50: I'm afraid killing you would dirty my hands!

The dozen or so bandits looked at each other and burst into loud laughter at the sight of Lin Yue's thin and frail-looking frame.

"Hahaha, that's hilarious! What did that guy just say? Put the things down?"

"A stinking Beggar dares to play the hero? Get lost, or I'll kill you."

"Do you even know who we are? We're bandits! You dare tell bandits to put down what they've stolen?"

"You little punk, if you don't have the ability, don't try to stick your neck out."

...The scarred bandit had a poor haul today, and his already foul mood grew even worse upon encountering this reckless youth.

"Kill him!"

Wasting no words, the scarred bandit directly ordered his subordinates.

In the next moment, several bandits wielding machetes approached Lin Yue with hostile gazes.

Fireball Spell!

Facing a superior force, Lin Yue struck first. A palm-sized fireball erupted from the wooden stick in his hand, slamming directly into the face of the nearest bandit.

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A damage number popped up. The nearest bandit was stunned, his entire face scorched red by the fireball's high temperature as he clutched his face and knelt on the ground in agony.

Lin Yue hadn't been idle this afternoon. Although his previous magic power had been reset to zero, he had farmed over ten thousand health points. Now, even with a mere wooden stick in hand, his magic power exceeded six hundred points.

"A Mage? There's actually a Mage in a tiny village like this? Why didn't we notice before?"

Seeing his subordinate scream in pain, the Scarface Man's expression turned solemn.

"Boss, what do we do? The opponent is a Mage."

One of his subordinates asked, sounding somewhat afraid.

"What are you afraid of? There's only one of him. So what if he's a Mage? There are over a dozen of us; are we supposed to be afraid of him?"

The Scarface Man's expression was grim. Since there was a Class-holder in this village, they could let him go even less.

If this Class-holder turned around and reported to the town, they would certainly become targets for an extermination campaign.

Thinking of this, the Scarface Man dismounted and swung his machete.

"Everyone, charge! Mages are most afraid of close combat. Once we're in close, he's just an ordinary person. Kill him, then slaughter the village!"

At the Scarface Man's command, all the bandits perked up. Their blades reflected a dark red light in the night as the dozen or so men surrounded Lin Yue.

"Motherfucker, you hit me!"

The bandit whose face had been burned earlier was the first to rush forward, enduring the searing pain as he raised his blade to strike.

Lin Yue's expression was as calm as water. His eyes were exceptionally cool, ignoring the bandit's attack as he focused entirely on chanting his Spell.

Fireball Spell!

Just one second later, the next Fireball Spell followed.

It targeted the same bandit as before. The fireball seemed to have eyes; no matter how he tried to dodge, it slammed into his face.

"Argh!"

A cry of agony rang out. Before the bandit could even reach Lin Yue, he fell to his knees again.

Boom!

Yet another one.

Clang! Under the bombardment of three consecutive Fireball Spells, the bandit couldn't even hold his blade. His body was engulfed in flames as he rolled on the ground, his screams echoing through the entire village.

All the villagers who had been robbed were now cautiously peering through the cracks of their doors to check the situation, and they were all stunned.

Lin Yue was incredibly focused. At the tip of the wooden stick, countless magical energies were gathering, waiting for the chant to end so he could continue his assault.

As the fourth fireball descended, the bandit could no longer hold on. His body convulsed violently before he died.

Over two thousand health points!

Lin Yue had tested the bandits' strength; they were roughly on par with the wild boars in the Back Mountains.

All of this had happened in less than ten seconds.

Seeing their companion die a miserable death, the bandits' eyes turned even redder. Four bandits immediately surrounded Lin Yue, their blood-stained machetes hacking at his vital points.

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...A series of damage numbers rose from Lin Yue's head. In just one round of attacks, they had dealt over two thousand points of damage.

Seeing his men surround Lin Yue, the Scarface Man smiled. Once a Mage was caught in close combat, they would die no matter how powerful they were.

However, the expected screams did not come. Although Lin Yue was covered in wounds, he didn't even flinch as he continued to cast.

"What's going on? Isn't he afraid of death?"

But just as he shouted those words, the Scarface Man's pupils contracted sharply.

He saw that Lin Yue, who was originally covered in wounds, had all his injuries vanish in the blink of an eye—or rather, they had healed instantly.

"This vitality... how can he possibly be a Mage?"

The Scarface Man was filled with disbelief.

Before a few more seconds passed, the next bandit was killed.

Although the gap in the encirclement was immediately filled, no matter how the bandits hacked at him, Lin Yue didn't move an inch, focusing only on casting his offensive Spells.

The damage from each Fireball Spell wasn't high, but at this moment, they were like divine techniques that claimed lives. The longer the fight went on, the more terrified the bandits became.

"Hold on! He must have some special recovery item; he definitely won't last much longer!"

Seeing four or five of his men die, the Scarface Man shouted the words he would regret most in his life.

The bandits, whose resolve had begun to waver, could only grit their teeth and continue the attack because of their boss's words.

The ideal was beautiful, but reality was cruel.

Not only did the bandits' attacks fail to work, but they fell dead one by one. When only seven or eight bandits remained around Lin Yue, some finally couldn't take it anymore and began to flee.

But where could they run?

In just a few seconds, the bandits couldn't get far at all before being picked off by Lin Yue's Spells flying over the crowd.

In less than a minute, a dozen corpses lay on the ground.

By the time the Scarface Man realized what was happening and tried to mount his horse to escape, he was already in despair.

Boom!

A fireball slammed solidly into his left leg, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.

Just as he scrambled up, another fireball hit his right leg. In excruciating pain, he could only crawl using his hands.

Next was the left hand, then the right hand.

The fireballs weren't large, but the temperature was high. The searing pain and numbness made it impossible for the Scarface Man to move his limbs; he could only lie on the ground, squirming.

Even in this state, he still wanted to live.

By now, all the villagers had come out of their homes. They gathered together, looking at Lin Yue with eyes full of awe and fear.

"Kill me!"

Having exhausted all his strength, the Scarface Man finally gave up. He shouted in despair, hoping Lin Yue would give him a quick end.

Lin Yue tossed the wooden stick that had accompanied him for half the day onto the ground. He walked step by step toward the Scarface Man, his gaze cold and chilling.

"Killing you... I'm afraid of dirtying my hands!"

As the words fell, Lin Yue stepped over the Scarface Man's body, leaving him with only a view of his back.

Immediately after, dozens of shadows appeared before the Scarface Man's eyes. The villagers he had robbed earlier surrounded him with predatory glares.

"What do you want... don't come over! Argh—"

In the quiet village, screams drifted through the air until they faded into nothingness.