Sleazy's eyes darkened as he eyed the Red Mankeys with a bit more caution upon seeing three of his men get put down in a matter of moments.
"Tsk." He spat on the ground. "Don't get scared of them," he barked at the bandits. "We still have the number advantage. Stick to the plan—just do as we've always done."
The bandits screamed at the top of their lungs and charged at the Red Mankey soldiers. Their knives began to shimmer with the mana as they unleashed their Physical Art spells.
Their powers surged to the level of 3-star fighters.
Though their attack spells came from the basic scrolls stolen from merchants, their execution spell was nothing less than lethal.
One bandit slashed his knife in a wide arc toward a Red Mankey's neck, his blade creating a sharp, crescent-shaped blade of water that launched towards its target.
Another bandit beside him completely disregarded the water crescent and sprinted forward alongside it—a tactic meant to overwhelm and confuse their opponents.
