Fear spreads.
Shrieks of panic ring out from the mouths of the little gangsters who once swaggered and flaunted their strength on the streets.
In appearance, they have muscles that seem substantial, with some boasting flamboyant gang tattoos, exuding a fierce and savage demeanor.
Yet now, they resemble well-fed chickens, screeching as they run amok, clueless about where their weapons have been thrown.
No mercy whatsoever.
Faced with these weak enemies, devoid of the will to fight, who only flee wildly without resistance, the speed and agility of the Black Wolf are displayed to their fullest.
It is practically a one-sided massacre.
Often, just a flash of the curved sword light passes by, and several round heads, drenched in blood, fly off from their shoulders.
The headless bodies and the walls on either side are torn apart by the whipping wind enveloping the Black Wolf, becoming a ruin of shredded meat.
"Ahhhh!!!"
