The sounds of battle lasted for less than two and a half minutes.
Lann's steel sword slashed diagonally, the bright sword light swinging wide, leaving afterimages that bent like a whip.
When the blade first contacted an enemy, sparks of steel friction erupted from his armor.
But soon, the shoulder plate was split, the piercing sound of metal tearing rang out, from the shoulder pit all the way to the opposite armpit.
The unyielding steel, once unshakable, now seemed unremarkable before Lann.
Collarbone, spine, scapula... all the bones obstructing the blade were severed.
The momentum of the steel sword did not wane, slicing off another's arm, completing a perfect arc.
Blood flowed on the ground, a lot of blood.
Each step made a "squish, squish" sound.
The inn didn't just have people barging into Lann's room; there were also those keeping watch outside.
Lann cut down a total of twenty-seven people.
