If you like it, why don't you make it yourself?"

With another wave of his hand, he no longer had any organs like feet.

The sand bandit screamed and fainted from the pain.

I turned my attention to another bandit. Maybe my previous approach was a little rough, but he was so frightened that he peed, and he couldn't stop peeing.

"I remember, you said you wanted to cut off one of my organs and feed it to the dogs. Is that true?"

The sand bandit was so frightened that he trembled all over, turned over, lay on the ground, and kowtowed: "Hero, spare your life, hero, spare your life, I just made a joke with you, hero, please don't take it seriously. .ah!"

A cry of pain and a shrill scream followed.

The sand bandit was kicked by me first, and then the shadow of the knife flashed. The sand bandit who was stepped on by me was freed from the abyss of sin and successfully promoted to the new profession of eunuch.

The newly promoted eunuch, the bandit, hunched over and instantly turned into a prawn, trembling slightly on the ground.

No longer paying attention to him, I once again fixed my gaze on the face of the last bandit.

This sand bandit is the leader of a group of sand bandits, and he is a very strong third-level adventurer.

However, the real strength he can display is comparable to that of a fourth-level adventurer.

However, both level three and level four adventurers are just noobs, just noobs with a more catchy name.

He did not beg me for mercy, but gritted his teeth tightly, holding the weapon tightly with one hand, and covering the wound that was still bleeding with his other hand.

The wound was on his leg. Although the bleeding rate was not very fast and it would not be fatal for a while, the desperate atmosphere obviously put more pressure on him and gave him the feeling that if the bleeding continued, he would definitely die. And the illusion of dying miserably.