None were fools.
The warning of Moguta's overturned cart was right before their eyes. They coveted the huge bounty on Faen's head layered by many families, but were also worried about ending up like Moguta. And feeling the fear and dread in everyone's hearts, Faen didn't continue to be idle, but simply lowered the center of gravity of his body.
As the focus on the battlefield, Faen's every move attracted the attention of everyone present. And feeling everyone's spirit gradually concentrating, the emotion in Faen's gaze became more composed. Then this composure turned into a purer wild hunt under Ashlesh's power.
Boom——!
The moment he moved, violent power erupted from under Faen's feet. The surging impact submerged into the solid ground of the Piltover urban area producing a massive amount of cracking. Then these fine cracks bloomed violently under the erupting power. And appearing at the same time as these flying gravels, there was a circle of white air waves.
Without any slow acceleration process, the moment Faen started, that astonishing high speed began to compress surrounding air causing water vapor in the air to condense into clouds, like a white umbrella forming from Faen.
Before that Noxian military tough guy could come back to his senses, in everyone's vision, the bronzed muscular warrior who originally stood on the spot holding a battleaxe, muscles bulging all over his body, with a fierce face, was directly smashed by an impact that even if they focused all their attention, still only a very few people captured a slight afterimage through excellent dynamic vision.
No flying fragments; the burst flesh was directly blown open at the collided area presenting a cloud of pink foul-smelling mist. And those flesh not directly hit still maintained a moment of integrity in a short time—the reason for saying short time was because immediately after, accompanied by the arrival of the shockwave, Faen's sprint under intense air backflow also caused the high concentration of surrounding acoustic energy, the so-called Mach cone.
By everyone's ears, many people didn't really observe Faen's figure, just hearing an extremely short but incredibly loud explosion resound. Then, the Noxian military tough guy originally standing on the spot turned into a blooming blood mist, even the black steel armor on his body enough to terrify enemy countries disappeared accordingly. Only a few tiny iron filings flew in the air.
With Janna's blessing, the Twin Cities were Faen's home field. And actually, the current Faen hadn't truly broken the sound barrier—or rather, there was no need to break the sound barrier.
Landing on the spot, Faen cast his gaze at everyone behind: "This guy got one thing wrong."
Raising a finger, Faen smiled peacefully and said: "Even if you swarm forward, I can still kill you all. But his choice like this is understandable."
"Even if you scatter, I can still kill you all."
Hearing Faen's words, everyone present also fell into a brief silence. But immediately after this, a crazy Yordle with an obvious Zaun style on the side clamored: "This guy is lying! If he could, he would have done it long ago!"
Hearing the Yordle's words, Faen just looked sideways slightly.
Yordles are a magical race. The biggest characteristic of this race is that whatever they are interested in, they will fall in love with it long-term. Precisely because of this, good Yordles are really good, willing to hold on, wait, and wander for decades, centuries, or even thousands of years for a promise. But those Yordles who go astray, every single one of them, are out-and-out bad apples, born evil seeds.
Here, after noticing Faen's gaze, that Yordle not only didn't feel nervous, but even widened his eyes excitedly. On that head like a bald chicken with skin missing in patches, hung weirdly proportioned facial features. Looking at Faen, there were few big teeth left in the mouth corroded by Shimmer potions. But this incompleteness didn't damage the feeling this Yordle gave people, instead adding a touch of morbidity under the originally incredibly crazy appearance.
And just as this Yordle was about to open his mouth to speak, Faen moved.
Just like before, his tall body disappeared in an instant in people's vision. When he appeared again, he had already come in front of that Yordle. The opponent's short body didn't affect Faen's own aim at all. However, just as Faen's toe was about to touch that Yordle, accompanied by distant sea waves beating the reef, the vibration of the reef affecting the beach, a complex pattern was shaken out on the empty coastal sand dune. Sunlight shone on it, and that Yordle then disappeared from everyone's sight.
Seeing this, Faen also curled his lips secretly.
Yordles, one of the hardest creatures to kill in Runeterra. Hard to kill here didn't refer to their powerful strength, but because of their origin in Bandle City located in the spirit realm. Every Yordle, when entering the material realm, often left special marks on themselves, facilitating them to send distress signals when encountering danger, or be directly dragged back to Bandle City by the power of the Bandle Tree.
Of course, not all Yordles could escape through this means. For example, the previous Chem-Baron Smeech was also a Yordle. But relying on the hope and joy Zaunites felt because of Faen, combined with the assistance of Janna's faith, even if the Bandle Tree personally took action wanting to snatch someone from Faen's hands, it would be extremely difficult. But leaving Zaun, entering Piltover which didn't have much joyful connection with Faen, and where Janna's faith was incredibly thin...
Fine, at least the mark had been applied.
Feeling the coordinate of that crazy Yordle flickering and appearing intermittently in the spirit realm, Faen also withdrew his gaze, turning his gaze around.
Seemingly having guessed Faen's action early on, the moment Faen launched an attack towards that Yordle, the other surrounding family mercenaries swarmed forward without hesitation. It could be seen that they didn't launch attacks focusing on Faen coming over, but simply used that Yordle directly as a trap, launching a merciless onslaught bringing this so-called comrade along.
And now, they didn't care why the Yordle disappeared, or even whether he was dead or alive. But seeing Faen indeed appear in their vision as they thought, this matter made them feel pleasantly surprised!
Then, they swung the sharp blades and various weapons in their hands more fiercely.
To this, Faen threw a punch, directly smashing one person's head into pieces.
In the burst head, before the first drop of blood landed, everyone around followed in his footsteps.