The moment those words fell, the first line of Black Star members moved.
Some rushed in with blades. Others threw hidden weapons from the rear. A few tried to circle around and attack from the sides, hoping numbers would cover the difference in strength.
Gabriel's figure blurred, and the first three men in front of him lost their heads before they even saw his arms move. Blood sprayed across the broken entrance and painted the stone red in long lines.
A second slash followed, too fast for anyone to track despite their trained eyes.
Shing.
The arc tore through five more at once. Bodies split, weapons shattered, and the men behind them stumbled back, their expressions changing instantly.
Gabriel used no skills. No mana wave came from him. No aura burst out. He simply moved with brute force and terrifying speed, and that made the scene worse for those watching.
One Black Star member near the rear gasped and pointed with a shaking hand.
