The humiliated bandits hurried out of the bar. They had no idea what they had done.
"Freeze..." Suddenly an eerie voice rang out.
"Fuck you!" One of the thugs shouted.
Whoooooooosh.
The temperature in the bar dropped dramatically. Everyone looked at the man in the long cloak, a coldness and an aura of death emanating from him.
"Well... Looks like even in such a quiet place, there are idiots who don't appreciate life." Cursed Swordsman muttered as he drew his sword from behind him.
His powerful aura came down on the bandits, then they realized they had made a big mistake, none of them wanted to anger such a man.
Cursed Swordsman swung his sword and the icy blade headed for the bandits.
"Wait!"
The bandits tried to resolve things without using force, but it was too late. The ice blade sliced them in two. The bandits' heads fell on tables nearby and startled the visitors.