The warrior seems to have foreseen such a strategy. "Definitely a most fascinating idea." He stands calmly by himself, looking at the bandits approaching him.

The bearded bandit is dressed in almost complete armour. The only things that are not covered are his face and head. Only if his father had a conscience of protection like that, things might have gone differently.

At the point when he moves toward a specific distance, the strange champion invested with sharp repeat, with a quick reflex, rapidly perpetrates an exceptional sort of whip on the unshaven burglar, which is a "chain whip" that is solid and talented in battle, equipped for conveying his considerable strength and different blows with handy harm and wounds suggestive of a slasher from a thriller.

With a whistle, the long chain whip split like lightning.

The whip bounces off, swings in an instant, jumps like a snake, and bites the bandit's leg with its extraordinary slap. Then, immediately after imposing a forceful cut, the whip coils around the bearded man's leg like a snake, as if artificial intelligence, which is following a sequence of a special choreography program of a particular algorithm amplifies the whip.

The wave, flow and the overall attack is swift and rhythmic to a certain symmetry, as if it is a deadly dance of death.

But what makes the chain whip really dangerous is that this blow can easily cause fatal injuries, and heavy bludgeoning can even threaten the human internal organs and bones. 

It twists and turns around the leg until it cuts through the bone.

The bearded bandit cries out in anguish and falls down, rolling on the ground like a soccer ball. The rest, who saw him toss around again and again, dispelled with dismay, they scatter in fear like a quail with thunder.

"I didn't expect you to use such a fancy weapon, I thought you would at least swing a sword around." One bandit says.

"The sword is good, but to properly harness the full power of a swing you need an elastic cord." The warrior replies, not even taking a breath.

The warrior's movements and attacks are pure and coordinated. With quick reflexes, he jumps over the fallen bandit, and like a death guru, quickly shreds the other bandit's throat before the bandit can react, as if it were a lingering lethal gurgle.

“How the hell he can move like that in such heavy armors and equipment??” says one bandit with fear struck voice, taking two small steps backward. 

 Other robbers are looking with googly eyes filled with disbelief like humongous gooseberries of skepticism.

Like a revolving puppeteer, moving his foes around like marionettes, the lone hero takes out at least five bandits before any of the remaining bandits succeed.

The two bandits pounced on him from behind to spin the blades down his neck like a pair of butcher cleavers. The warrior twists his body like a cat, lands and repels blows. He pushes the bandits onto back allowing him to stand up straight.

When they try to re-attack, the warrior proactively draws out the long sword as a preventive measure and swings the giant sword like a bat, smashing the heads of the bandits as they fly for a moment, swaying like a top.

Two other bandits using the same tactics are killed by the warrior's sword like two grapefruits before they can complete their attack. The sword pierces the bodies of bandits like a knife in butter. The warrior's proficiency and onslaughts left the other bandits as demoralized as a flock of crows.

"Such strength! He swings a long blade like it's a feather." One bandit mentions this with disbelief in his tone.

All the bandits are looking at the warrior with deep curiosity and interest.

Most of them are skeptical and they question their own approach as they seem paralyzed to the place, the threatening aura locking them in a tight embrace.

"It is just one man. We can take him down. He has rich items with him. We can sell it for a good price. Think about it." One member with ranged weapons shouts out to everyone, which motivates them again.

Some bandits are going ahead with a greedy laugh. Others are still unsure. 

Then, the ranged weapon users started their actions to improve the hype.

Some of them try to use long-range weapons from a distance like bows, slingshots and catapults, but the warrior is able to overcome all the long-scale attacks thrown at him and repel with his sword and shield that was initially invisible at first because of the cloak parrying their sight .

"What! He had a shield with him too??"

 He quickly brings out some shurikens and throws in full strength at the bandits that are attacking him from a distance.

The first shuriken goes through the neck of one bandit, the second shuriken cuts through the arm of another bandit, the third shuriken slams directly into the knee of another, and most other shurikens miss the target.

But upon closer examination, it can be seen that there are sharp filaments attached to all shurikens. As soon as the hero pulls the wires and manipulates them, all the shurikens that lost the targets swing backwards like waves, dripping through the flesh and bones of some bandits.

 And then, some shurikens swing around some bandits and entangle them with the strings like a boomerang, which causes the strings to twist around the bodies and bind them in a life-threatening clamp.

With their numbers dwindling, some bandits decide to surrender while others attempt to flee. The warrior doesn't spare them and instead brings out his refined repeater crossbow to wipe them all out. 

The repeater crossbow is firing the arrows like a semi-automatic gun from a distance of about twenty feets.

 The first few arrows that are shot are bolts. After that, there are three more arrows fitted with sharp blades on the head. The remaining arrows are normally blunt arrows.

The warrior fires and fires and fires, not missing a single one bandit.

Taking advantage of the warrior's mind being distracted as ranged attackers occupied him, one bandit attack from the side only to be met with a punch from the iron fist of his prosthetic hand. 

This fake metal hand also is a weapon in itself. The punch is so heavy and powerful that it makes the bandit's eyes pop out of the sockets and chattering teeth as the man falls on the floor without even defending himself.

Claws pop out from the hidden chambers of the fake hands’ fingers. The warrior spins and slices the bandit's throat before he could even get up.

Seeing this, other bandits' reaction is one of fear and awe. Some bandits that were trying to sneak attack the warrior from behind, flee in terror. Many others attempt to run away, but the warrior is swift to catch them. Some warriors are good at hunting, but this man is a great warrior and an even better hunter.

The rest of the fight mainly comprises the psycho warrior chasing and killing all the bandits that flee in terror or surrender, without taking breaks.

When the dust clears, there is not one bandit left alive. The warrior draws his sword again to check if there are any still alive, but no one is left alive.

After that, he is approaching the captive girl. 

He looks like a terrible giant-monster. It is as if a terrifying shadow is approaching the girl, like a cosmic horror from the darkest depths of hell. Even the girl is petrified in fear. Her face has dried out in an instant, her pupils have shrank, and iris turned larger. 

The figure is approaching her slowly, like a predator approaching its prey.

Dissipating all the fear, infirmities and infidelity of the girl, ignoring her, the human warrior passes by her and saunters to the wagon behind her. The girl is confounded to witness the aberrant behavior of the innominate gladiator.