It was not only the invading bandits who were stunned, but the villagers of Hehua Village as well. This girl, Aran, was not merely someone who knew a few basic moves; she was a seasoned martial artist through and through. Her form was even more impressive than that of the town constables, and she dispatched them one by one as easily as if she were chopping vegetables. The villagers, who had come merely to make up the numbers, stood frozen, watching dumbfounded as Aran’s hands rose and fell, finishing the task in a blur.
"Uncles, could you please help me find some rope?" Aran asked, looking at the men who had yet to recover their senses. She realized then that she might have been a bit too ruthless; she should have drawn out the fight for a few rounds. Besides, she was a young woman, but since the deed was done, any explanation now would be useless.
Aran seemed to have become the pillar of the village. The nearest households brought over rope, and she tied up the bandits one by one. Soon, the village bell rang—a signal of peace. Gongs were for alarms; bells were for safety.
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